Putting his shoes up in their designated place- which he knew automatically, Jon stepped back and looked around his closet. From wall to wall, the closet was lined with shelves of shoes. Where did he even keep his other clothes, if he closet was dedicated to just shoes?
The answer came to Jon subconsciously, and he stepped out of the closet to see that next to the closet door was another, sliding door. Pulling open the second door, Jon found another closet, deeper and longer than the shoe one, filled with racks upon racks of clothes. He gave the selection only a cursory glance, but somehow knew that the selection would be nothing but girly, fashionable, and slutty clothes. Though really, now that he thought about it, what was wrong with that? It was important to stay in style, and so what if he chose to dress a little like a tease? It was his clothes, and his body to show off.
Looking down, Jon grimaced in dissatisfaction with his current selection. A t shirt and jeans, and neither of them were even designer. What had he been thinking? No, he needed something more appropriate for the weather. Warm colors, maybe something flowing... definitely a day to show off some leg.
Jon took a step towards his new closet before catching himself, reeling back from the precipice. What was he thinking? Sure clothes were important, but he needed to focus on whatever was going on with the texts! He could afford to look like a slob for at least a little bit if it meant getting to the bottom of this.
Right on cue, Jon's phone buzzed. Walking over to where he left it, Jon saw that his usual cell had been replaced by a large smartphone, covered in a rhinestone case. Definitely not what he had before, but at least it was a better phone (and much easier to match with outfits). Picking the phone up, Jon half expected to see a text from the mysterious game players. Instead, he saw it was from another, but no more pleasant, option: Steve Farber.
************************
Outside, Karyn was walking home in a huff. Jon could be such a jerk sometimes. Sure he was always on point with fashion and stuff like that, but did he not realize that there were more important things than that?
Of course, now Jon was telling Karyn how that was not even supposed to be the case. Instead he was insisting that he was more like Karyn, a nerd. That actually sounded kind of nice, though Jon is the last person she'd imagine being into that sort of thing.
Before Karyn could think about that conundrum much longer, her phone buzzed. Figuring it might be Jon looking to apologize, Karyn pulled her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open. Reading the number, Karyn saw it was not from Jon, but a number she did not recognize at all.
Lets play a game. the text read I ask a question and you answer it. If you don't I answer for you. Or do both. So make sure to answer. Here's the first question: would you rather...
"Oh shit," Karyn murmured, as she read the options presented her.
