Dual therapy

*Sal looks up to see her mother towering over her*

Sal's Mum: You'll do better next time Sally.

Van: sal.....

*Sal sighs*

Sal: We didn't go out for pizza that night. I didn't earn it.

Van: you did. Your mom is just a jerk

*Sal sees her younger self look toward the mirror*

*the reflection is tubby*

*Sal groans*

Sal: I never did do any better.

Van: *gulps*

*Sal is in tears*

Sal: She worked hard for me. But she didn't realise what she was doing.

Van: *hugs sally* we...we should move on. try to find happier memories...

*Sal nods*

Sal: Let's do that.

*the 2 walk off to the next door. not noticing a small pool of liquid platinum beginning to appear and grow in the closet*

*They keep walking, but the corridors seem to wind a bit more*

Van: i dont like this.

*Sal nods*

Sal: Something doesn't feel right.

Van: and....does your waistband feel a bit tighter?

*Sal looks down*

Sal: Oh no.

*the 2 have gotten chubby*

Van: i-i swear it wasn't me! please don't hate me *he flinches*

* The corridor turns into a slide*

Van and Sal: WHOA!

Van: gah! *the 2 slide, puffing up on the way down*

*The pair land in a creepy looking carpeted corridor*

Van: If we see any creepy twins we're out of here.

Sally: agreed.

*Sal and Van nervously walk down the corridor*

Van: *fixes his clothes* im huge....

*Sal groans*

Sal: So...heavy...