12:37am

Got this idea from this absolute fucking nerd disneyintrovert 🐡
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You're sitting down in the middle of a white room. You can't recall why or how - all you know is you're sitting on a complete, sterile white floor. You can't even tell if it's a room, the walls seem to go on forever, like that one episode of Spongebob.

You shook your head slightly, don't let your mind wander you think to yourself, still not moving, completely still apart from your eyes that survey whatever they can directly ahead of you.

You hear a noise, it seems faint, very faint, so faint in any circumstance you wouldn't pay attention to it but in this moment you do - your head whips in it's direction but all you see is...white.

You decide you don't want to sit down anymore.

Standing up, you turn around in a few circles, unable to remember the direction you were facing when you were sitting down, it was all too disorientating. All you knew was one thing - you wanted to get out.

Picking a direction you walk, keeping your hands out in front of you in case you bump into something but the more you walk the more relaxed you become, ten minutes in your arms are by your sides, brain assuming there was nothing you might walk into.

You get bored of that direction, turn a ninety degrees and head that way, but no matter which way you turn, how long you walk, it's all the same.

"Hello?" You call out like the buffoon from a horror movie who always dies first, but nothing came. You couldn't even hear an echo yet you knew your voice went far.

"Please I...I don't know where I am" you stammered, somehow tripping even if there wasn't anything to trip over, but you keep upright, arms flailing a bit in the air to do so.

Then a pit of anxiety stirs within you, you begin to pick up your pace, but running seems to make it worse, you can't help check over your shoulder again and again, is there someone behind you? Are those your footsteps or someone else's? Where are you running to? Will you run to safety or...something else?

You can't run anymore, you know you need to steady your breathing, you need to take a break. A second later you're stopping, slowing down until you're completely frozen. Sitting down you press a hand to your chest, your heartbeat thumping so fast you wondered if it was possible, you wondered if you might die.

It seems like you might die anyway if there's no escape.

You hear a noise again. The same noise as earlier. At least you think. Your eyes gaze at the white ground for awhile, focused solely of the noise coming from directly behind you - you don't dare to look just yet, you honestly hope it will go away, maybe looking at it would make it more real.

Then you realise what the noise is - footsteps. But not just any, they're fast, quick, whoever they belong to are running in your direction. 

Run! Your mind screams but instead you turn around and gasp, in the distance a figure approaches at a speed faster than your own yet you still stumble to your feet and begin to sprint in the opposite direction anyway, but you know it was fruitless, they were catching up, you could hear it.

Maybe they were trying to help? But why weren't they calling out to you if that was the case?

You stumble. Trip. Fall. A gasp escapes you as you hit against the ground but the adrenaline gets you up again, turning around to see the figure not even twenty feet away.

You don't run, you just watch as the figure draped in black, with six arms, a piercing yellow eye and a bowler hat comes up to you, you can see hate in their eyes, the burning velocity of murder trapped within, you began to quiver, shaking, trembling, taking a few steps back. You want your flight or fight instincts to kick in but it seems your 'freeze in place' tactic has taking the spot.

Tears well up in your eyes as you imagine what could happen, how they might hurt you, kill you, torture you, you don't even think about the possibility that they could be nice until...!

The last second. His pace slows down considerably and he pauses right in front of you, looking down at you, you looking right up at him.

His eyes soften, you don't even have time to feel relief flood your system before you're wrapped in a tight, warm embrace from all of his arms, his head tucked on your shoulder, holding you close and protectively.

You want to hug back but you're too shocked, still paralysed to the spot, what had happened? You were so sure he was going to kill you...

And then you were in your room, a screen from your device before you.

"Hi, hello, what do you want?" Virgil appeared with sudden urgency. 

"Thank you, Virgil, I love how you just ruined my dramatic introduction, mwah, mwah, so good" Deceit responded sarcastically, staring at him as he did so.

"Well your face ruined my day so we'll call it even" Virgil resorted

"You're old tricks are tired, Deceit!" Roman proclaimed with a smirk

That's right, you were watching a Sanders Sides episode, your memory seemingly hazy for the first few minutes of the video but you don't mind.

You just watch on with a content smile.

And you don't feel so lost anymore.

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Bruh moment right there

1:11am