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The Scan

The seat is hard, nothing compared to the horrid subway benches, but it still isn't comfortable either. Dr. Vancov straps down both his arms and legs so, if it hurts, Jonah won't flail around like a maniac wearing a flaming tutu. The metallic visor comes down, an odd device that looks like two spatulas glued together. Two blinding red lights pierce right through his eyes, making him want to squint his eyes as shut as shut can be. "Sorry about the light, it is just scanning the brain, it should be over s-" the doctor cuts short. "This is bad, this is bad! We have to shut it down, where is the sw-" Then, everything goes as dark as the black of midnight. "Hello?! Dr. Vancov? Anybody?" Jonah screams. "Please! This isn't funny! Hello?!" His body is stiff and aches terribly, but his arm and leg straps are oddly missing, and he is able to lift the visor from his face. Only now does he realize how terrible of a mistake that was. The room around him is made of dark, corroded metal. Everything smells of mildew and mold and the sounds of salty waves slamming together can be heard above him. "Hello? Helllloooooo?!" Jonah shouts. "Where am I....what is this place?!" The lights glow dimly, some even being exploded into shards of glass lining the floors. Jonah stands from the hard metal seat and carefully avoids the broken glass. The door blocking his way out is shut, locked from a mechanism Jonah decides not to look into. The window to his right is in bad condition, a mere hole with glass jutting out of place dangerously. While it is incredibly dangerous, the window leads out into a hall that wraps around like a bow. He carefully shimmies through the broken window, being cautious to not touch a piece of the shredded glass.

Once Jonah reaches the hall, he realizes this is definitely NOT a prank. The flooring is like a grate, with thick, rusty piping underneath. The hall stretches and curls around him, looking like a massive steel ribbon. "This definitely is not a dream either," Jonah says. "It's too...real." The only doors that can be seen are to his right, so Jonah decides it is in his best interest to investigate them. The first door is rusted shut, an impenetrable wall of steel and iron. The second is not locked, but a course growling is heard when he tries to open the massive iron door, so Jonah leaves it to rest. The third door is open and leads to a long, stretching hall. Weird robotic tendrils coat the walls, forming a moss like cover over the mildewed steel. Black goo oozes from the tentacles, causing thick, gooey puddles to gather where the drops catch the solid floor. The noise from the second door grows louder and Jonah begins his trek down the long, dark tunnel. In this moment, he realizes how finely built the structure is, every detail taken into account. This building was meant to last the pressure of water around him, which threatens to turn this tin can into recycled aluminum at any given moment. "Welp, I am officially confused on where this place could possibly be," Jonah exclaims. "Best to just keep on walking...."