3008: Maze Of Furniture

"Ugh, Where Am I?".
The Short Man Groaned As He Pushed Himself Of A Hard Marble Floor "IKEA".
He Noted, As He Noticed A Large Branded Sign With The Company's Blue And Yellow Logo Plastered On To It "What The Hell Am I Wearing?".
He Asked Himself Adding To The Slowly Growing List Of Questions He'd Asked Himself, Then He Realized How Dull That Question Was. An Orange Jumpsuit, That's What He Was Wearing, With Something Embroidered On The Left Breast "C-Cl-la".
 He Tried To Make It Out, But Couldn't. He'd Need A Mirror Unless He Wanted To Waste All His Time Trying To Read What Was On His Pocket. He Decided There Were Better Things To Do, Like Figure Out How He'd Even Ended Up In IKEA, Or How To Get Back Out, Or How To Sustain Himself If There Was No Way Out, And About A Million Other Things Before "My Outfit.".
He Thought He'd Explore More Than Just His Immediate Surroundings, So He Shook Of His Dizziness And Started Exploring. He Didn't Find Much Of Note For The First Few Hours, Just Generic Furniture: Sofas, Chairs, Tables, And So On, So He Continued Onward, Hoping To Find Something Substantial. That's When He Saw What Seemed More And More Like A Member Of Staff The Closer He Got, That's When He Reached The Man's Back And Tapped His Shoulder "Excuse Me Sir Can You Help Me Find The Ex-".
He Was Cut Off As The Faculty Turned His Body To Face Him, Revealing Its Face, Or Lack Thereof. He Turned And 'Ran', Although It Was More Like A Gentle Jog, Holding Back Screams of Terror. The Things Face, It Was, Non-Existent, It Was Just A Large Slab Of Flesh Where A Face Would Go On Any Normal Person. He Ran Into A Small Hallway Filled With Palletes And Metal Parts. He Hid Behind Some Scrap Metal, Pipes, And Beams, His Heart Racing, His Fright Was Enhanced By The Sudden Electrical Clanging As The Lights Dimmed And Eventually Went Out Completely. It Was Closing Time, Or So He'd Assumed As Much, He Got Into As Hidden A Position As He Could. Trapped By The Sharp Metal Parts He Tried To Get Comfy And Get Some Sleep, He Was Still Tired And Confused, And Figured Sleep Would Help, At Least A Bit. He Awoke To A Ruckus, A Short, Stumpy Woman Searching For Supplies. He Turned His Head In Confusion, Attempting To Get Some Sort Of Grasp On The Situation, Then Jilted Back Upon Realising What Was Happening.
"D-Don't Hurt Me, Please!"
"Hurt You, Why Would I Hurt You? You're Not One Of Those Staff Guys."
"Yeah What's Up With Those Sta-"
"No Time To Explain, Follow Me. Quickly!"
After A Short Exchange The Two Dashed Off Into A Small Makeshift Town Beneath A Sign Said "or ge Dep  men ". Judging By The Patches Of Missing Paint And The Horrid Lack Of Any Proper Words, He Assumed The Sign Had Once Said "Storage Department" But After Years Of Neglect And Mismanagement The Sign Had Fallen Into Disrepair, Wich Was Strange Considering The Rest Of The Ikea Was In Perfect Condition, Why Where The Signs Damaged?