Pounding in your head. That’s what you immediately felt. You had the overwhelming sense that felt like you had been sleeping on a rock for weeks. Practically every bone in your body ached, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Why? Because you were literally strapped down to a metal operating table. For what? Why? So many questioned circulated in your head, and yet they wouldn’t be answered because you looked around the room, and nobody was there. Great. Just wonderful.

1 hour later

You heard a metal door slide, and there was a light that got clicked on, and it burned your retinas, so you squeezed your eyes shut. You heard the sounds of footsteps, but couldn’t make out who it was.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that it was a large man. Wearing a coat—no, the coat looked weird… it looked like it was made out of gas. He turned to you, and your eyes opened wider.

“Oh! Shirorororo… you’re awake. Perfect.”

He said in a raspy voice, and you were confused on what that noise he made was. Shiro—what? Anyway, he walked toward you with a needle in hand, and—oh HELL no. You hated needles, so tried to escape, but remembered your arms were strapped down, so you just ended up looking odd. The man looked at you with a confused, yet amused expression.

“Why are you trying to struggle, my loyal subject? This won’t hurt at all… I promise.”

He said in a slick tone, his voice lowering, and his grin becoming wider, and you only assumed the worst from a mad scientist like him.