Polly looks at you for a bit, all the while pondering to herself if this, or more rather, you are actually there. Sure, there’s all kinds of monsters where she hangs out, but are you still too good to be true? After thinking about it long enough, Polly decides there is no way that you are real, and maybe they spiked the drinks a little too hard. So, after shrugging her shoulders, she tossed you away, and you find yourself sliding between feet and legs until you hit a nearby wall. You are dazed as you find yourself struggling to right your head after getting it smacked against that hard wall. When you finally snap out of it, you see that you are in a corner of the room you woke up in before. When you turn to hopefully see Polly again, you see that she has collapsed back onto her bed and has seemingly half-passed back out again. Soon, you begin to wonder what the best move would be here. Sure, you could go out of this room and look for help elsewhere from someone who isn’t drunk, but for all you knew, said person could to something far worse to you than Polly ever would. Ultimately, you decided that the best course of action would be to continue to vie for Polly’s attention, and to make sure that this time she’s convinced that you are real. You begin to crawl and climb your way across the tornado of a mess that is Polly’s room, crawling over clothes and who knows what else. You had to stop to catch your breath more that once as the mess made her room feel like an actual maze. Finally, her hand draping over the bed was in sight. You knew that even if she didn’t feel you climbing, you’d still get back to her face quickly.
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