☤ forty-nine
This room has a door, and the door is securely locked. By a lot of locks, actually. More locks than any sane person puts on a door, spanning the whole right edge, with a few scattered along the top, even on the hinge side. Most of them have simple knobs to turn; a few dangling security chains are clipped in place, and one or two can only be opened by a key. Of course, lucky you, these are all on your side, meaning you’re not trapped here. Right?
Except, locks are meant to keep things out. Slowly, certainly, the knobs are starting to turn, as whoever-- or whatever-- is on the other side of the door makes their way in.
[ooc; all threads treated as different iterations of the dream, feel free to jump on in~ may be sloow but i will backdate until the end of days <3 ilu]
Except, locks are meant to keep things out. Slowly, certainly, the knobs are starting to turn, as whoever-- or whatever-- is on the other side of the door makes their way in.
[ooc; all threads treated as different iterations of the dream, feel free to jump on in~ may be sloow but i will backdate until the end of days <3 ilu]