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You last remember feeling safe.

You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.

Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.

It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.

"Everything'll be fine."

There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.

"...you ready?"

You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?

But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.

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You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.

Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.

The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.

If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.

Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.

Sorry about that.

There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.

Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.

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[Cherryblod had really just come into the dining hall to sit down with a nice cup of tea he'd made for himself - thank goodness there's tea here - but upon being greeted so... enthusiastically, he smiles in return.]

I can't say I have anything more urgent to do with my time at the moment. Why not?

[He will, however, be having that tea, thank you.]

Marvelous! Consider it appreciated, darling, and I'm sure we'll all thank you for it later!

[...Mettaton, are you even fucking real.

That said, though, he doesn't seem troubled at all by Cherryblod's...everything; it's literally no stranger than anything else underground, and honestly seeing another monster almost first thing is sort of nice in its own way.]

First things first - what's the last thing you remember doing before you woke up here? Anything at all, you never know what might be important.

Nothing exciting, I'm afraid - I went to bed at home. My wife was right next to me, but as far as I can tell she isn't here.

[He's not at all certain how he managed to get here without Doloz anywhere in the vicinity... and Doloz is a hard lobster to miss.]

And where's "home", sweetheart? I don't think we've met before this.

No, I suppose we haven't. I don't think you'd like the Sea Kingdom much. Too much water.

[It's probably bad for people obviously made of metal.]

[...the what now.]

...I'm sorry, where?

[i mean he'd been getting the impression that we are in fact no longer in kansas, toto, but where the hell is that]

[Someone else hasn't been informed of this yet.]

Sea Kingdom? It's not very large as kingdoms go, but I thought it was decently known... Maybe you've heard of the Tosatsu Kingdom? They're our neighbors.

Not at all...

[Huh.]

All aboveground, I'm assuming? Or, well, underwater - open ocean?

Open ocean. It's a bit of a shock to wake up breathing air when you're expecting water.

[Nothing serious, though - the body has ways of dealing with these things so you don't suffocate and die.]

[Kind of like Undyne, really...]

...How long have you been out of the Underground?

[And that's...potentially a strange question, and somewhere in there he knows it's potentially a strange question, but here we are anyway.]

...I don't think I've ever been to the underground.

[Now they're both confused.]

[He leans back a little at that. Checks the profiles really quickly. Returns his attention to Cherryblod because what- ]

With all due respect, darling, you're ancient - much longer-lived than most monsters for sure. You can't tell me you've never even heard of it.

No offense taken.

[He's not even six hundred yet, though... No, there's more important things to focus on.]

Considering that I have no idea where we are now - we might just be from different parts of the world. [Pause.] Or different worlds, though there are fewer people who can manage that and less who'd want to.

[Would Chlomaki do this as a prank? Probably not. And Lobco would never forgive her for pranking her father like this.]

Ha - you mean you know people that can? Our most advanced scientists haven't even mastered time yet, I can't even imagine different worlds being a thing.

[...I mean there's whatever...supposedly...happened to the last Royal Scientist before Alphys but at the same time that didn't go too well now did it.]

I think the witch my daughter works for can manage it? Chlomaki's very talented. But I doubt she'd do this. And my daughter would probably have some things to say about it if she did.

[Do not kidnap your familiar's parent.]

If she was capturing someone related to her employees without a good reason, I'd say so.

[...But doing it with good reason is totally fine.]

So what do you make of all this, anyway? The rules and everything.

[Totally okay if it's for a good reason, of course.]

Hm, well... There are a few worrying rules... But for all I know, they won't come into play.

[Of course, he would like to think nobody here is desperate enough to hurt somebody.]

[.........................]

Why have them as rules if no one is intended to follow them?

[WOW.]

There are plenty of rules that aren't usually necessary. 'Don't bring deadly weapons into a restaurant'. Hardly anyone would do that even if it wasn't specified. They're there for insurance, I suppose.

[...yeah he's being optimistic and he knows it.]

...Well, usually rules like that exist because there's some sort of story behind it, don't they?

True. Someone could have tried something before - but that would imply we aren't the first group to be stuck here...

Probably a previous season. This whole thing is playing out like some sort of bad reality TV show.

They're probably just trying to intimidate us or something, see what sort of reactions they get. This whole setup seems like it's done by amateurs.

Reality TV, hm? That's an option I hadn't considered. Don't you usually have to sign something first?

[This doesn't seem legal. At all.]

...Do you?

[THIS IS NEWS.]

Sure you do. Waivers for being on TV - agreeing not to sue if you get hurt during the show, and things like that.

[Things that Mettaton has probably never made anyone sign.]

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