You wake, but your memories are fuzzy…
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember seeing a tear — a real, honest rip in the air itself. The image is fuzzy, but a feeling in your gut tells you that it was real. And through the tear came a hand. Flesh and blood, fingers, grabbed you before you could even think to run. The sensations that followed were overwhelming; pressing, pulling, ripping, splitting, atom-separating. It was painful and frighting, and then
When you wake, you feel fine. Your head feels a might compressed and your back aches from the metal floor under you, but you’re surprisingly unharmed. You stretch and attempt to stand, only to kick someone in the head.
They groan and you scramble to your feet, heart hammering in your chest. It suddenly hits you; you’re not where you once were, nor are you alone. You are surrounded by others, conscious and unconscious, and you don’t know why.
The room — if it can be called that — is nothing but metal. Long strips of light soak you in artificial but strangely sun-like light. Part of you wants to be comforted by it, but your surroundings are too unsettling. You have too many questions and no one to interrogate, until an ear-splitting crackle fills the air.
“Wake up, you ingrates! Bunch’a lazy ass——!! A single man drags you from one dimension to another, and you don’t even have the decency to wake up on time. Rude.”
The voice isn’t familiar, but there’s a cruel sense of humor behind it that makes you want to punch him in the face.
What he says next only makes the feeling grow; “Ah, come on, don’t give me that look. You guys are going to be here for a while, so you might as well turn those frowns upside down. Welcome to Vault #32, subjects! Hope you’re ready for a little experimentation!”
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