Butterfly Colors

Faithful Peers

Flashing lights. Bright colors.

what's happening?

Alarms, Sirens...

Screaming. Voices.
All ringing in my head.

Beating.

Them.

I close my eyes once again.

Things have happened.

Crying, Yelling, Rumors, Cheering.

All in an endless abyss of muffling static noise.

....

Where am i?

I look around.

Its a room of sorts.

Its a nicely organized room, however.

black and write colors.

The occasional pop of color being some browns and reds.

"Hiya kiddo!" A strange, Sickly sweetish voice yelled. The pitch is enough to give me a headache..

"Well! You not gonna answer your SwEeeEt Headmistress? I'm offended! WaAhhh!" It said as it "cried".

"For clarification, Kid! I'm down here! Yoohoo! Shakespeare! Behind! You!"

I looked behind me to see what was yelling at me.

A look of shock took over.

A cat. Or more specifically, a robotic cat. Was staring up at me. It wears a Cheshire cat grin. It seems to be a mix of a serval and siamese. With tints of purple and pink, with black markings. On its collar, is a half sad, half happy face.

"Who the... Who are- What are you?"

The cat snickered as it jumped onto the bed where i was. "Great question, chump. But! That will be answered later! Out the door, Lazy bones. Your peers are already waiting! So get your lazy pathetic ass up and move!" It yelled as it jumped into... A vent?

"Okay then..." I checked the card on a desk. Its apparently mine.

Name: Lance Anderson.
The ultimate Poet.
Height: 5'8.
Weight: 124 LBS.
Known family ATM: Marie (Katz) Anderson. (Bio-Mother) Jake Anderson. (Bio-Father) Lillian Anderson (baby sister)
Likes: Poetry, Horror Games, Cats
Dislikes: Disrespectful LGBTQ comments, racism.
Date of birth: July 7. 2003
Age: 19

What the hell!? How did they find this out?! This is private information! And..and what does it mean, Ultimate..?

"I guess i should go."

I left my supposed room and walked down the corridor. Taking note of my surroundings. It was oddly a monochrome grey. Seemingly made of Granite. The floors being made of marble. A Filipino  flag strung up on the wall... Is that where we are?

I keep walking around.

"What's this flag mean..." i heard a rather...young "feminine" but also raspy voice say.

"Uh, hello?" I call out.

A few seconds after i called out, a very skinny, small child looking girl slowly came out from the room in front of me. One with blackish blue hair tied in a side pony tail, that looks like its barely been brushed. The girl had bright purple eyes and was covered in scars, bruises, blood and bandages and looked to be extremely skinny. Her clothes were rather old and torn, not even having shoes. Having a eye patch like "homemade" bandage across her left eye. It looked to be made out of an old tattered shirt. All her bandages do.. she looks to be very young.