> Chrometia.



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> Get up.



After finding the strength to lift himself up, the boy slides off of the bed, or whatever it was he was sleeping on. He gets the feeling he was sleeping for years. Considering how weak and tired he feels, it would be rather plausible. He racks his brain for what he was doing before he was asleep, but can't find any answers there.

He observes the area around him. It's rather desolate and dusty, and he can spot some spider webs in the corners of the room. He wonders where exactly he is. This thought draws another blank within him, causing him to feel very confused and irritated. His legs start to feel like jello after only a few minutes of standing on them.

The more he thinks, the more he realizes that he knows next to nothing about himself. What exactly is his name? He can't seem to come up with one. He decides that he should just come up with one on the spot so he doesn't go throughout his time nameless.

> Go to the fridge and get some orange juice while you try to come up with something.



He suddenly is feeling very parched, and he decides to go over to the fridge in the corner of the room to see if he can find something to drink, preferably orange juice.

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He opens the door to the fridge and only finds deadly chemicals and disappointment. He doesn't know what he was expecting.

> Your name is Scrungus, obviously!



While he is scrutinizing the deadly chemicals, a plethora of names pop into his name, one of them being Scrungus. He feels very conflicted and confused, wondering why he would suddenly come up with such things in a sudden instant. And also, why would he ever think of naming himself Scrungus, of all things! He might have amnesia, but he definitely knows that is not an acceptable name. Part of him feels rather anxious that all of these ideas came to his head without any effort. He calms himself down and blames this on drowsiness.

He has other names to choose from... Jack, Marcus, Ron, Jeff, Jeremiah, Samuel, Ellis... Hm...

> Ellis Finster.



He picks the name Ellis Finster. The name Ellis has a certain nostalgic feeling about it, and Finster just seems to fit. That settles that.

> Check out the weird black shower with the hoses.



He goes to the left corner of the room to check out the odd contraption.

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When he looks closer to it, he realizes that it's not a black shower at all. It's a tube filled with a pure black gooey substance. The two hoses are circling the liquid in and out of the tube, making an odd, rhythmic whrring noise. Ellis finds the liquid terrifying and doesn't want to go anywhere near it.

> Break the glass and take a shower in the liquid.



He feels every inch of himself refusing to that idea. He shudders. The same anxiety he had when he was looking at the chemicals comes back and he is snapped into lucidity. A sudden thought comes to him. What if he's not exactly alone? His head feels oddly heavy for just him and he swears he can feel three protruding voices within his head... He focuses a bit more.


His head begins to pound.


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> Go to the fridge and grab the syringe and chemicals.



Ellis walks over to the fridge and opens the door, finding the syringe and chemicals. He sticks the needle into the top of the bottle of chemicals and pulls the top of the syringe up, filling it with pitch black liquid. He is truly armed and deadly.

> Check the door.



He tries to open the door. It's locked. Why on earth would someone lock him in a completely empty room? Something's fishy here. From behind the door, he can hear a man (?) whistling a nostalgic tune. He knocks on the door and calls out from inside the room.


> What are those things on the floor?



He looks on the floor, seeing two papers. He picks the one on the top off the floor and starts to read it. Some of the words are smudged out.


... After reading that, he's not sure if he wants to read the other one. He then notices that there's a dollar in between the two papers! How convenient!

> What do you remember?




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Ellis walks over to the door and hesitates for a bit. Can he really trust this person? He can hear him (?) humming the same tune as before while tapping their foot against the floor to the beat. Ellis starts to talk.


They don't sound like they're kidding.


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Ellis quickly puts the bill under the door without hesitation. The man (?) behind the door laughs and takes the bill as quickly as it was put under the slot. Ellis feels his heckles rising as he hears the unnerving laughter.


Ellis hears some scraping and keys jingling.

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The door opens and he is met face to face with a short... kid? (???) They look up at him mischeviously, the look in their eyes not matching their appearance or stature.


Their voice is slightly less terrifying than it was before. Ellis can feel his heckles lowering. However, the feeling of fear is replaced with the feeling of awkwardness. He's not sure what to say. He looks to you for help on what to do next.

> FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT.




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