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___________ You wake up. Kind of. ______

jesus fucking christ.

...fucking hell your heeeeeeaad it's so raw and muggy and it is throbbing like a millisecond out of sync with your heartbe- ah no shit your eyes they're worse they're so much worse aaaaaah fuck how are they so itchy it's scoring a tally on your sclera and etching out the blood vessels in such painful detail fuck it you're blinkiNNGRH BAD IDEA BAD IDEA REAL FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA RIGHT THERE YOU DID A BAD THING why do you even have eyes jesus

Do you have a physical form?

YES AND ALL OF IT ACHES LIKE HELL WHAT THE FUCK EVEN HAPPENED LAST NI- wait a second

...wait a fucking second...


This isn't right. But it's not wrong either. You're not sure how you got here, which is not always a reason to panic, you don't think, but it's something about here that's bothering you.

>must be getting pretty tired of pink and purple huh?

Also your head. That's bothering you too. Your eyes are still all scratchy and you can't look at things properly. Everything's dark and noisy and distinctly not purple why is that a thing? Why should the room be purple? Rooms are not often purple. Maybe something else is supposed to be purple, but you're struggling to process the various something elses that surround you. The... uh, doors, perhaps? They're rather blue, you think. It's kind of hard to focus on specific areas right now and you really shouldn't try to because you are getting distracted from the three most important issues right now:

1. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
   
2. WHY IS EVERY PART OF YOU MADE OF PAIN?
   
3. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
   

good job you made it all the way up those stairs you're a stair champion

A stairmaster, if you would

...your head really hurts...