The Wardrobe
"Are... are we sure this is a good idea?" Taylor asked as Alec adjusted the camera hanging from his neck and Lisa taped the end of a thick spool of yarn to the floor. She eyed the walls -what she could see of them, that is- nervously. It had taken some luck, some deception, and a few plundered goods, but the Undersiders (including Rachel and her dogs, thanks to a bottle of endless water and an endless bag of dog food, both courtesies of Joe) had managed to sneak into Joe's base as he and his team were leaving it.
"There isn't anything in our agreement that necessarily prohibits what we're doing," Brian noted, prompting an unimpressed look from Alec. "We're just... exploring, is all."
"Yes, exploring the closet of the strongest Parahuman in several states," Alec snarked. "Next, we'll go pull a panty raid at Alexandria's house."
"Oh, hush," Lisa said, walking up to the group, spool of yarn in hand. It, too, was rather endless. Lisa had cited a newfound interest in crochet while asking for it. To her credit, she did actually use it for crocheting, but she had actually asked for it with the intention of using it during this little expedition. Lisa smiled, seemingly rather excited. "Look, who would need a closet with turns in it? Joe's got to be hiding something juicy in here."
Taylor felt... rather conflicted. On one hand, she
was curious about this closet, that had seemingly endless outfits hanging from its walls and ceiling, lit by dim... she decided to call them candles. On the other, Lisa had more than likely roped the Undersiders into this just because she wanted something to hold over Joe. Her talks with Alec had convinced her that Lisa had a slight obsession with being the one in control of any situation. Taylor would much rather be finding out about the Undersiders' secret boss, but refusing to come along might have been suspicious.
Nearly everybody had a small trinket (by Joe's standards) on hand. Lisa had her spool of endless yarn, Rachel had her infinite dog supplies, Alec had a handheld camera with a couple of hundred yottabytes of storage space (whatever
that was) and an unending battery, and Brian had a sort-of sapient flashlight that hovered over his shoulder, casting a beam of light into the gloom. Taylor had been put in charge of the backpack containing infinite water bottles and boxed meals.
"Camera's rolling," Alec announced. He turned the camera towards himself, held it aloft with one hand, and gestured towards the rest of the group. "What's poppin', Youtube? We're the Super Snoopers, and we're raiding our wizard friend's closet while he's out on business."
Lisa scoffed and rolled her eyes. "He's not a wizard."
"He might as well be, Janet!"
"My name isn't-- ugh, whatever. Come on," Lisa urged, gesturing with the hand holding the spool of yarn. "Let's see what we can find." With that, the group went onwards, Taylor following along with some trepidation in her steps.
Fifteen or so minutes later...
"You know, it's strange," Lisa noted, sounding almost pleased. "I don't think this style of clothing is native to Earth Bet."
Silence washed over the group for a few moments. "And what makes you say that?" Alec retorted. "This stuff looks like an anime's interpretation of Greek togas."
"Well, for starters, some of these design elements have almost nothing to do with the Greeks, and a few don't line up with nearly any human culture. You'll notice that a lot of the footwear actually leaves the sole bare, and that there's a rather obvious lack of coverage for the upper body."
Huh. Really? Taylor started looking at random outfits along the walls and saw that very few of them would cover a man's pecs. And the ones designed for women were... something. She plucked a shoe of some kind from against the wall and turned it over. "Hey, she's right. This is like some sort of weird, reverse flip-flop; the bottoms of your feet would be touching the ground."
"See?" Lisa asked, sounding rather smug.
"I still don't see how that proves that Joe has a closet stocked entirely by extra-dimensional fashion," Alec retorted.
Brian cleared his throat. "As fascinating as it is to hear you two debate about closets," he began. "I'd like to point out that we've been walking for around seventeen minutes by this point. With how maze-like this place is, I would've expected to have at least seen our trail at some point, yet we haven't."
"Oh, stop being such a worry-wart," Lisa retorted. "With how extra Joe is these days, this place is probably just utterly massive. I sincerely doubt he has an endless closet crammed into his dimensional pocket; all the available space would be taken up by it."
Hours later...
"Every single one of these outfits are different," Taylor noted as she stared at the wall, the sound of crackling flame coming from behind her. The group had gotten a bunch of outfits from the walls, piled them up in the middle of an intersection, and set it alight with the help of Brian's flashlight. Now, they were sitting around the fire, eating and drinking.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Lisa asked, looking up from her sandwich.
"Like, I don't mean in broad terms, I mean the finer details. These two togas have slightly different patterns and colors. Even their shoes are different. I don't think a single one of the outfits I can see share a color."
Taylor got up and began to pace. "I haven't been paying attention to all of the outfits, but if I can't see a single repeated item amongst everything here..." Taylor gestured to the walls of the four-way intersection they had set up camp in, and their respective hallways. "Whose to say that there are
any repeats in this entire closet?"
