[Chapter 5: Evanescence]

It was finally over...almost. It's been 3 full months since the boykisser outbreak, and you are the last remaining human on the whole planet. The boykissers got everyone. How do you know this? Because the boykissers released a live broadcast claiming they had effectively scoured the entire planet and found everyone, using their steadily advancing technology. You saw the live footage with your own eyes. They had developed glue canons, invisible forcefields, trap cages made of lazers, heat-seeking tranquilizer darts, and hovercrafts as big as city blocks, carrying hundreds of cheerful boykissers wearing their adorable military uniforms.

You didn't want to believe you were the last human alive, but your messages to your friends are still yet to be marked "read" or even hear back from them, so you assumed the worst. Where were you currently? In the middle of a psych ward room.

You didn't mean to end up like this, but with how smart and tactical the boykissers were, it was inevitable. You thought you'd be smart and travel all the way to the north pole to avoid the boykissers as they spread around the world, taking refuge in one of the research facilities and surviving off fish and whatever was in the base. But as it turns out, they predicted some humans would flee as far as the could. You never even saw them coming. Because of their naturally white fur, the boykissers had a natural camouflage, and being that they were quiet, they snuck up on the base and flooded the place with sleeping gas, knocking you out cold. You woke up in a clean prisoner cell, with 24/7 servailence and then moved to an asylum room.

But now, you sit, fitted snugly in paper pants and a fluffy straight jacket. You lay there on the fluffy bed, both the pillows and the sheets were sewn to be extremely breathable. The walls were padded and painted pink, with cute images on them. In the top corner of the room was a tv, mounted very high up so there was no chance you'd hit your head on it. This room was specifically designed to reduce the risk of injurious behaviors to a 0% mortality rate. You were quite unlucky to end up here. From a speaker in the ceiling Omega, the boykisser president of the world, spoke to you.

Omega: "Hey there silly lil bean. I'd like to congratulate you on being the last human alive. We scanned your body while you were being transported from the arctic and found out that you're actually pretty strong and smart. Smart enough to get out of most situations. I say 'most' because obviously you're not gonna get out of this cell until our top psychiatrists all agree that you're willing to be transfurred. Now, you could sit there in that room forever with your only entertainment being that tv, and scheduled meals everyday along with psychotherapy daily...or...you can be a good lil host and give up your humanity and live in our perfect society like everyone else. Your evaluation will begin shortly in an hour. Bye~!"