The locked door Intro Hello, yes, you, welcome. Welcome to this wondrous place. This wondrous place where nobody ever leaves, nobody ever escapes. There's a way out, yes, that door right there. But nobody would ever dream of trying to leave, it's too risky. I have been here a long time, long enough to know. Hmm? No, we don't eat here, what a silly question. We take pills, yes, pills. The pills take away our hunger so we do not need to eat. Hmm? Water? Oh, well, the pills cover that too. They have some sort of “water" type thing in them, yes. No, I will not be staying with you. I am a guard. I am here to see how well you adjust to your new home and how long it takes for you to try to leave. Come now, put on these clothes. No, you will not be getting any others, just this white jumper and socks. Hmm? Of course not, there's nothing in the room besides a few hidden cameras, four white walls, a white floor, and a white ceiling. Of course, there is a door but you won't try leaving, and if you do you will get caught. Ready? Yes, good, In you go then. Welcome to your new home..... - Chapter 1 In which you get “used” to your new living situation. You step into the room quietly, taking in your surroundings. There isn't much to see, nothing actually, to see. It was like the guard said, four white walls, a white floor, and a white ceiling. It was almost as if you were living in your own white box, funny enough, it seemed like one of those places they put insane people. What had happened, and how did you get here? You keep trying to remember but your memory is foggy. The white jumpsuit you were given fits perfectly and you don't understand how they would have known your size. Not to mention the socks. You also notice how bright it is, and look around for lights, only to find nothing. You come to the conclusion that the whole ceiling must be a light, and that's why it's so bright in here. You realize they did not provide you with the so-called “pills” that take away your hunger, and you can feel your stomach grumbling at you. It feels as if your stomach is mad at you, so it's stabbing you from the inside just below your ribs, begging you to please just eat food. Obviously, you can't, but it doesn't stop your stomach from begging you, and inflicting unbearable pain from time to time. To distract yourself, you start walking. “Exploring” the room, it doesn't take long. 20 steps across from each side. A perfect cube, naturally. You aren't quite sure why you're OK with living here, but every time you start to question things a strange wave of reassurance washes over you and your thoughts go quiet. Must be a coincidence, you probably asked to be put in here, but you don't remember. You also don't remember how long you're supposed to stay here, but you are already bored. So you start playing with your hands. A whole hand musical later, you wonder how long it's been. There's no clock but you do notice a faint ticking sound in the distance, then a gong, ringing through your ears. GONG, GONG, GONG, the last thing you hear before it all goes pitch black.
-Chapter 2 In which you get acquainted with the “schedule” You are startled by the sudden change in lighting. You begin grasping around, trying to see if anything changed, or if they perhaps used the darkness to provide a bed while you weren't watching? (After running into a few walls you realize they did not.) The suddenness of the darkness plus the fact that you’ve hit your head quite a few times was all pretty overwhelming. You find another wall, and you slide down it, curling up into a little ball on the floor, and you cry yourself to sleep….. When you awake, something seems slightly off, the room seems smaller somehow. And, there is a pill in the middle of the floor, no water was provided to choke it down. Your stomach still wants you to eat, and you are growing tired of being pestered. So you force yourself to swallow the pill, and wait for its effects to come into place. Your eyes are a bit puffy from all of the crying last night, and you start to worry about people noticing. Until you realize that you are alone… none of that, you tell yourself. Then you stand up and count your footsteps across the room once more. It only took you 15 steps. You could’ve SWORN it was 20 the last time you checked. Laughing hysterically, you check again. Counting carefully and exactly the same way you had done the day… was…. it, a whole day ago? You had no way of telling time any longer... so you tell yourself it was the day before, because that is what it felt like. But no, again, you measured 15. Not 20, 15. You check over and over again, feeling as if you have gone insane. There’s no way the room got smaller, right? But it did, you tell yourself, it did, you swear it did. A few minutes later, after a lot of not-so-convincing laughter and deep breaths, you tell yourself to calm down and that you probably just remembered it wrong, while a little voice in the back of your head tells you that you definitely did not. You end up spending the rest of the light-part of whatever this is retracing your steps and trying to prove to yourself that you are not going insane. (cont. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1242516509/ ) the disc thing kept telling me it was too long ;-;
