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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐕

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐕:
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

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I WOKE UP IN A COLD, WHITE ROOM.

Looking around I only saw white marbles, on the floor, walls and ceiling.
And something that appeared to be a record player, right in front of me.

The machine had wires that were leaving its side and were resting on the table, the device was on, ending on some kind of small plungers.

I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest, as I was on the verge of hyperventilation.

Where am I?

That was the main question occupying my head, as I looked around once more, desperately trying to find something to grasp onto, as to understand what was happening.

Suddenly, a door I hadn't noticed before, opened slowly, revealing a tall, handsome, blonde guy and an equally tall, older man with grey hair.

They approached me cautiously, the blonde smiling sweetly and the older man, slowly placing, one-by-one the plungers on my head.

"Don't you worry." The blonde began, his voice dreamy and slightly distorted, as if everything around me was a figment of my imagination. "Everything will be over soon."

The older man, had by now put all the plungers on and pushed a button onto the record player, which instead of playing a song, started producing a sound which reminded me of a TV static.

Then the grey haired man, pressed another button into a device I just now noticed, which had similar wires coming out of it, only those were already 'plugged' into my chest.

"Alright Zero." The same person began. "I want you to tell me, what is it you remember from yesterday morning?" He asked, his voice equally dreamy with the blonde guy's.

"We ate breakfast. At 9:35am." I started saying, my mouth working individually as I had no recollection of anything around me, let alone eating breakfast at 9:35 yesterday. "Then we walked into the Rainbow Room. I started playing a game of chess. Then I got angry. I hit Number Two. Then I fainted." I concluded.

When the fuck did all this happen?

Who the hell was Number Two?

"Very well." He said, taking notes into a small notepad. "Now tell me, how did you feel when you got angry? What exactly were your thoughts that moment?"

"I-I-" I stopped, subconsciously digging my nails into the palms of my hands, as I thought of yesterday's events, that I still had no idea of. "I felt like I wanted to kill Two." The TV static that could be heard was currently louder, while the other machine next to me, that was apparently counting my heart rate, was beeping, and the line that came out of the meter was wider than before.