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I reached the exit and found Flynn waiting for me, sweat streaming from her brows. She didn't need to say where she had ended up, it was already obvious. We popped back into the office, grabbed the make shift map that UKchaserAl had strategically left behind, and set off into the dark in search of our lost ally. We decided that, although it meant losing valuable time, we should stick together and carefully plot our way through the vast network of tunnels.
UKchaserAl had been crawling for at least an hour in a dimly lit and dusty tunnel. Every so often a large gust of wind would sweep the dust from the ground and he would have to shelter his face within his soft, purple leather jacket. He was near the Industrial Fan store in the Southern most depths of the Store room, though he didn't know it. In the distance he could hear a ticking noise and slowly but surely he made his way towards it.
It wasn't long before Flynn and I came to a hole in the floor. Flynn called out to see if anyone was down there, but predictably there was no reply. I chucked a nearby Neon Lava Lamp down the hole to light up the chamber below and we could clearly make out a Detective Chalk Outline. Thankfully there was no body within it. In the corner of the chamber we could see a passageway and we hoped that UKchaserAl had managed to make his way through it. We marked the uncharted chamber on our map and continued on the above floor in the vague direction of the tunnel below, carefully watching our step for similar areas of damaged floor.
UKchaserAl pulled himself out of the tunnel, stood up and slowly looked around whilst his body remained completely transfixed. He had arrived in some kind of laboratory with large glass pods glowing various shades of green and blue all around the walls. The roof of the chamber was black with Habboween Cobwebs hanging down to the grey and damp floor below. In the corner nearest him stood a skeleton. He approached the skeleton and found the source of the ticking which had now become ferociously loud. He removed the golden pocket watch from the skeleton's hand. It showed the time at 11:51. He swung the door of the watch and it clicked shut. The ticking stopped.
