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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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No.

[No, it really was not!]

But it is easier now. Most monsters these days were born in the Underground. My own son has never seen the Surface...he wishes to, of course. I wish for him to. But he does not fully know what has been lost.

...Well. The word of a stranger-- even if it is from a fellow monster of sorts, probably isn't much, but I do hope your people are able to escape that fate.

I take it you're the leader, or one of them?

Thank you. That is very kind.

I am, yes. My wife Tori - Toriel - and I rule together. She is a boss monster like myself, but otherwise, monsterkind is very diverse. I could easily have taken you for one.

Boss monster? Is that a special designation?

[welllllllllll]

...yes, but it is not related to our being the rulers. Our souls and magic just work a little differently, compared to most monsters.

I see.

Sounds interesting, to be honest. Just the idea of magic having different applications-- I'm not familiar with magic, it doesn't really exist where I'm from, but it does sound interesting, coming from a place where I haven't heard of such a thing.

Really? It is interesting to me to hear of a place without magic. Granted, I cannot seem to use my magic actively right now...

[He flexes the fingers of one hand again, half-reflexively, just to make sure. Still no.]

But monsterkind really could not exist without some level of magic.

I guess that would be a little alarming.

There's something... weird about this place; it's made me feel not quite right, either.

Oh? Do you have some magical abilities as well?

I wouldn't call it magic, exactly, because I think it probably works differently than what you're used to, but yeah. I have abilities, and they don't seem to be working here.

It must be something about this place...or perhaps how we were brought here. I know of nothing that could seal a monster's magic away, but I do not recognize any of this.

I don't recognize any of it, either-- whatever this is supposed to be, it's not clear, but the people behind this have got to be powerful.

It would take many human mages to have broken the barrier, but I cannot imagine why a group of them would choose to do something like this.

I agree. There's something... weird about this whole thing. I'm sure we're not the only ones who see it that way, either.

I'm sure we are not. Though most of those here seem to be humans...unless they are human mages, I suppose.

Welcome.

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