"F**k" Morph muttered, his voice barely audible even to himself. His state of mind was frenzied, and he found himself completely naked...

(let's ignore diamond-print, yellow thing)

That voice... damn.(It was deepest voice he ever heard)

For a moment, Morph's mind went completely blank, until he snapped back to reality.

[No, what? Am I going to die? Should I jump out of the window? But wasn't this a dream, what if it really isn't, it feels so real damn!] he was having second thoughts on moments notice.

Examining his appearance, especially that yellow diamond print, he tried to reassure himself which was obviously ineffective. But still he was able to give himself false courage.

[No, it's just a... dream, right? A dream.]

His laughter was slightly forced as he continued

[What am I afraid of? It's just a dream. Haha, hahaha... It's a dream, just a little dream.]

But as the silence settled in, he decided to face his situation, or maybe face his dream?

[I should face it; what's the worst that could happen? Not like I would die?...right?]

With newfound resolve, he marched toward the door, chest puffed out (It was naturally like that).

Inhaling deeply, Morph grabbed the doorknob as tightly as he could and pulled the door open rapidly. Behind the door stood an old man, appearing surprised from how suddenly the door opened.

Morph studied the old man's face, focusing on every minute detail he could perceive. He had white hair, a standard office haircut, and a Balboo-style beard, one could tell that he must been a handsome young man in his youth for his still oh-so-manly face.

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The man quickly regained his composure in reaction and slightly bowed. "Master Laurance, the food is getting col..."

Morph's heart raced at the sudden pause in the man's sentence. [Am I caught?] his face looked as if his soul will leave his body anytime. He joined his hands to the old man, ready fell on his knees and plead for his life.

However, the man was not looking at Morph. He was still bowing his head towards Morph but looking elsewhere. Following the old man's line of sight, Morph tried to find what had caught his attention. Their gazes finally met at the same point.

Yellowish... diamond-print... trunks.

"Huh?"

"Ah," the old man regained his composure, "Yes, please be there on time, Sir Laurance. It will be a busy day, and we have an important drill today."

"O... okay?" caught in confusion.

"Then, I will be taking my leave, sir," giving a polite bow before turning to leave.

step step step

As the man walked away, Morph couldn't discern if the pounding sound he heard was his own heart racing or if it was the footsteps of the old man.

[That man... it could have been dangerous.]

[but...IT'S WAY TOO REALISTIC...]

Morph pinched his arm again out of instinct.

"Ouch!!"

[Pain?.. it's hurting?... It can't be... nonono, this isn't it... let me try again.]

He pinched his arm once more.

"Ouch!"

[It's...not a dream?]

Frenzied, Morph looked around, desperately seeking a way out.

[WhatDoIDoNow!?WhatDoIDoNow!?..]

Caught in his overflowing emotions like a wild animal in a trap, he was trying to escape the baffling reality.

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[Calm..]

[Calm down, Morph....]

Knowing there was nothing that could be done in the given situation, Morph began to calm down, but not before half an hour passed away.

[Think, Morph, think...]

[What to do...]

[Seek help?... Flee?...]

[???]

Just ending up with more confusion...

[Yes, the situation...]

[Keller: 'the first rule is to be aware.']

Recalling a dialogue from one of the comics he had devoured in his lifetime, Morph embarked on a keen analysis of his bewildering surroundings.

[So, this is a bed...a big bed]

[This... gorgeous...damn not again]

[..yellow?]

[....]

If he can't make any sense of his surrounding he should search the around for more information, and try finding an escape route. I seemed dangerous to him at first but, after recalling the old man has shown him, it seemed that he was his servant which might as well mean that it is safe for him to move around a bit.

[But what if they find out that I'm not him?!] As Morph's thoughts once again started spiraling into madness, his eyes landed on a wardrobe.

[Gully:"I shall be him"]

Yet another realization...

Rushing over, he attempted to choose the most suitable attire for the occasion, something that he, no, what this person named Laurance would have worn.

[What would have you done dear sir?]

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