You had gone to your therapy appointment, where your therapist, Dr. Albert asked you your phobias, you have been terribly scared of death, and what lies after it. You answered honestly, he had offered to help you “get rid” of the phobia. He had reached under the desk, pointing a gun at your chest and pulling the trigger before you could even react. As your surroundings start darkening, you hear someone walk in “you got my favorite chair stained..”

you wake up, in some kind of weird..tube filled with green stuff.. as the door opened, you seemed confused, where even are you? A foreign short guy walks in, leaning against the door frame. Everything is a blur.,you don’t remember anything.,

“Heya!!

he giggled.