I woke from my sleep, but not opening my eyes. I basked in my sleepiness, clinging it to it despite being conscious. I still felt tired, like my sleep was fitful and I was due an extra hour in exchange for the unpleasant feelings that sprang from some unknown source. This was strange, why did I feel so wrong after my nap. I couldn’t fathom why, in fact, I couldn’t remember what I was doing before I slept. I shifted in my spot everything starting to feel more foreign to me as I became more awake. I felt stiff like I had slept for ages without moving. I shuddered in response and the noise of such movement produced a screeching of metal that shouldn't have been made. I tried to get up in a bit of a panic as I searched for an explanation in my memory, but what made me freeze in fright more than anything was a lack of response. I tried to let out a wheeze of air which actually turned into a bellowing hiss. I was not the same that was for sure but how did I know the difference? huh?!

I finally forced myself to move my head and open my eyes, but I had to adjust for a second since the light was nearly nonexistent. When I finally was able to focus everything looked tinged with dark colors. Then I saw it the message, the only advice or information I would live with for many days. The letters didn’t look familiar but I was able to understand the wall read

Here lies the End, the twisted, the behemoth of corruption, a monument of Sealed sins, to sunder or be sundered by those above, only pure hearts can exorcise its frightful frenzy, Herein lies the End.

That's when I started to break, in unfamiliar territory with no sense of self and finally called a monster to be slain. My breath became erratic and I tried to rise to my full height but hit my head on the ceiling. Shocked into wakefulness, I now realized my location a dark room with black walls with scratches and alien writing on the walls. The only light filtered from a hole too small for me to fit in the corner of the ceiling. I tried to calmly shift to see if behind me was the same or not, yet that ended with a new discovery. My attempt to turn around couldn’t happen because my arm was chained and to my horror, all four of them were restrained. Not that I recognized the limbs mind you. I shifted uncontrollably unable to stay calm as I pulled and strained.Even worse is after a minute of this I felt the chains shift, but it wasn't in my favor as my limbs were pulled. I fought for ten minutes in a mad struggle to maintain what little length of freedom my chains afforded me originally. My unnatural and unfamiliar groans along with the screech of either the chains or my body, or ultimately both caused the frayed sanity I had to grind apart. I became a seething animal even after the pulling stopped, I twitched and stared at the two chains as hard as I could. Unable to turn easily I watched for the chain to move at all, waiting to get angry at it again until……………

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What was I doing, did I expect this to accomplish anything but still I folded my arms

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I had many questions but just not the answers, no I didn’t have any sort color to my life or knowledge or, myself. I was like a machine that had its personal information deleted except for the useful bits. Yeah for some reason my self-has been blank slated yet I think I got personality but just like my vision its all grey and less meaningful. All my previous experiences feel alien just like my body. Speaking of which something is twitching on my behind. I turned my head slowly still unused to this body and confirmed my suspicions. Yep! a tail, a genuine wobbly dark spiky ball tail that was bound to be both a pain and a lot of fun. I have a tail, chains, so many strange parts yet such a terribly nice dark hole think about them in. Oh, Joy! and despite my sarcasm to myself my tail seemed to wag anyway well at least someone is enjoying this or at least has a mind the can call their own,……… maybe this is the end?