what would happen if one day you suddenly woke up and found yourself in a completely different place then where you fell asleep? what would your first thought be? Am I going crazy? Is this a dream, could it be a kidnapping? Was I drugged and taken away in my sleep? maybe I was abducted by aliens or some perverted god?
when I finally came too as a bit of a nerd and otaku these and many more ideas flashed in my mind making my twisted imagination run wild, I could barely feel my body almost as if floating in a void that is until my head threatened to crack open from the pain and confusion. time kept flowing I could feel my mind beginning to slip as I gripped my head and tears kept flowing from the pain that seemed to continue through the ages and eons that were surely passing.....ok ok maybe it was only a few mins but come on my head f*chin hurts you cant actually expect me to keep track of the time right?
when the pain stopped and came out of my bad habit I picked up somewhere in 8th grade of internal monologuing like a protagonist in some story I started to calm myself down and come back to reality all I could see was darkness without the slightest sound besides my breath and the constant beating in my chest all good signs I wasn't dead. I was laying on the cold hard ground, It was clear I was no longer in my new comfy bed or my warm apartment. I began to move and feel around my surroundings, to my surprise as I moved some dim lights seemed to appear from the ceiling lighting up the room but barely enough to see clearly I was laying on a dirty stone floor in what seemed to be a completely sealed room with polished metal walls almost like a mirror. it was a remarkably empty room with the exception of me and a small stone pedestal like table around my chest in hight.
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I slowly got up and started to inspect the room first thing to cross my mind was check for a door or way out after some feeling around for a seam or some clues on the walls on how to get out but they seemed to be completely solid without any blemish or imperfection. with no idea on how I could end up in here or a way out my brain kept sending out little signals for my dumb ass to look at the pedestal instead of wasting my time groping the walls.
As I got to the pedestal there seemed to be....... nothing and with that, my last trace of hope disappeared. Depression hit hard barely able to stay upright my mind started to become dazed and my body sways my legs become almost like jello. Trying to stop myself from falling I brace myself on the pedestal as it takes my weight it slightly sinks and a sharp point stabs itself into my hand blood starts to slowly flow out the cut soon disappearing into the stone like it was being sucked up into a sponge
the pain in my hand helping clear my head from the daze I was in seeing something so strange like stone acting as a sponge kindled a small spark of hope and curiosity in my heart. just as I was getting my bearings again, some words appeared to engrave themselves on the smooth walls. seeing as something finally happened to let me know what was going on I was extremely happy but as soon as I read the words I instantly became pissed off
you're in a room with no doors or windows. Just a mirror and a table.
How do you get out?