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 my twisted imagination started to run wild as a bit of a nerd and otaku these and many more ideas flashed in my mind. Till the mind-wrenching pain in my head started. Feeling as if my head would crack open at any moment, I gritted my teeth as tightly as I could trying to bare through the pain. Time kept flowing as the pain continued to assault my senses. I could feel my mind beginning to slip and crack 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 can't actually expect me to keep track of the time right?
When the pain stopped and I came out of my bad habit I picked up somewhere in 8th grade of internal monologuing like a protagonist in some 3rd rate story. I started to calm the fear slowly seeping out from the deepest parts of my soul and come back to reality all I could see was the empty darkness with only my breath and the constant beating in my chest to prove I wasn't dead both good signs I was alive. 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 that reflected the surroundings like mirrors. It was a remarkably empty room with the exception of me and a small stone pedestal table that stood around my chest in hight.
Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.
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 like "dumb ass look at the pedestal instead of waisting 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 starts to darken and my body beginning to sway 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 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 shock it 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 almost instantly it pissed me off
you're in a room with no doors or windows.
Just a mirror and a table
How do you get out?