Autophobia

Chapter 1

*Ayyyyyy. First chapter re-written! Again. Credit to the artists! (None of the art is mine unless I state so) *

●○Pov: Karl Jacobs○●

My guide led me down one of the many hallways in this building. It is almost blinding to see the white building with its lights. One of my bags, a satchel that hung from my shoulder, was the only one I could carry.

The guard kept quiet as we walked down the halls. Every attempt I made at a conversation was turned down immediately.

I prevented from getting bored by reviewing the interviews from earlier, in my head. Subconiously, I followed the guard. I didn't pay any mind to remember the path way that we took. It's not like I'd remember anyway.

We walked for about 5 more minutes before stopping at a door of some sort. They knocked on it.

Not a moment later, a man answered the door.

"Hello?" A shorter man wearing googles spoke. He looked up at the gaurd and then to me.

"I'm assuming this is the new guy?"

"Yes. Bosses orders." The gaurd responed. "Thank you, Punz." Punz? These two were friends?

"Try not to run this one off." Punz walked away. "Mhm." He looked up at me, sounding annoyed. Before he could say anything, another man was wearing a bandana. "Who's this?" His voice was somewhat raspy. He probably just woke up.

"Our new partner." The shorter man didn't seem very thrilled. The taller man lightly smacked the others head before speaking again.

"Stop being an a*shole. We don't even know him yet."

He groaned before walking deeper into the, I'm assuming, is a dorm. What a chreeful bunch.

"Sorry about him. He's always pissy. What's your name, newbie?" I stood a bit taller. "i'm Karl Jacobs. Nice to meet you."

"We just need last names. We don't use first names here. I'm Sapnap. It's a nickname, but everyone uses it more than anything. But just in case, I'm also known as Dr. Armstrong. Mr. Pissy in there is Dr. Davidson. I call him by his first. Just to piss him off. Come on in."

He turned around, walking into the dorm, inviting me in. I followed. "I tried my best to make your room not look like a psychic ward. The last resident... wasn't well in the head."

He opened a door. It wasn't too plain, but damn sure wasn't fashionable. "Today's been easy. It's pretty empty right now. I'm just catching up on some paperwork. I'll be in my room, which is quite literally across from here."

I nodded, "Just relax and catch up mentally." He turned around and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I looked around the room, scratching marks engraved on the walls. What the fuck happened here...

There was a twin bed shoved in the corner with a nightstand against it. On the side side was a closet and dresser. My bags sat on the bed.

I slowly started to unpack.

Maybe it won't be so bad here.

Word Count: 512

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