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Walter

Walt Grouse

"If you don't Know What Year It Is, You're Probably No Good At Hiding Bodi- I Mean, Making Pizza?"

He couldn't hear anything.

He couldn't remember anything, either, but that was another problem.

But he couldn't hear anything, or see anything, and that was what scared him the most.

He opened his eyes.

Eyes?

Where did that word come from?

He didn't know. The word Walter drifted around in his mind, trying to find any other coherent thought to connect to. It didn't. His thoughts were difficult to come by, drifting off in a dozen different directions, which was odd, considering the vast, empty space of things he had to think about.

Maybe that was what he was thinking about. The lack of thoughts.

He could see.

He hadn't noticed that he could see, lost in his thoughts. He was on a chair, in front of two buzzing camera monitors. He shook his head and tried to prop it up with his hand. It was hard plastic and seemed slightly bigger than it was supposed to be, but he managed to find a comfortable spot to relax in.

What? That's not supposed to happen.

The thought bounced about his head, jarring him from the stupor that his mind was bogging him down into. He shook his head and looked to the door that he knew would be there.

That's... strange. I knew that was there.

I've never been here.

Have I?

The door had a small window in it, through which he could see a woman talking to a man who appeared to have an orange rotary phone for a head. The man with a phone for a head stopped when he saw him and looked back at the woman he was talking to. The woman nodded and said something. The man opened the door.

"Hello? I think you're awake. Are you?" the phone-headed man said.

He nodded and tried to speak. Only static came out. The man laughed. "Sorry about that. I mute the newcomers."

Newcomers?

New... employees? Somewhere?

He vaguely remembered being an employee somewhere. The phone man stepped behind him and opened something up in the back of his head, and switched something. "Can you talk now?"

"Yes."

His voice seemed different. Unfamiliar. Very similar to the phone man. Strange.

"Good! Do you remember your name?" the man asked.

He shook his head.

"You work here. Your name's Scott."

Scott. He didn't remember being named anything along the lines of Scott. But the man had told him so, and he had no reason to doubt him.

So, Scott it was.

"Who are you?" Scott asked, raising a shaky finger up to the phone man's head.

"I'm... Roger." Roger had hesitated before he had told Scott his name. He wasn't sure why.

"Why am I here?" Scott asked, holding up a hand.

"Well, you worked here, so... I guess you have to keep doing your job." Roger said. Scott nodded.

"I... I guess I do."

"Well." Roger cleared his throat. "Welcome to your new job here. My boss told me that since you're awake, you should know what to do. So. Want a tour of the place?"