Haz.
Mask? I wear no mask.
An enormous, metal box with rusted rebars lining the silver walls. Wow, was the Simulation Room underwhelming. Every nook and cranny of the blank canvas was the same as the rest: barren, poorly-ventilated, and all in all a tremendous waste of time.
At that point, there was nothing left to do but exit and follow the others into the Research Center. As soon as one person turned heel and prepared to leave, however...
CLANG!
A blast door suddenly slammed shut behind you, sealing you in completely. Any attempt at escape, no matter how complex, would be met with unsatisfying results. The room was, unsurprisingly enough, identical to the one Cobblepot had trapped you in originally in terms of its construction.
For a good minute or so, nothing happened. Then, it did. The walls turned translucent, and faded away without a trace. Fresh air filled your lungs. The sound of rustling leaves and birds chirping broke the silence. What the group stood in the midst of was now a jungle; a vast expanse in particular, with two, parted hills in front of you and clear, blue skies above. It certainly wasn't an illusion - everything felt and sounded real. There were no invisible blockades, either, but the narrow path that split the mountains ahead signaled a route of importance.
Through that path, you found a small clearing that housed a cluster of alien-esque, hunchback creatures with bronze, shield-like helmets obscuring their faces. Though ominous, they seemed docile, not one beast turning to glance in your direction. Even touching them wouldn't garner a response.
Comic Papyrus, Double, Eric, Alphonse and Akechi, however, were outliers, uninterested in the creatures. Rather, they were drawn to something; something the rest of you couldn't 'sense' like they could. Scattered throughout the small field, hidden in places and objects only they seemed to be attracted to, were black puddles of an unidentifiable liquid with the consistency of blood. But to the five, they were items intrinsically connected to each of their pasts. They brought forth memories, ones full of wonder and joy as well as ones that only resonated with tragedy and trauma. Yet, they were tempting, hypnotic almost, as though they were alive, whispering into your ears. You wanted to touch them, you NEEDED to touch them, regardless of all the sirens that sounded in your head, blaring resistance from the pit of your stomach.
And only now did it become clear, maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.
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At that point, there was nothing left to do but exit and follow the others into the Research Center. As soon as one person turned heel and prepared to leave, however...
CLANG!
A blast door suddenly slammed shut behind you, sealing you in completely. Any attempt at escape, no matter how complex, would be met with unsatisfying results. The room was, unsurprisingly enough, identical to the one Cobblepot had trapped you in originally in terms of its construction.
For a good minute or so, nothing happened. Then, it did. The walls turned translucent, and faded away without a trace. Fresh air filled your lungs. The sound of rustling leaves and birds chirping broke the silence. What the group stood in the midst of was now a jungle; a vast expanse in particular, with two, parted hills in front of you and clear, blue skies above. It certainly wasn't an illusion - everything felt and sounded real. There were no invisible blockades, either, but the narrow path that split the mountains ahead signaled a route of importance.
Through that path, you found a small clearing that housed a cluster of alien-esque, hunchback creatures with bronze, shield-like helmets obscuring their faces. Though ominous, they seemed docile, not one beast turning to glance in your direction. Even touching them wouldn't garner a response.
Comic Papyrus, Double, Eric, Alphonse and Akechi, however, were outliers, uninterested in the creatures. Rather, they were drawn to something; something the rest of you couldn't 'sense' like they could. Scattered throughout the small field, hidden in places and objects only they seemed to be attracted to, were black puddles of an unidentifiable liquid with the consistency of blood. But to the five, they were items intrinsically connected to each of their pasts. They brought forth memories, ones full of wonder and joy as well as ones that only resonated with tragedy and trauma. Yet, they were tempting, hypnotic almost, as though they were alive, whispering into your ears. You wanted to touch them, you NEEDED to touch them, regardless of all the sirens that sounded in your head, blaring resistance from the pit of your stomach.
And only now did it become clear, maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.
wdinatx PlusUltra thefinalgirl Aegis Sayo-Nara CocoaMarshmallow Ineptitude Birb Sleek darkred T The Man With No Name 2Bornot2B June Verles Chungchangching Zamasu SheepKing
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