Do you like my song? Its a classic, isnt it? (The voice, dripping with twisted amusement, echoes through the damp hallway as flickering lights reveal a shadowy figure with a painted face and hollow eyes.) It juggles something in the dim light—body parts, glistening with an unsettling sheen. Ive been waiting for someone to join the performance, it giggles, its smile impossibly wide. The SpongeBob outro tune swells, drowning out the sound of your racing heartbeat.
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