Slight language warning~
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My eyes fluttered open, my head throbbing from what I assumed was either a headache or a head injury;  I couldn't quite tell. I took a deep breath, taking in the scent of what seemed to be cinnamon.

After a moment of just staring at the ceiling of the room I was in ,and getting my bearings; I began to slowly prop myself up on my elbow. Pain shot through my arm in protest as I sat up. I winced slightly but still sat upright, taking in my surroundings.

I was in what appeared to be a small office, the walls were painted a creamy white, a bookshelf stood proudly to one side. The brown curtains covered the window, blocking the natural light. Behind me was a dark wooden desk, intricate details engraved into the sides. Papers and folders littered the desk, all sorts of numbers and words scattered over the pages.

I let out a sigh and attempted to stand, holding onto the edge of the couch I had woken up on. After a bit of struggling and some failed attempts, I had successfully stood up. I took a wobbly step forward, my head still aching.

Stumbling towards the door of the office, I clung onto the handle, regaining some of my balance. I swung open the door and trudged out of the office, holding onto anything and everything that looked sturdy enough to hold my weight.

"You've woken up," a voice croaked from behind me. I turned around and my eyes locked with a pair of chocolate brown ones. A man stood behind me, a look of wonder painted onto his face.

He seemed to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties. His gray hair stuck out to one side, defying the laws of gravity itself. The man wore a white lab coat, underneath, he wore a red collared shirt which was neatly tucked into tan dress pants. A brown belt sat around his waist, and dark brown shoes completed his appearance.

He soon smiled and walked over to me, "My name is Oak," he introduced. "Well, Professor Oak actually," he added.

"Uh, hi?" I coughed out, my voice raspy from the lack of water.

"You've all been out for at least two days, I was beginning to get worried," the Professor informed, taking my arm and walking me over to what appeared to be a kitchen.

"The others had woken up almost an hour or two before you, but none of them agreed to leave their rooms," the Professor continued while picking up a glass and filling it with water.

"The others," I questioned, taking the water from him, shooting him a thankful look. He nodded at me and pointed to a staircase.

"Your friends, the ones I found you with in the forest," the gray haired professor clarified.

"Where are they," I asked, finishing the rest of the water in one swift gulp.

"Up the stairs to the right, the first five rooms," he said, pointing in the direction of the stairs. As soon as I spotted the stairs, I set off in a sprint, ignoring the painful protests throughout my body. I shot up the stairs effortlessly and made my way to the first door on the right. I excitedly knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for it to open.

A shuffle of feet sounded from behind the door, and it ever so slowly opened. I smiled, expecting to see one of my five friends. Instead, a girl with unnatural light blue hair and soft yellow eyes stood in front of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you would be someone else," I apologized, backing away from the door. The girl shot me an odd look before promptly turning around and slamming the door in my face.

"Rude much," I muttered under my breath. I trudged to the next door, frowning at the failed attempt. Again, I knocked on the door and stood patiently. After a moment, the door swung open.

This time, a boy with dark blue hair and hazel eyes stood in front of me. "Uh, hey," he muttered, brushing his dark blue hair out of his eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was trying to find my friends," I apologized. He gave me a smile and stepped aside, motioning for me to come inside. I returned the smile and walked into the room. The walls were the same creamy white color, there was a single gray bed in the corner of the room and a wooden side table next to it.

"I was looking for my friends too," the blue haired boy revealed, walking past me and sitting down on the bed. "If you don't mind me asking,what's your name," he asked, nervously messing with the sleeves of his black jacket.

"Soul," I answered, ignoring the weird stare I received from him. "I know it's a weird name, but-," I started.

"You live with it because it's the only thing you have left to remind you of your real parents," the hazel eyed boy finished.

"How the hell do you know that?," I wondered aloud. He's so a stalker, great. I just walked into a room with my stalker, great going Soul, I thought to myself.

"I know because you told me, remember? It's me, Allen," the boy said, still staring at me.

"You're not Allen, you're lying,"I denied, taking a step back towards the open door.

"No, really, it's me," the blue haired boy stammered.

"Allen has brown hair and brown eyes, you have neither," I described.

"Are you color blind Soul," he snorted. "I should be the one who says you look different," he added. I shot him a confused look and rolled my eyes.

"Stop messing with me," I demanded.  He gave me an odd look and stood up from the bed.

"I'm serious Soul, you look different."

"No, you look different."

"Have you looked in a mirror recently."

