Diabolus Ex Machina

[Keaton]

>Examine stairs with flashlight. Stay alert to any signs of movement or sounds.

There is no movement or anything out of the ordinary coming from above.  A horrendously loud roaring starts from behind a door to your right.

[Twilight Wolf]

>Stand back from the door in question and point flashlight at it. Ready gun.

[Keaton]

>Stand back from the door in question and point flashlight at it. Ready gun.

It is simply a door, although it is vibrating slightly from the sheer bass of the roar.  Although you are terrified, you can't help but feel extremely silly for some reason.

[Twilight Wolf]

>Quickly pinch self to make sure I'm not dreaming. (Gah, I feel like I keep messing up my perspective when writing this stuff.)

>If not dreaming: resume defensive stance, and back slowly out of the room.

>If dreaming: take control of dream, change dream to something far more pleasant, and start flying.

[Keaton]

>Quickly pinch self to make sure I'm not dreaming.

Ow!

>resume defensive stance, and back slowly out of the room.

What room?

[Twilight Wolf]

>Back slowly out of the room with stairs. The one I'm currently in.

Wait, is the terrifying door within the room with stairs or down the hallway?

>If in the room with stairs: back slowly out of the room, ready to defend myself if necessary.

>If down the hall: back slowly down the hall, checking behind myself with the flashlight frequently to make sure I don't run into anything unpleasant. Or trip over something.

[Keaton]

>Back slowly out of the room with stairs. The one I'm currently in.

You are now back in the hall, facing the door to the stairs. The roar is still coming from the door to your right.

Wait, is the terrifying door within the room with stairs or down the hallway?

The latter.

>back slowly down the hall, checking behind myself with the flashlight frequently to make sure I don't run into anything unpleasant. Or trip over something.

When halfway down the corridor, you hear someone calling your name from the end of the hall.  "Is that you?" it says.  "Come here, quickly!" it beckons.  If you strain your eyes, you can see something that looks like it may be the source of the noise.

[Twilight Wolf]

>Point the flashlight in the direction of the voice, but just long enough to see if I can see anything.

[Keaton]

>Point the flashlight in the direction of the voice, but just long enough to see if I can see anything.

It is still too far away to see clearly.  It looks like it could be humanoid, and it sounds like it's in pain.

[Twilight Wolf]

>Proceed slowly down the hallway facing the source of the voice, pointing both the flashlight and the gun in the same direction. Frequently check over shoulder and stay alert for any sounds coming from behind.

[Keaton]

>Proceed slowly down the hallway facing the source of the voice, pointing both the flashlight and the gun in the same direction. Frequently check over shoulder and stay alert for any sounds coming from behind.

As you approach, the voice's pleading becomes more frantic.  No matter how close you get to it, it's still impossible to make out exactly what or who it is.  The roaring from the room behind you continues at the same volume.

[Twilight Wolf]

>Ponder whether I should call out to the voice or not and risk possibly alerting whatever thing is growling behind the door behind me.

>Turn around and face the growling noise.

>Call out to the voice. "Hello? Where are you?"

[Keaton]

>Ponder whether I should call out to the voice or not and risk possibly alerting whatever thing is growling behind the door behind me.

You ponder.

>Turn around and face the growling noise.

Nothing stirs.

>Call out to the voice. "Hello? Where are you?"

"I'm over here," the voice calls, and it may be a trick of the acoustics but it sounds like it has gotten closer.  "Please hurry, I think I might be hurt badly."

[The Glamour Nazi]

>Judging from my past experience, gun it down

>Then shoot it again for good measure

[Keaton]

>Judging from my past experience, gun it down

The being half-shrieks, half-cackles as the first bullet bites into its flesh.

>Then shoot it again for good measure

The... thing... dives behind the corner, and you can hear it running away.  Perhaps it won't bother you again...