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Seven had seen an Instagram post from Scott's Wonderland. One of those cheesy ass Tiktok-esque videos that corporations were obsessed with doing. But they'd showed a video of one of the game booths, and the wall of prizes available. And Seven, ever a simple creature, had fallen in love. She'd seen what she wanted, and simply
had to have it.
Did that mean she was going to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a ticket and an even more ridiculous amount of money on the rigged game to win the prize? Like Hell.
So, she snuck into the parking lot while people still populated the later hours. Then waited for the park to close, loitered around for even longer to track the pattern of the two security vehicles that milled about. She wasn't very worried. If she was caught, she could run faster than anyone could hope to catch her. And if she couldn't run, she could suggest her way out of it. And, if all else failed... well, she wasn't looking for a mess to clean up tonight.
Around to the back of the park she crept, keeping to the shadows, following the smell of day-old garbage to lead her to the dumpsters. There, an employees only entrance through a chain link fence. Naturally, it was locked, but it wasn't like there was barbed wire. She'd climbed plenty of fences.
Just... not many while wearing tights. Seven got as far as getting one leg over the chain link before she heard the tell-tale sound of the feeble material splitting.
"Shit." She cursed loudly, forgetting stealth. A little overconfident with her outfit planning.