>Investigate Another Room
Nicole doesn't know much else, and you don't want to stress her out any more than you have to. You check the next door down, the one shaped like a goofy dog, and try to appear more professional this time...
The little being on the cat-shaped chair wobbles back and forth like a gelatin mold.
???:
Hellooo?
Hellooo?
Oh, good, this one talks in a way you understand.
FERN:
*Ahem* yes, hello there. I'm Frannie, and this is my helper Willis. What can we do for you?
*Ahem* yes, hello there. I'm Frannie, and this is my helper Willis. What can we do for you?
WILLIS:
I HELP!!!
I HELP!!!
MITCHELL:
Oh. You're...new. I'm Mitchell.
...My boy. They said they'd be right back with him...that was 896 layers ago...
Oh. You're...new. I'm Mitchell.
...My boy. They said they'd be right back with him...that was 896 layers ago...
