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The last thing you remember hearing is static.

There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying.

You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time.

Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in.

It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to.

The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up.

That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out.

Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers.

Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place.

Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being.

Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this.

Welcome to Beacon General Hospital.

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[l i s t e n maybe he just really likes camo pants??? is that such a crime????]

Did you read that list of rules that's posted in the foyer?

[He'll just watch her go; he's pretty sure she's not dangerous at all but it's best to stay on your toes. He nearly got bitten by the last guy he tried to help, so uh.]

[...She stops, then turns to look at him.]

Rules?

[She's an idiot.]

[...

Is she really this stupid or is she faking it...?????]

Yeah. You're going to want to look them over.

Sure, sure! Are they by all of those pictures of us?

[Can she live in here? She wants to live in here.]

Yeah, they are.

[. . .]

Did you read through the information listed there?

Some of it. You're the guy that likes knives, right?

[Whatever it is is apparently more important than this wonderful kitchen, huh. She sheepishly closes the cabinets and starts heading out towards the foyer.]

[So she did read at least some of it, huh?]

One of the few things they actually got right on mine.

[He'll follow, mostly because he's curious to see what her information says. He didn't get a good look at everyone else's profiles.]

Do you have a big knife collection?

[This is exactly what she should be asking the big buff guy.]

[If he sees anything weird about that question, it doesn't show. Probably because he likes the topic of knives so sure, why not.]

I do, but I didn't have any of them on me when I woke up here.

[Which is beyond frustrating. How is he supposed to defend himself without his unique, awesome knives??]

Can you do knife tricks?

[She gestures with her hands; she's... Probably talking about butterfly knives. Probably.]

Of course I can.

[LIKE THIS IS THE MOST OBVIOUS THING IN THE WORLD...]

You should show them off sometime!

[Maybe after they find a way out of here. Or his knives? Or both.]

I'm not the sort of person to show off.

[But he's kind of smirking, maybe? Is that a smirk, it's sort of hard to tell.]

You should try it sometime! It makes a great first impression.

[But hey, they're at the rules! Now what was so important about these?]

"All Patients will..." Hey, what's this about patients? I feel fine.

[...She's looking Krauser over carefully now. No, he looks fine too...]

Keep reading. "Patients" seems to be what they're calling us.

[For whatever reason. Probably because this is a fucked up hospital...?]

[Rules 1-4 are fine, 5 is strange, but 6 and 7...]

Whoa. Transmitter-san really has the creepy vibe down to a science.

[...In fairness, she did look kind of concerned reading a few of the rules, but- there's no way someone would kill people just to get out of here, so it's obviously just there for the atmosphere, right?]

[While you're checking out the rules he'll be going over the profiles again.]

...That's one way of putting it. What do you make of all of that?

This building's been designed to keep us in, even if it's a wreck. That glass in the front's got no cracks, and the kitchen's new and clean. It's like it's designed to freak us out.

[Not entirely unlike that one test they had on the way into the school, but much more serious.]

Rule 4: patients are encouraged to investigate and utilize the facility to their liking. That means there should be some kinda way out we can find, right? Otherwise it would just be a murder exercise, not a trust-building one.

[She's mostly calm, but her expression tells her discomfort when she brings up murder. She's in over her head.]

[It's good to hear she's been paying attention, for a moment he thought he might have to be concerned about a civilian and that's always more effort than it's worth!!]

That's an optimistic way of looking at it, but it's good to consider all possible angles. If this really is some kind of trust-building exercise, there must be a reason why we were selected for it.

[Admittedly he has no idea why that is, since they all don't have anything in common on their profiles.]

Maybe they only picked attractive people?

[...She pauses at Wheatley's profile.]

Except for the robot, who has a great personality.

I don't know if I'd call the goat "attractive".

[OKAY LOOK HE'S JUST REALLY STUCK ON THE GOAT, GIVE HIM A LITTLE BIT AND MAYBE HE'LL SETTLE DOWN]

I don't know, he's a pretty handsome goat. And maybe he's cute under that fursuit!

[...Yeah.]

[...]

Well, maybe. I guess that's a possibility.

[i can't believe this thread]

Makes more sense than a big goat person, right?

[I am so fucking sorry I swear to god]

Absolutely. I can't believe anyone would wear something like that.

[ASGORE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS]

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