I had a dream in which I was in a room and I was in a bed, when I sat up, the lights came on and Danny was sitting in a chair in front of the bed giving me this look, stayed that way for awhile then he spoke:
"Hey, you're finally awake, Say, you were trying to cross over the river right? Oh I saw what happened, they brought you here to I suppose, what's the word.. fix you I guess. However, you look completely normal to me, you're still breathing right? Still conscious?
Still have a skull in your head?
*Me nodding, but confused*
Danny: good good, now uh I guess I should start our session then.
Me: session? What session?
Danny: I'm just gonna ask you a series of questions and I want you to give me your honest answers. And remember don't lie, I'll be able to see right thru you if I even suspect you're making up an answer.
Now, Are you well aware of your surroundings?
Me: um, I see I'm in a room, in a bed. Is this a hospital? I'm honestly terrified of hospitals
Danny: Oh no, no my dear, this is not a hospital, this is Albion Sanctuary, weird title I know but I'm sure you'll get used to it. Most experiments last for only 3 days. But you seem to be doing fine. It's perfectly normal to feel off when you wake up from the dream plane.
Next question: Are you aware of the things that are happening right now?
Me: wait... Wait a minute, did you just say I was an experiment? Like created by someone?
Danny: my apologies, you were originally supposed to be a normal experiment, nothing too fancy, but there were complications the Albion team couldn't do much with you because you have 2 hearts. And there wasn't any way we could work around that
Do you know your name at least?
Me: right now, I'm just confused, one minute I'm completely fine, reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, and the next thing I know I wake up in a cold room, in this bed. With a very handsome yet odd man sitting in a chair dressed like he's going to a business meeting, asking me questions and writing my answers down in a notepad.
What the heck is Albion Sanctuary?
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The Book of Oingy Bangy
Randomanother blog book but it's random shit about Danny Elfman and Oingo Boingo (some of this book will include a lot of smutty thoughts so, if you ain't into that, then don't read this... you've been warned)
