You reach for one of the Trumpbrushes, but as soon as you do the clerk screams at you, jerking his gun aggressively.
<‘ON’T. ‘VEN. ‘INK ‘OUT ‘IT.
His strong, dominant voice makes you feel submissive, and your clitty twitches a bit.
um… sorry… I didn’t mean to…
<‘ND I KNOW ‘OU ‘OOKED ‘AT MY ‘EURALINK, AND ‘OR ‘OUR INFORMATION, ‘T ‘ASN’T ‘EXUAL ‘T ‘LL! I ‘ATE’ URRIES!
Your fear is cut through by dizzying confusion. He must be talking about the simulation, but… how is that even…
Regardless, you’re trapped. There really is no way out. It’s ACTUALLY over this time.
But suddenly, you hear a crackle and a cry of pain, and in an instant the clerk is on the ground.
<AAAGHH!!!!
You whip around to see his leg has been shot, by Jamal.
c’mon nigga les’ split
You scramble to your feet, grab the orb and dash to door as the clerk lies groaning and clutching his wound.
Th-thanks Jamal!
no sweat mane.
