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[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Personal Containment Cell [Yellow ward][/right][hr][hr][indent] His eyes snapped open as the sound of an alarm met his ears. But it was still dark. Feeling a hint of panic, the boy tried to strain his eyes, reaching up and touching his face - before realizing he had a sleepmask over his eyes; he slipped it up onto his forehead. He stared up at the ceiling, blinking as the warbling cacophony interrupted the rushing thoughts of his freshly awoken consciousness. He turned his head to the left as he laid flat on his back upon his bed, seeing now that he was in a stark white room, with very little decorating its interior. Where was he? He tried to recall how he got into this room, to no avail.

He pushed his arm against the bed, propping himself up so he could get a better view of his surroundings. Except, there was something off. He looked at his arm, and his heart jumped. He swatted at his arm with his other, pushing himself back against the corner his bed was situated into, only to see that his other hand was covered in an inky black material as well. He tried to shout as he attempted to smack and claw the blackness away from his body, only to find himself accomplishing nothing - he couldn’t speak. His silent breath was ragged as he held his arms out in front of him, away from his body as he tried to distance himself from this ichor intrusion that he found attached to him body. He found himself noiselessly hyperventilating as he stared at the wisps curling and slowly crawling around the blackness of his arm as his knees pressed against his chest. He looked at the backs of his hands for what seemed like forever, until he heard the wails of the alarm die down.

He moved his finger, slowly. It moved as he willed it. He tried to close his hand. It became a fist. He joined his hands together. The touch was dull, but he could feel it nonetheless.

[color=C1cdcd][i]W-what...is going on..[/i][/color]

The boy moved his hands to the bed and pushed himself off, landing lightly next to it. He looked down, and his feet were also covered in the inky blackness as his arms were. He reached up and pulled at his shirt - underneath it, more shadow. It sent chills up his spine. It didn’t feel uncomfortable - in fact he felt physically well - but it...didn’t seem normal. And he couldn’t remember how this stuff had got all over him.

He paused as the lights flickered. Was there some sort of power outage? Speaking of his clothes - whose were these? Not his, surely. And--

He looked at his hands again - they had squarish, metallic bracelets on them. Why? There was one on his neck too.

His eyes scanned the room, one thing in particular catching his eye. Upon the nearby desk there was a plushie. A stuffed [url=https://www.shopfuego.com/v/vspfiles/photos/201900009856-2.jpg?v-cache=1575942985]dog[/url]. He grabbed it - it was pretty, and made him slightly more comfortable just holding it. He clutched it under his arm.

The boy looked towards the only exit to the room, an open doorway with the door shuttered into the wall. This place was so completely foreign. He tentatively stepped towards the door, feeling his hands quiver as he did. He tried to control his breathing, but it was difficult. He stopped just before reaching the doorway, tentatively putting a hand on the doorframe as his other clutched the dog.

And then he heard a voice. [color=A290F5]”Hello? Is anybody there?”[/color]

It was a young voice. He hesitated, before making himself peek out in the direction of the voice. There was the stark white hall - and there was a boy. A very young boy. Why was here? Where were all the other people?

He slowly, hesitantly, stepped out of the doorway and into the hall facing the boy, the dog plushie clutched tightly under his shadowy arm as his left held onto the doorway. He tried to speak out to him - but yet again to no avail. He couldn’t talk. He took hesitant steps towards the boy as he held his hand up in an awkward wave.
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