"I'm fairly certain that's impossible," Alec interjected. "I mean, there's only so many variables involved here, even if I can only name like two or three of them. If this closet contained every fashion to ever exist in the entirety of the multiverse, I wouldn't be arguing, but it looks to me like we're dealing with one... I dunno, set? There's got to be a repeat somewhere in here."
Lisa hummed to herself, nodding. "Yeah, I think I've got to agree with Alec here. A culture's fashion can't be all-encompassingly broad; there's gotta be a repeated outfit somewhere."
"Hmm..." Taylor shrugged and brought another boxed meal out of her backpack. Hopefully, it'd be another sweet one. She really liked that cinnamon roll...
The next day...?
"All I'm saying is that there comes a point where something just isn't worth it, and taking powernaps on the floor so we can explore more of a ludicrously massive closet is
reeeeal close to that point."
"Oh, hush, Alec. We've got the entire break, there's no need to worry about any family members raising a fuss."
Taylor was fairly certain she was going slightly insane. Cabin fever, or something like that, but in this case it'd be called Closet fever, and the symptoms would include hallucinating that the clothes on the walls were twitching. She'd see a pantleg bend or a sleeve (the few that there were) raise, and she'd jump and stare at the offending outfit, only to find that it was hanging there inanimate, as clothes should be. Well, Garment was an exception. She was too... bubbly to ever be scary, even if she insisted on putting Taylor in outfits only pseudo-royalty should be wearing.
She sincerely hoped that-- did that shoe just twitch?!
?????
Everybody was twitchy and jumpy as they set up camp for the... third? Fifth? Eighth, this was the eighth time... probably. By this point, it wasn't just Taylor who was seeing mobile clothing out of the corners of their eyes. All of the Undersiders sat in a ring, facing away from each other and towards the hallways as though they were keeping watch for something coming after them.
Taylor really hoped that something
wasn't out there.
There was a quiet, constant shuffling sound. Taylor didn't notice it at first, but once she did, it didn't leave her awareness.
"Who the hell is squirming around so damn much?" Rachel barked irritatedly. Taylor looked around at the other Undersiders, but they were all sitting relatively still, something that Rachel seemed to realize as well. The shuffling sound got a little louder, and everybody started looking around in confusion.
"What..." Lisa gulped down another pull of water, gasping slightly. "What on earth is that noise?"
Everybody stood up and began to shuffle around, trying to spy whatever could be making the noise. Taylor couldn't see anything moving in the hallways, nor could she see anything amiss on the ceiling, or the walls of the intersection...
"I'm pretty sure it's coming from down here." Brian spoke quietly, but everyone heard him nonetheless. They all gathered around him, peering into the gloomy hallway. The rustling noise was certainly a bit louder in this direction...
All of a sudden, the end of the hallway was blotted out, and Taylor found herself blinking and rubbing her eyes. She looked again and found that the end of the hall was still blotted out. In fact, it seemed like the blot was coming closer...?
It took Taylor a moment to realize what she was seeing. Clothes. A mass of clothes bundled together like a gigantic worm, the mess of colors and patterns blending together into a haze. And it was heading towards her. Taylor shrieked, as did every other Undersider, and they immediately turned tail and ran. But just as the mad dash began, it suddenly stopped as Taylor's eyes were assaulted by bright light. She tripped over her own two feet, fell, and felt something fall on top of her back. It was either Brian or Rachel's larger dog. She didn't really care. There was something chasing her, and she wanted to get away.
After a job well done...
I stepped back into the Workshop feeling rather satisfied with myself. The entire Protectorate Headquarters remodeled in only an hour, and not a soul had cottoned onto the fact that I had used my duplicates to help out. The entire job took five hours, and really, that was only because of all the red tape and bureaucracy. Sure, it was still very expedited, but I definitely could have been done faster if I was just left to my business. I understood that the Protectorate and PRT wanted to make sure everything was above-board but did it have to be such a slog?
Somebody tugged at my arm. "Uh, Joe?" I turned and saw Aisha looking off to the side with a concerned expression. I followed her pointing finger and saw... the Undersiders, in front of the Resplendant Wardrobe, in a tangled heap on the floor, panicking and squabbling like they were being chased by some monster. The sight was so bewildering that I didn't even say anything. I just stopped and stared in bewilderment.
Eventually, I realized that this situation needed to be, you know, handled, and not gawked at. "Uh..." that was all I managed to get out before every single Undersider, in nigh-complete synchronization, stopped in their tracks and locked onto me like one of Fleet's turrets.
"We've been in there for DAYS!" Taylor shouted hysterically, a sentiment echoed by every other Undersider in turn. I was about to walk over and comfort the gaggle of upset super-teens when something Taylor said caught my attention. Days...?
I checked the Workshop systems through my implant.
"Oh, shoot, I forgot to turn off the temporal dilation."
The End.
My thought process behind writing this consisted of: "hey, you know that Backrooms thing? What if Joe's closet was that?"