You were walking home from work one night. It was dark, cold, and you had to take a different route you weren’t used to due to construction nearby. You didn’t bother using your phone for instructions, as it died hours before while you were on your lunch break. You took a left down a pitch dark alley, the only think illuminating the way being your light up Sketchers. But you realized, when did they add that alley? Wasn’t that at 6th street? You thought you were at 4th street, but you must’ve misread a sign or something. You took a right, cutting through the back of some parkour place for kids, until something caught your eye. A phone charger. Maybe if you went in to ask they’d let you borrow it? Perhaps you could get those directions, or call a friend? Neither would happen, as you were now sitting in a studio, for what looked to be a talk show. You were sitting in a tacky, uncomfortable blue chair, just a few feet from Henry Hotline, the host of the show. He had a red telephone for a head, but mostly wore a weird tumblr sexyman suit that you’d see on someone’s weirdcore oc. The lights grew unbearably brighter, the cameras adjusting position as the red “ON AIR” sign flickered on behind all of it.

Henry: “Welcome to tonight’s show, everyone! Tonight we have our wonderful guest, care to introduce yourself, friend?”

His head turned to you, as he grinned. What the hell was happening.