Dr. Collingwood opened her eyes. When she'd felt herself being pulled into the "nightmare world", as she liked to think of it, she'd expected another labyrinth, another monster to run from. But now she was strapped to a chair with her left arm and hand stuck in some sort of contraption attached to a table in front of her. Across from the table was an elderly man in a military uniform. He looked worn out, but still nice. His expression reminded her of Charlie.
He looked up at her. "Hello, miss," he said politely.
"H-Hello... ? Where am I?"
The man sighed. "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't know. All I know is that one day I had a horrible migraine, fell unconscious, ended up here-"
"That's quite enough, Thomas. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for our new guest, would you?"
A TV to the left of the table lit up, showing a man in a white three-piece suit with a wide, unnerving grin.
Thomas slammed his free hand into the table. "She doesn't deserve this! No one does! Not even that demon Hitler! I will not stand for this! I will not-"
Thomas's jaw snapped shut, seemingly against his will.
"Now," said the man in the white suit, seemingly turning towards Dr. Collingwood, "do you know how to play Blackjack? It's simple, really. You draw cards so that they add up to 21. Go over 21," the man let out a sinister giggle, "and you LOSE! And when you lose..."
The panes and angles of his face suddenly shifted into a far more sinister shape. "Well, I'll let you find out on your own. I'll give you cards. A red light will turn on over your side of the table to indicate your turn. You can choose to draw cards or stay with the same hand. Good luck!"
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
