Mall

The Mall? What an odd place to think of. The last time you went to the mall was probably... three years ago? Back when you had a part-time job in that game store, across from Victoria Secret. Admittedly, you really loved that job, it just happens that game stores shelf life when you're asking the average antisocial gamer to walk through the waves of people that come with a shopping mall is pretty low. Maybe the reason you thought of it was because of that one poster of that curly-haired redhead plastered on the entryway to Victoria Secret, where she was sitting on her feet, and you could see her arches...

Oh yeah, you were visualizing it, alright.

That thought in your head, Charles asks, "Got a place in mind, have you?" You nod in response to his question, making him proceed with, "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another one of the countless nods you've provided today, the man grasps the glimmering silver handle, and steps backward, his momentum bringing the grand doors with him. A powerful white light pours into the room, consuming your vision entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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WOAH!

You brace your impact with the floor by shooting your arms out in front of you, luckily avoiding any major damage.

God, those half-benches were annoying. Right outside of the bathrooms placed just in front of the door. You always forget that they're even there when you...

Wait a minute. The mall? Weren't you just... where were you...? Were you sleepwalking? Looking around the fuzzy thoughts of why in the world you're even here right now suddenly hit you like a backpack full of bricks. Charles!? Feet? Some kind of wet dream...

Your thoughts are interrupted as a pair of feet come into view. By god, those flip flops looked expensive, but not nearly as expensive as whatever manicure place their owner had gone to. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, however, one of the tanned beauties was raised and placed under your chin. Thoughts swarming, your face is then angled upwards, so you're finally introduced to the mouthwatering appendage's owner.

"John?" the platinum-blonde girls inquires, "Like... what're you doing on the floor?"

Dressed in a miniskirt that would make a stripper jealous, and a green crop top that hugged boobs that couldn't possibly be real, it almost took you a moment to realize who it was you were drooling at.

"Janice...?"

Raising her hand up to her face, false nails clacking against designer sunglasses, the promiscuous girl pulls her shades down, revealing a pair of bright green eyes you couldn't possibly forget.

"You know... like... maybe I wouldn't have broken up with you if you weren't like, so clumsy all the time."

Face to face with your most regretted highschool fling, whom you hadn't seen in years, with her immaculately tended feet resting just under your chin, a swarm of options about how to react filled your mind.