We're All a Little Crazy

SPIRIT P1

He placed his finger on his neck and sighed, a constant reminder of what he was. There was no pulse. There was never any pulse. Exhausted, Sam fell asleep.

Sam felt grass against his skin, a cool breeze ruffling his hair. He opened his eyes, quickly shutting them again at the glaring light around him.

So, you're finally awake.

Sam spun around, trying to find the source of the voice, but the light blinded him. He hissed, squinting. "Wh-who are you? What do you want?"

I've brought you here for a very special reason. I believe you are acquainted with this male?

An image of Mark flashed in front of him. Sam reached out but it faded away

SPIRIT is a multistage mental capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The multistage SPIRIT test will begin in 30 seconds. Please remain still. The difficulty starts low but gets harder each stage. A single stage should be completed before continuing. Remember to answer honestly and answer as quickly as possible. If you fail to complete a stage, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark. Get ready!... Start.

"Wait-!"

A swirling multicolored vortex appeared in front of Sam. Black tentacles reached out and grabbed at him. Sam tried to free himself, but he found he couldn't move. They dragged him in.

Sam woke. He was restrained to a chair by the black feeler, and wires stretched across the room from him to a small, box-like machine.

A man stood in front of him, fiddling with the box. He- Sam realized that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't describe him. There was something odd about his features-

"Here's how this is going to work." The man suddenly spoke. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Please be sure to answer honestly. If you don't, well..." He trailed off.

Sam was not looking forward to this. He wiggled in the seat, and the arms squeezed him tightly, leaving him gasping for breath.

"One, What is your name."

Sam glared at his captor. "None of your business." Instantly he felt pain flood through him, a burning sensation blanketing him. Then it was over, and he swayed.

"I'll ask once more. What is your name."

"Sam" He felt pain flood through him once more, and he grit his teeth to hold back a yelp.

"Your given name!"

"Ant-AntiSepticeye" Sam gasped, eyes wide.

"Question Two," The man seemed unfazed by Sam's pain. "What is the true name of 'JackSepticeye'?"

"S-Sean. Sean McLoughlin." Sam braced himself for another wave of agony.

"Question Three." He sighed in relief. Maybe he was getting the hang of this.

...

"Two good friends of yours are in danger. You may save one and only one. Who do you save, and who do you leave to die. Whichever one you leave knows you left them. Mark and Jack."

Sam's eyes flew open. "I- uh" His body tingled as another wave of pain washed over him.