Y/N POV
"Hellooooo!" I echo into the maze.
I need a more efficient plan of action. I yell into the maze a few more times until I see both Alex and Sub turn the corner. Two people at once will definitely be more difficult, but it will get the job done faster. I look at the watch.
11:25
We only have about 30 minutes left. As they rush towards me from far along the maze path, I try to think of a plan. They get closer and I start to get nervous. Focus.
I try to think, but the thought of them drawing nearer breaks my concentration. I should have thought this through. I have to do something though. I suddenly piece together an idea. It's not the best, but it's something.
I run the other way. With the directions of the painting memorized in my brain, I run that way with Sub and Alex close behind. Part of the plan is to run faster than them. They are catching up.
I try to run faster, but my legs are ready to give out. This entire thing has been like a lifelong pacer test. The only difference is that this time, it's deadly.
I finally reach the painting. This is the part of the plan I can't mess up. This moment is what the future of escaping this place will become.
I run as fast as I can as the air seems to slap me in the face. I scramble into the crammed hallway of the painting and rush through it. I hide in the corner next to the exit of the hallway, which is the entrance to the room.
I hear Alex and Sub clamor into the hallway.
Let's do this.
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Fanfiction[FINISHED] In this story, you have a dream that The Pals are in danger. You go to investigate. However, when trying to do so, you get swept into a video game. Will you find them? Will you survive? Read to find out.
