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This is my first try at a creepypasta so please give helpful criticism, some things might be spelled incorrectly sorry. ~Actual Description~ Cheshire's P.O.V. I wake up to see a white ceiling, Sighing I stand from the floor. Just another day waking up in this white room, and another day of them running /Tests/...

Very little made sense, especially the part where he agreed to jump from a space shuttle, with nothing but a parachute, and the clothes on his back like he was skydiving. That's what it felt like, except he was accelerating towards the ground too quickly, and he had no diving instructor. The thought of the parachute not working itched at the back of his mind, and he couldn't help but give the thought his full attention. Now, he feared for his life, and he didn't know his own name.