You followed the stranger down a corridor filled with wails of agony.
How many people were down here?
And how long have they been rendered completely useless?
"Most of them eat themselves or starve themselves. I forget who they are after I'm bored with them."
The green stranger eerily looks back at you, smiling uncomfortably.
That was disturbing.
The gore-filled image of you ripping your flesh with your teeth in that dark room made your blood run cold.
You simply shook the thought of you spilling your own blood away, and continued to listen to the others.
There is a chance that you'd end up like them, you were reminded.
"Don't flatter yourself."
The character in front of you scoffed, conforming your suspicions:
He could read minds.
"Only a few have the honour of staying in those rooms."
Honour?
Where was the honour in that?
He took you to some cement stairs.
Cold to your bare feet.
"Off you go."
He pushes you onto the stairs, but you don't fall, upsetting the stranger.
"Go."
You didn't have the energy to argue with him, nor the power to listen to the other's wails for help.
The stairs seemed to be the most logical way to go, so you climbed up them.
At the top, it was miraculously completely silent.
Until the stranger was back, appearing out of nowhere.
"Did I scare you?"
He chuckles at your reaction.
You wanted to shout at him, but you needed answers more.
Silence seemed the least useless option.
The stranger grinned and pulled you at the wrist.
"Come on, we're wasting time."
The house seemed... familiar.
So did that distant loud voice.
But the figure that claimed to know you, did not seem familiar.
He wasn't trustworthy.
"Shut up."
The stranger hisses and pins you against the wall painfully.
"You will learn to trust me with your life."
There was a dreaded silence as the stranger stared into your eyes, threateningly.
You were released suddenly and you struggled not to tumble down.
For help, you grabbed the stranger's shoulder.
But you didn't mean to.
As quickly as you grabbed him, you let go and brought your hands to your mouth and shook your head.
This was the only way of communication you could do.
"Why did-"
But he was interrupted by a much friendlier voice.
"Anti? What the hell?"
The owner of the nicer voice looked friendlier as well.
He had much brighter green hair, somewhat brighter clothes, and a pale but normal skin colour.
He seemed familiar.
"Who is she?"
The friendlier stranger pointed to you.
"You don't remember her, either? Oh, this is just too fun."
Anti clapped his hands together.
тℏ!ṧ !ṧ ♩ṳṧт т✺✺ ḟṳℵ
You've heard that voice say that sentence before, but when?
A fuzzy memory flashes itself momentarily.
You, the friendlier stranger.
It's peaceful...
It's quiet.
But it isn't right.
You were missing something.
Something important.
The rest of the memory burns out, quite painfully.
"Stop trying to remember."
You hear Anti hiss into your ear.
"What did you do?"
The friendlier stranger asks, it sounded like a warning.
"Anti, what did you do?"
"I've fixed the universe; you're welcome."
Anti bows, grinning like a mad man.
"You? I don't think so."
The stranger shakes his head, averting his attention to you.
"I'm Jack."
"Sean."
You whisper, rubbing your arm.
Anti stops grinning.
"Stop it."
He hisses again, getting angrier.
It wasn't your fault, so you weren't going to apologise.
Not when you had no idea what was going on.
