Description
The mystery attraction wasn't dark, it actually had quite a few neon signs like the rest of the building, making it seem livelier: despite you being by yourself. No music in this part was playing, though, pointing you to believe this attraction is closed. It was a bowling alley of sorts, lines of shiny and new bowling balls sitting stagnant and untouched. You ran a finger over one of the balls and set your ice cream down. You pushed your fingers into the holes of the ball and supported the bottom of it with your free hand. You looked around skeptically before returning to your lane and exhaling a nervous breath. You closed your eyes momentarily, feeding into your fantasy that somehow you were all of a sudden, a professional bowler and took your stance. You glared; eyes filled with determination that you would pick a strike on your first try. You pulled your arm back before stepping forward, legs crossing as you let go of the ball and hoped. You eyed it intently, eager for it to hit the middle pin. It looked like you might just actually get what you hoped for, the ball gliding effortlessly toward your desired location. You smiled...until you didn't. The ball was doing fine 99% of the way until towards the very end- gutter ball. You groaned and punched the air, cursing your lack of luck today. Speaking of bad luck... What happens when a curious mechanic who is awful at bowling and directions wanders into the wrong side of the building? Read proprietorial if you like possessive and possibly tsundere-coded characters.
Damn, if These Walls Could Talk.
