The Mediocre World of Julius Oppenheimer Jr.

The Room

I didn't like the original plan for chapter 2 so I rewrote it. Enjoy!

Ow..My head..

I was lying down on the carpet floor. I felt a bit of blood leaking into the thick rug. Where the heck am I? Did I die? I tried to stand up but gravity took control and I quickly fell back down. I looked up to find a hole in the rotting wooden roof. Through the hole wasn't the sky, but static. Great..

There was a colorful star shaped table close by so I grabbed the handles of the table to try to stand up. Instead, thanks to my dumb luck, I ended up falling and wrecked the old thing. The table smashed into two, and I fell right through it. I can already imagine the bruises I'm gonna get tomorrow. I got up, brushed off the dust on me and started to explore the place.

The furniture looked odd, colorful, and yet lifeless. Reminds me off walking through an abandoned theme park or a unsettling toy store. The bed was made of mix and matched colors of fabric. Poorly made and burned my eyes. The dresser had a sorta childish feel to it, The whole room did. Something felt wrong though. On the floor, there was scattered toys of completely different eras. A tamagotchi here, A box of dominoes there. Retro posters were hanged up in weird, mis shaped, ways. Bright balloons were dangling in the air. Everything felt strange, yet comforting, like going back to old places in my dreams and wandering the area.

I turned to the doorway only to find a slim figure standing there. I could only see the silhouette of the person in TV-like static. What is it? Who is it? Then it jumped towards and placed it's hands on my mouth! I struggled and kicked to be free but I couldn't. I started to feel dizzier and dizzier and...

Sorry this chapter is so short. Hope you enjoyed anyways!