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"Here's your pizza, miss."
'Ah, music to my ears,' you thought, tipping the delivery man as you brought the extra-cheesy goodness into your living room.
This was one of those rare weekends where you weren't working one of your part-time jobs, due to the snow and ice. So while you may be spending it in your slightly run down, one-bedroom apartment, you were going to enjoy it.
Your laptop was already set up on the table, so you clicked play and grabbed a slice.
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Sadly, you had not fully anticipated your ravenous hunger, so as the third season of The Good Place closed up you went to raid your fridge.
"Oh." Apparently you had forgotten to buy groceries.
'Well, no time like the present,' you thought, glancing forlornly at your laptop. It was still early in the night, so hitting the store wouldn't ruin your time completely.
You shivered, opening the the door. It was freezing out.
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You awoke. This was odd, because you were pretty sure you hadn't fallen asleep.
A wall stood before you, painted with green words. "Welcome! Everything is fine." This was odd, too, because while your mind was still hazy, you recognized those words.
You glance around, realizing that, yep, you were in an exact replica of the waiting room in The Good Place. Whatever your captor had drugged you with must have been strong; your panic felt smothered behind your mind's haziness.
Taking a few deep breaths, you stood from the couch.
Then the door opened.
"(Y/N)?" asked Michael. "Come on in."