Imagine this.
The first thing you notice is waking up in a foreign place. You don't have any clue how you got there, or why you got there. The only thing you can do now is retrace your steps and figure out what went wrong in your life.
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Cold. This is the first thing you feel after waking up in this dark alley. Carefully, you sit yourself up. The next thing you'll realise is that your entire body hurts, so your first instinct is to take a while sitting there and looking at your surroundings: you appear to be in an shady, yet not really clean, alleyway, with no door to the left or to the right. As you looked up, you noticed a cloudy sky, it appears to be noon at best. 'I better get going' you think to yourself, certain that you want to find shelter before the night arrives. After you stood up, you briefly took the time to look behind you just to notice that there is a solid brick wall. You start to wonder how you got there, set decided to catch that train of thought later on. Slowly, and obviously in pain, you start marching down the small, creepy alleyway, and suddenly stop. You hear... Nothing. Not at all. No birds. No laughing. Nothing. This sends cold child down your spine, and you decide to walk faster...
Thump thump thump thump
The sound of your boots while you walk is the only noticeable sound you hear. After a short while, you arrive the end of the alleyway at a metal door. Exhausted you lean against it. You weren't expecting your walk to be that painful. As you lean, your hand grabs something in your pocket. Of course! How could you forget that you still got your trusty phone in your pocket. Quickly and excited you pull it out and want to activate your GPS tracker, yet there's not enough battery. You'd likely be best to call 1-1-0, yet you decide to first text your best online friend, as you're used to do.
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Of course. You let go of a silent curse aimed at your luck. The one time you need internet connection, you don't get it. Before you can do anything else, the phone shuts itself off. You really start to wish that you'd have charged it prior. Then you carefully look at the door that you leaned on till now. After a reassuring look around, you determine that there's really no other way around, and decide to try the door handle. To your suprise, the door actually opens. As you walk through, you peak at the room behind it.
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It's a pretty big room, though not exactly comfy. It seems to be somewhat out of time, as if the room has been built ages ago, yet noone took the time or effort to renew the furniture. You start to wander towards one of the big shelves fort Futher inspection, and to your suprise, the shelve is despite his old look in perfect condition.
"Ah welcome" says a voice behind you. The voice itself appears to be not hostile, nor surprised, nor angry. Just neutral, as if it'd greet someone on the street. Yet in suprise you quickly turn around to find a teenager, approximately your age, sitting behind a large wooden desk.
"Oh ... Uhhh... Hi I was just trying to... Uhh..." You stumble for words. You weren't expecting anyone to be here. Did he kidnap you? Is he behind this? Anger grows inside your body.
"That is okay. Everyone comes around one day, and they all wonder in. I know that you are confused, so let me explain." He politely points across the table towards an empty chair. Reluctantly, you comply and sit down. "Everyone comes past here?"
"You know, there are situations in life, where you just wake up somewhere else. That can happen." He seems to be absolutely unimpressed, nearly bored in his explanations.
"I-I see..." You say despite not understanding a single word the stranger says. You take a short while to actually have a look at him. For what you can see, he got brown hair and brown eyes. He's wearing casual, though somewhat odd clothing. As the rest of the building, they appear to be anachronistic.
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(Autors not: that's how he looks like btw)
"Wonderful" he briefly said, writing something in the papers laying Infront of him on the table, though you can't make out exactly what.
"Soo..." You try to stay calm. "How can I go home?" The question was asked with slightly more hope in the voice than you originally anticipated.
"Oh, that is not as simple as you may think. But first: tell me your story. How did you come here?" He genuinely seem to have no clue either, yet somewhat intrigued. You somewhat have pity for him, because he's all alone in an very old building. You guess that he doesn't really have friends, yet you're almost certain you've seen him somewhere before.
"Okay okay fine... Everything started when I moved to Kiwisville..." You start explaning. He puts down his pen and listens closely. This could be a very interesting story, he feels it...
(Autors notes: this is the first actual chapter of the story. We hope you like it and if you do, don't forget to let us know! Critic and cookies in the comments, thank you all)
