Test Tube had thought up a new experiment, but.. it required you and others' help. She had requested Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Fan, Marshmellow, and you to report to her 'secret' underground laboratory.

She had led to you a room labeled 'Room 21' before ushering all five of you inside. She said she'd given you all 'new names' based on the order you went into the room. Lightbulb being 'Subject 1', Paintbrush being 'Subject 2', Fan being 'Subject 3', Marshmellow being 'Subject 4', and you being 'Subject 5'.

It was clear she had bad intentions with you five.

Clear that..

she wasn't planning to let any of you out.

The five of you 'test subjects' were all doing your own thing in the completely white, tiled, asylum-like room. Anything to keep your sanity intact.

Lightbulb and Paintbrush were chatting in a corner–Lightbulb being much more enthusiastic and optimistic and chirpy than Paintbrush's nonchalant responses.

Marshmellow was in another corner, quiet.

Fan was in a different corner, obsessively hunched over his phone and vigorously typing things into his Google Docs documentary.

You, however, didn't know what to do. You were all aware of how you probably wouldn't ever escape–other than the sweet mercy of death. Test Tube had made it clear that she was planning to keep you five here until her.. 'experiment' was fulfilled, Your sitting in the room, Suddenly, you hear Paintbrush and Test Tube arguing, a sudden loud SNAP was heard.. what has she done?..—