"I get it, I get it," Dan said.

"You were paid to do a magic show, but I am a man of science. I do not fall for this type of thing. Also, you have taken it a bit too far with the "Kidnapping", you know?" he continued, gesturing with his head to the dark room around him and trying to free himself. Just moments ago he was walking the streets of his hometown, rushing as always to finish his to-do list. The only thing different this time was that a random street performer approached him on the street, talking about a higher cause. Skip to 2 minutes later, and he is tied in what looks to be ... a quite large basement considering the size of the buildings in his post-communist country.

The man spoke after sighing and doing a hand gesture. "You know, for someone tied to a chair you do act differently to people your age. Or the people I know from this side of the planet have never before touched grass"

Looking a bit surprised, Dan tried to not panic hearing the way this man spoke. "I mean, at the end of the day, you are the person who kidnapped me and from what I can see, you don't seem around. Also, - "

"Of course, I am not from around. Who would like to come to this country willingly? What is with the size of your buildings? Are you even TRYING to make them habitable??" he lamented.

"I do believe I got it wrong here. Are you trying to kill me or something? Skin me or..." he paused, waiting for a reaction. "Because I am fine with it. I don't know where I am, you know how to use sedatives without atracting attention so, just let me at the very least say goodbye to -" but he was suddenly interrupted.

"You know something??" the figure raged. "I fucking hate this bullshit. You, with your unnatural thinking and lamenting and finite life horseshit speeches. You will not die. I am not here to kill you. Ughh" he continued.

"But then, why kidnap me? Organ trafficking? Not popular around -" Dan tried to squeeze in, but was interrupted yet again by the figure who seemed to get more and more exasperated with his replies.

"A CALL TO ADVENTURE, YOU LITTLE FUCK." he screamed inches away from his face." Why are there so many cultures on this floating rock? I mean really, I did let it on random, but come on... " he continued, clearly annoyed.

"Are you God or some other higher entity? I ask about your perspective because from mine, you seem like a lunatic who is about to shank me and probably skin me. Also, can you turn the light on? It gets old quite quickly the whole "darkness to keep appearances" thing. And I believe this should be soundproof because why else do I hear nothing from the outside?" Dan ranted, as he manages to squeeze in his general anxious speech. He knew he was most probably going to die, so he might as well annoy this man before him as much as possible. At the very least die by his own words. After all, his hands were tied behind him.

But as he was waiting for a reply, he heard nothing. The figure before him seemed to be just frozen. He couldn't even hear his breath.

After waiting for another couple of moments, his train of thought shifted."Is he dead? Is this going to be a type of thing I need a few days off work to explain? Oh, shit, how much time did I spend here? If I live and need to get back to work, I may need some proof that I was kidnapped, otherwise, they will believe I had some mental breakdown or just simply lied to their faces to avoid work.". Although he did not wish to think about work at this time, his mind worked to keep him sane in an otherwise insane situation. "Should I take a photo of him? But where are my phone, my cigarettes, and my keys? Oh, that seems silly now. Don't know if I ever need the cigs considering I am tied."

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He started trying to wiggle the chair, in the hopes he would tilt over, hit the floor, and break. From what he felt through the clothes, it shouldn't be a metal chair. But if he didn't try with all his force, he would just be stuck face down or on the side, looking like an idiot. After checking the man and seeing no movement, he realized he may have a limited window to try and free himself. A few wiggles later, he finally managed to knock the chair off balance.

What greeted his face as it made contact was not a hardwood or cement floor, but something that felt moist. But the realization that hit him was that the chair was intact and he was now lying on his side, still tied to it.

"Great. Now little scarface here will most probably wake up and also laugh at my sorry ass. So long for "dying your way" he started mumbling but ended up speaking up. Now he had no choice but to wait for the man who kidnaped him to pick him up. But that did not happen. As a minute passed, he realized he was laying on something resembling moss. And there was still no sound. Dan could only hear his breathing.

As seconds turned to minutes, time seemed to slip and as Dan was starting to run out of ideas, he also started to get bored. "How long do I need to sit like this? My joints start hurting." he thought to himself. "This is the most boring and uneventful serial killer type of murder anyone will ever read about."

But as he was having his mental conversation, Dan heard the man speak "What the actual fuck are doing? You know you could have asked to be freed".

Dan was speechless. "You mean to tell me you will free me if I ask? No questions asked? No shanking or skinning or organ trafficking?" he asked, as he started to lose grip on his sanity. "What is this guy's deal? Is he high and mental? What would provoke this type of behavior? 'Let me randomly kidnap someone who - " but his train of thoughts was interrupted by the answer.

"Yeah, of course. I am no monster" the man said as he snapped his fingers and the rope around Dan's hands went loose."As I said previously, young man, this is a call to adventure. It is your duty to answer it." he continued while what could be loosely defined as a smiled seemed to appear on his face.

"Are you bipolar or do you have multiple personalities? Do you allow me to leave? Am I already dead and this is FUCKING HELL?" Dan was starting to slip. Nothing made sense. The person previously swearing was now acting as a Brit and somehow was smiling.

"No, but you are now talking to a different entity who shares the carnal costume as the previous apparition. Fret not, for I -" but he did not manage to finish the entire sentence as a snap of fingers was done inches before his face.

"You scare me. Bring the other guy around. And please let him explain. Somehow him becoming angry at some situations is more enjoyable"

The man looked at Dan with a raised brow and suddenly spoke "You know, you are a small little shit. Some people have no respect for -" but he was again interrupted.

While snapping his fingers constantly, Dan started yelling "TELL *snap* ME *snap* WHAT *snap* THE *snap* FUCK *snap* IS *snap* GOING *snap* ON *snap* Or just fucking kill me already. It's TOO MUCH!!". Dan just crashed, sitting on his ass, with no energy left. This facade was draining and he had no desire to continue.

The man released a long sigh and giggled. "Well, it was about time you started listening, you punk. Ok, no more games. You have been chosen to -" but everything went black for Dan. It truly was too much for the young man.