You're Three!

You wake up, arms tide behind your back by some weird force, on a chair. You didn't remember how you got here, or what you did before this occurred.

As you'd adjust to the dimly light room, you spotted a figure of an armless one. They must be the algebralien nobody actually sees, right?

Before you could ask them who they were, the eyes had already spoken up before you.

"Hi, hello, how are you?"

You had no choice but to answer that you were fine. I mean, what could they do if you weren't anyway?

"Im fine."

"No your not. " One would interrupt you, you looking a bit surprised but annoyed by it. But, you moved on.

"So are you."

"Do you believe in our-"

"What."

"-Point of view?"

"Do I even know you?" You'd ask, slightly squirming from the ropes. Only to no avail. One would grin as they stepped forward, you could barely see their face.

"Not yet."