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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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[ Huuuuh. Too bad George's sunglasses effectively block out his extremely raised eyebrows. ]

That's very hard to believe, with you looking as you do. What planet are you even from?

[ Not that he's totally willing to trust the answer, but hey. ]

I do not see what being a monster has to do with anything.

[He does, but it shouldn't. The next question actually catches him off-guard, though.]

I am...from Earth? [where else would he be from is this a trick question]

You're not.

[ That reply comes fast and with conviction. He'd know if there were giant goat men on earth, excuse you? Stop these obvious lies. ]

[?????]

Where else would I be from? Have humans really begun to travel to other planets?

No? It's you aliens who keep insisting on invading our living space, not the other way around, if you remember.

I do not.

[Okay he feels like he's falling really behind here.]

Has the Earth been invaded by creatures from outer space? I have...seen human tales of such things, but we all took them for fiction.

[ ..... uhm. Yeah, this is really not going how a confrontation with an alien is supposed to go. Time to maybe take a step back and actually re-evaluate this situation. ]

Yes. It happens a lot. Numerous times, really. Though of course many civilians go a lifetime without taking notice because alien activity is strictly monitored and dealt with.

You really should know this. Giant .... goat men... don't live on earth.

Monsters live in the Underground now, beneath Mount Ebott. We have been there for several centuries - I imagine we do not know most of what is happening on the surface.

... aaand where is this Mount Ebott supposed to be?

[ He's not going to question that Asgore calls himself a monster at least, feels adequate somehow. ]

It was in...well, what was our country. To the east of Iouernia. I suppose some humans have taken it now, though I am not sure how it was divided.

[ Ooookay, that means exactly nothing to George. ]

Alright, let's say I believe you that you're from earth. I'm sure you won't mind telling me what happened to seal you underground, right?

[ He has decided that on his own, apparently. ]

I must say, I'm a little surprised that it is not in your histories.

[Seriously, do none of the humans here know about this?]

Many centuries ago, there was a war between humans and monsters. When we lost, the humans trapped us underground, with a magical Barrier to keep us from ever leaving.

I am more than a little surprised. Dealing with the non-human is my job. D.U.C.K. documents any such activities. There is no possibility of us missing out on an event like that.

Either you're lying or you're not from earth.

[ As in... George's earth aka the only earth that matters to him. ]

I am not familiar with a Duck. Perhaps it came about after the war.

[Because obviously he is not lying and he is from Earth.]

[ Hold it! Let us examine that first statement again. ]

You're not familiar with D.U.C.K. the organization or with... ducks as a whole?

The organization. There were ducks living on the Surface, though obviously I have not seen any for a while.

[ He'd have pity for that if Asgore was a human, because life without ducks doesn't seem too great. Monsters presumably deserve that though. ]

Humph. Well, in any case, your lies will be exposed sooner rather than later. Count on that.

[ Aaaaand with that he's turned to walk off. Have a better day spent with nicer people, Asgore. ]

...have a nice day...

[what on earth was that]

Welcome.

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I can't believe you asked me this

I am so so sorry

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