"Rooby's. Literally HELL!"
There's a place here, in this toxic wasteland of a timeline - a strange, liminal space in town - called " Rooby's ". You'd think it's supposed to be called "Ruby's" or something, but we'll get to that. I swear I've never been here before, but my subconscious makes no such promises. What a deeply unsettling feeling to have about a restaurant... That said, as ███████, █████, and I approached it, we got the vibes of one of those "retro restaurant" places you can sometimes see in human movies, with a few interesting differences. It even had a flickering neon sign outside. The inside was even more like a retro restaurant... Black -and- white checkerboard tile floors. Red , circular-seat bar stools. All tables and seats are located by the windows, and the seats are those couches with a white stripe in the middle. One of the tables is on f ir e , and nobody is alarmed by this . Even if it's daytime outside, once you enter th...