Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170704200042/@comment-30700719-20170704214551

I slowly dismounted from my chair and got on the floor, commando style. The intruder seemed to be venturing off towards the coffee machine. My mind whirred over as I calculated an escape attempt. I crawled along the floor, stopping every now and then to listen. Banging and crashing noises were coming from the break area. The intruder must have been fairly angry or excited in their quest. I got on my knees and popped my head up along the cubicles. The intruder was wearing an ornate mask, like a large eye. I held my breath, and she slithered away. She must be a Basilisk! I picked up Stephanie's mug, still smelling of herbal tea, and lobbed it towards the exit. Her head jerked around and she raced across the floor. There was no way of outrunning her. I just gotta keep quiet. I stood up and tiptoed across the room, while the Basilisk made her rounds. A thought occurred to me. If she was looking for me to rape me, that would make me her husband. And if I was to become her husband, then she wouldn't bother with the mask. She could just walk--slither--in and freeze me, taking her damned time about it. My foot pressed down a little hard, and the floor squeaked a tiny bit. I held my breath, hoping the rain suppressed it. Her head slowly turned towards me, and she let out a smile. "You're made the wrong choice....." she whispers. I grab a stapler from the closest desk (Bob, H&R) and hurl it at her. I vault over the next one and grab a photo frame of Bob (Linda, Finances) and chuck it at the window. Her head rotates about like a whirligig, snapping on all the sounds. I crouch down low and push a chair across the carpet. It bumps into another desk (Billy, Hygiene Maintenance), causing a ruckus. She growls in frustration and leaps for it. I silently walk over to the door, and twist the handle. It doesn't budge, and the Basilisk whisks her head around at me. "HUSBAND!" I fabricate a revolver and blast the lock, firing multiple shots. She screams and grabs her ears, and I bolt down the stairs. She gradually recovers, and I hear thumps from the landings. I duck into a nearby recess against the wall, and she goes flying past. I take a deep breath and walk over to the elevator. The thumps have stopped. The elevator arrives, with that trademark 'ding!'. I leap into the elevator and mash the 'close doors' button frantically. At the last second, she leaps up the stairs and shoves the tip of her tail in the crack of the doors. They stop, and slowly begin to open. Thinking quickly, I grab the tip of her tail and rub it tenderly. She moans, and her tail disappears. The doors close, and the elevator descends. I slump to the floor, analysising my current scenario. Stuck in an office building with a Basilisk, with nought but two metal doors separating me from utter constriction. I stand up and adjust my suit. If I escape from this place, I better do it looking good. The elevator doors open, and I stride out. The doors to the stairway slam open, and the Basilisk comes tearing out. I merely walk a little lower to the ground, quieting my footsteps against the stone floor. She blunders about for a bit, calling out for her husband. I ignore her and make for the door. Grabbing my umbrella from the front desk, I turn back to her and say loudly, "Bad weather we've been having, isn't it!" I turn and head out the door. She practically barges the door off its hinges, but the cold rain forces her back inside. I look back, then shrug and head home. I'd explain what happened. Maybe the boss would give me a raise. Maybe he'd make me pay for the door. Whatever happened, it would happen tomorrow.