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You leave the scurrying rats be for the moment, wobbling over to check the piles scattered throughout the room. Most of the refuse is uninteresting: assorted scraps of paper, bits of pipe and metal here and there, bottles of plastic and other bits. There also glass bottles, mainly shattered. You neglect to avoid the shards and wind up cutting the pads of your foot.
There are three piles, in particular, with scents which intrigue you.
You use your paws to sift through the first pile, uncovering a small treasure trove. You find certificates and photographs, of humans. Of weddings, family get-togethers, etc. Just as uninteresting. The interesting scent turns out to be a red herring, though. A dinky little air freshener lies to the side of the pile.
Disappointed, you move on to the next pile.
This smell is more peculiar. You run your nose over the pile, attempting to identify the smell. You sift through some tin cans to find some sort of odorous fungus at the bottom. You begin to move on just when you find something of interest, something what makes your eyes go wide: A dirty old DVD case. "Pee-wee's Playhouse: Season 1", it reads.
The title echoes in your mind, "Playhouse? Playhouse, Playhouse, Playhouse, Playhouse..." You trail off. Just then, a voice calls from inside your head. Just when you thought you had escaped, he comes back.
"What are you doing here, Alfred?" Pickles asks. "You know you can't make it out here, in reality. This world...wasn't meant for you, Alfred. What are you waiting for? You're gonna die soon. It's time to go back to the Playhouse."
Which road do you take:
>"No, I won't! I won't let you take control of my body again! You won't turn me into a killer."
>"Yes, I'll go back. Back to the Playhouse with all my Playhouse friends. Take me there, Pickles."
>Run like hell until you can't hear the voices anymore.
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