A sharp gasp came with such an abrupt awakening, eyes flickering open only to be met with nothing but darkness. The now non-hooded program swiftly sat up from his spot of rest, breathing heavy for a few short moments before whatever tension in his muscles was lost. He blinked once, twice for good measure, a hand gently planted on the side of his head as the feeling of numbness dulled. That’s... strange. Something’s wrong here.
Well, of course, it’s too dark to see anything no matter how hard he tried, along with the fact it’s completely and utterly silent, wherever he is. His thoughts just aren’t adding up to what could be happening, which -- if he last recalls correctly -- he shouldn’t be thinking at all. Vanitas... Yes, that shady guy had him pinned to the ground and... all he remembers is a sharp, almost overwhelming pain in his neck...
Data-Roxas brought a hand up to his throat, swallowing thickly at the last memory floating in his thought process. Shouldn’t he be gone? Deleted, dead? Well, maybe he is, but this... isn’t what he was expecting, though it just... doesn’t feel that way.
The Nobody stood, warily glancing around the area, looking for any light whatsoever that could tell him where he is. The attempt was vain, though, as he could see nothing whatsoever. He frowned and slowly began walking in the direction he was facing, hand held out in front of him, hoping to touch something, preferably a wall. He did eventually come upon one, and started feeling his way along it, making his way through the dark room, wherever he is...
“Hey, anyone out there?” He called out, pushing aside his preference to be alone for his own personal safety just for the moment. If someone could be some sort of guide, that would be great, really.