"Not really, but have you."

"Look, let's just find a mirror and settle this."

"Fine, Allen imposter."

"I'm not an Allen imposter, you're a Soul imposter."

"That didn't even make sense."

"Yeah, well you don't either."

"Shut up," I snapped, walking out of the room.

The hazel eyed boy caught up and walked with me down to the kitchen, where the professor was drinking what smelled like tea. "We need a mirror," I blurted.

"Well the bathroom is just past the office you left earlier," the gray haired man informed, not even looking up at me.

"Thanks," I muttered, taking off in the direction of the office. Both the blue haired boy and I walked to the bathroom, not a single word exchanged between the two of us. "You first, Allen imposter," I challenged.

"No way, this was my idea,you go first," he countered. We continued to argue about who would go first, completely oblivious to how loud we were getting.

"What's going on," a voice piped in. I turned around and noticed the four people who were standing behind me. Three girls and one guy, almost all of them with unnatural hair and eye colors.

One of the girls was the one who had slammed the door in my face earlier, it was only now that I could completely see how pretty her hair and eyes were. "She's being mean," the blue haired boy I had been arguing with accused.

"He's pretending to be someone he's not," I immediately retorted.

"How about we all calm down, my name is Amy by the way," another girl informed, her light green eyes sparkling. Silence set over the six of us, an uncomfortable look appearing on the auburn haired girl's face.

"Well my full name is Amethyst, but I go by Amy," she added quietly.

"You're kidding me," I gasped. "My name is Soul, well it's technically Soulstice, but I go by Soul," I admitted.

"You don't look like Soul," Amy remarked.

"That's what I said," Allen agreed, rolling his eyes at me.

I walked into the bathroom without another word, flipping the lightswitch on the way in. I looked into the mirror and let out a shocked scream. A girl with beautiful silver hair and inhuman purple eyes stared back at me. "No fucking way," I whispered in disbelief. Amy walked in next, letting out a startled gasp. One by one, all six of us were cramped into the small bathroom, staring at our reflections in disbelief.

"Remind me again, who's who?," I asked, wriggling my way out of the bathroom and messing with my now silver hair.

"Well, like I was trying to tell you, I'm Allen," Allen mumbled. I took another look at him, instead of his usual dark brown hair and brown eyes, he now had unnatural dark blue hair and hazel eyes.

"I'm Cora," the girl who had previously slammed the door in my face spoke up. In place of her blonde hair, she had beautiful sky blue hair. To go with it, she now had yellow eyes instead of blue ones.

"Next," I joked, earning a smile from Allen and a slight laugh from Cora.

"Well, I'm Amy, like I said earlier," Amy reintroduced. Amy now had stunning light green eyes and auburn hair instead of her normal black hair and brown eyes.

"I'm obviously Luke," Luke chuckled, giving the mirror one last look before stepping out of the bathroom. His once black hair was now light brown, and his usual brown eyes were a breathtaking sea green.

"Which leaves me," Rose reminded, dramatically dancing and twirling out of the bathroom. Instead of dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, Rose now had burgundy hair and unearthly golden eyes.

"Okay why do you get to be pretty before and after our caterpillar transformations," Cora groaned. The six of us burst out into laughter, bringing the professor over to where we were standing.

"I'm glad to see the six of you are doing well," the professor commented. I gave him a smile before turning to my newly changed friends.

"Can I speak to you all in private for a moment," I asked, taking Cora's hand in mine and dragging her along with me. The rest of my friends followed behind quietly. I led them to the office and shut the door behind Luke, who was the last one in the room.

"I don't mean to sound like a Debbie Downer or anything, but where the actual fuck are we," Rose questioned.

"That's a good question, does everyone remember what happened before we woke up here," Amy asked, twirling her auburn hair between her fingers. We all nodded in agreement, various looks of fear washing over their faces.

"Those weird shadow things really creeped me out," I muttered.

"That doesn't explain where we are, or how we even got here," Luke revealed, his green eyes scanning over the five of us.

"It also doesn't answer why we look different, it's not like we're caterpillars," Allen considered, bringing up Cora's previous joke.

"It really doesn't explain what happened with Soul when they necklace was taken either," Rose pointed out. Silence set over the six of us, as if everyone were waiting for answers to magically appear out of thin air.

"Let's try to get some answers from the professor, he did find and help us, he could've just left us where he found us,"  Amy suggested, walking towards the office door.

