When two boys unwittingly come across a haunted version of their favorite video game, their lives are changed forever as they are sucked into a world of monsters, secret societies, conspiracies, and a prophecy dictating the coming apocalypse. This s...
Don't be afraid. I don't want to hurt you. I am a friend.
What do you want? Where are we?
You are giving me lots of questions to answer. I am afraid I cannot answer them all. I'm limited in this place.
Can you at least tell me what you want?
Just trust me. And I'll set things right.
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Ashton's vision comprised of darkness. As he began to open his eyelids, light flooded into his vision, along with color.
Waking up, he felt a sharp headache, like someone had used his brain as a sandbag. His vision was blurry, and he wasn't fully aware of the environment he was in. Nothing about the colors seemed familiar at all - soft beiges and whites, instead of the navy blue of Kyle's room - but he was only beginning to regain his consciousness. He felt something enveloped around his body, something ragged, scratchy, and fuzzy, with his head resting on something doughy and soft. His body seemed to be vested in what felt like some sort of light, cotton short-sleeve shirt and some loose pants.
As his vision returned to him, details of the environment he was in began to sharpen - the blurry white shape opposite him was a bed, and the glowing light above it was a window, shining midday sunlight above it. There were beds lining the walls of the room, with small white desks at the side of each of bed.
It was an infirmary. He was lying in one of the beds, dressed in cotton pajamas.
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Ashton was confused, he couldn't totally piece together where he had been last night and where he was now. He looked around - it seemed like he was the only one in the infimary, save for the person who was at the bed to his side: Kyle.
"...Kyle?" He muttered.
He didn't respond, and actually seemed to turn away.
Ashton turned away as well, just aimlessly facing the glowing window at the other end of the room. He had a lot of questions, for certain: like where was he exactly, where he had been before this, but the most burning quetion in his mind as he laid in bed was what exactly he was going to do next. His mind was completely blank.
It was around then that his attention was drawn towards another person in the room. Ashton recognized, from the scrubs that she was wearing, that she was a nurse - she worked at this establishment. But something seemed off about her...and that was when he noticed something important about her - there was this strange, thick fuzz on her arms, almost like cotton.
