The mirror cabinet 10

When you race into the bathroom, thinking of places to search, the first thing you see is a pair of harried eyes looking at you. After a half second of shock you turn on the light and realize that it was just your own reflection. You exhale heavily through your nose in disappointment at yourself, but then decide to use that minor surprise as inspiration. Walking quickly, you cross the room to the cabinet and open it. Inside there is an array of pill bottles and boxes, nothing particularly illicit or exciting except for a tub on one corner of the bottom shelf that you swear is lube. To search the space as quickly and thoroughly as you can, you decide to pull everything out and then pile it in the sink. Name brands of pills that you couldn’t even read, let alone pronounce, pile up in the basin as you search. One shelf after another you clean out the cabinet like an addict searching for his fix, until the whole cabinet lies barren. Nothing. Slapping your palm against the sink in irritation you begin putting stuff back, only stopping when you realize that time is of the essence. With a renewed sense of urgency, you leave the sink full of bottles and boxes, and walk away.

You failed. You found nothing anywhere, and now you hear the final few thrusts of John Doe’s hips, followed by his grunting of satisfaction through gritted teeth that can only be him finally letting go the tide he had been holding back. He must be balls deep in your crush, flooding her fecund womb with his fertile seed like she was his bitch to breed. Miranda barely made a sound as he finished inside her, except for a quiet purr of pleasure as he filled her up like a cream donut. Not only was he cumming inside of her, she was letting him, and she was loving it. It's over.

Upstairs, it seems Sarah has woken up again. “Ohh, that was amazing John Doe,” she sighs, probably resting her red head on his shoulder as he pumps his cum into Miranda’s pussy. “Whoah, so much!” She titters, presumably watching his seed gush from Miranda’s fuck hole once he pulls back his limp cock. “Did you ask before you came inside?” She asked, even in the afterglow of her strongest orgasm some part of her was still thinking of her friend. A low rumble is his reply. “Ha, of course she did,” Sarah laughed. “I would have asked for it too. That really was incredible,” she said, speaking to him like he was an ordinary lover and not a ghost possessing a friend. “But, y’know, you really can’t stay forever. As much as I would like to keep you around, Tom has his own life. You can’t just steal it,” she pleaded with John Doe, and to your surprise he seemed to listen. When he grumbled something back you could almost hear Sarah smile. “That sounds like a good idea. We can make a deal.”

"John?" She called your name loudly, making you jump like you'd just been caught listening in on her. "You can stop looking now."

Bad Ending

You didn’t get the planchette in time and now John Doe is going to strike a bargain with Sarah and Miranda