"She's right," Rose concluded, following Amy out of the office. I sighed in agitation but quietly followed behind, closing the office door on the way out.

"Professor Oak," Allen called out.

"What can I do for you kids," the professor asked, walking over to us from his place near the living room.

"We were just wondering if you could tell us what exactly happened when you found us," Luke questioned.

"Of course, take a seat," the professor offered, motioning over to the couches. The six of us awkwardly sat on one couch, shoulder to shoulder. The professor sat opposite us, busily writing something onto a paper which he later stashed away into his folder.

"My assistant and I were out collecting research together in the forest when an odd blue light flashed in the sky and then just immediately disappeared. After a few minutes we heard a thump nearby and we mutually agreed to go explore and discover what it was.

That's when we found you six lying unconscious on the forest floor, none of you were injured but the both of us decided we couldn't just leave you all where you were. So we brought you back from the forest, and I sent my assistant back to get your bags," Professor Oak explained.

"Bags," I questioned, sharing confused glances with my friends. Professor Oak stood quietly and walked away, disappearing behind the corner. Silence filled the air in anticipation as the professor walked back into the room with six bags, all different colors.

He set the bags down onto the coffee table in front of us, before walking towards his office. "I have some work I need to complete at once, if you need anything, my assistant is upstairs just past the rooms you were staying in," the professor announced before walking into the office and shutting the door behind him.

The six of us sat in silence before Amy stood up and reached for the bags. She picked up one of the bags and flipped it around, revealing the embroidered letter R on the front.

She glanced at the bags again before her eyes skimmed over the five of us. "They're color coordinated," Amy finally spoke.

"Color coordinated with what," Luke asked, adjusting to get more comfortable on the couch.

"Our eye colors," Amy concluded. I looked over the six bags in front of us, trying to figure which bag belonged to who. The bags were in fact identical to our eye colors, purple for me, gold for Rose, green for Luke, and so on. The front of the bag was embroidered with the first letter of our first names.

"Where did these even come from, and how are they color coordinated with our eyes if we literally just figured out that the color changed," Cora asked. The rest of us sat silently, attempting to figure out what these bags meant, or what they held.

"Shouldn't we just open it," Allen suggested, grabbing his brown bag from the table.

"Don't be an idiot, for all we know, someone could be trying to kill us and there's a nice big bomb just waiting for you in that," Luke countered.

Allen dropped the bag and stepped away "you really think so," he whispered in disbelief.

"Well if there was, we should feel lucky it didn't just go off," Amy said, rolling her eyes at Allen.

"Oops?," Allen croaked out.

"Could one of you go outside and get my mail," the professor yelled from inside the office.

"Sure thing," Rose answered, standing up from the couch. We all looked at her, each of us giving her some sort of disapproving look. "The man saved our lives, the least we can do is fetch his mail. He's named after a tree, how much harm can he do?," Rose reasoned while walking towards the door.

"What if he's lying to us and he kidnapped us, we don't even know where we are or how we got here. Are we just supposed to trust the strange old man who claims to have found us in the forest," I asked.

"If he'd kidnapped us, he would've locked the door. Yet he asked us to go out and get his mail, meaning the door is most likely unlocked," Amy pointed out, beginning to pace.

"Stop pacing, you're making me nervous," I mumbled.

"You guys are seriously overthinking this, he's a harmless old man who helped us. Whether you like it or not, I'm getting his mail," Rose announced before opening the door and stepping outside, shutting the door behind her.

"If we were in a horror movie, either Allen or Rose would be the first to die," Luke snorted, leaning back on the couch. Amy and I laughed at Luke's remark as Allen sulked in the corner.

"He's not exactly wrong," I laughed. Our teasing was cut short as an ear shattering scream cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.

"That was Rose," Amy realized, sprinting out the door. The rest of us followed behind, catching up with Amy and Rose outside the professor's house.

"What is it," Luke questioned, panting from the sprint. I walked past Luke and Allen, attempting to figure out what was going on.

I looked down, following Rose's gaze. "No way," I muttered. Luke pushed past Amy and Rose, and immediately froze in place.

"Guys, what's going on," Allen asked from behind us. No one answered, just stared at what was in front of us. Allen walked up to me and let out a surprised gasp. The six of us stood side by side, looking around in shock.

"What in the world," I whispered.

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Author's Note

This chapter was more of a filler/transitional chapter. Sorry for the slight wait, school is stressful.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. That's all for now, Tchau~ <3