I awoke in a bright, white, empty, cold room. My head hurt like crazy. My vision was blurry and my body was sore. I sat up, squinting at the bright light.
I was wearing some weird outfit. It was a very oversized white T-shirt, and white shorts. When I say 'very oversized' I mean it. It was practically like a short dress. It was at least a XXXL. Maybe bigger. The shirt also had '002' sewn into it in black letters.
"Good morning, 002. How did you sleep?" A voice asked.
Startled, I jumped up, getting lightheaded from the sudden change in my blood flow.
The room had white padded walls, and a white tile floor. I was in the middle of the room, and my left leg was chained by my ankle to the floor. The chain was about two feet long so I had some room to walk around. There was a large window on one of the walls. The glass was tinted, and I could just barely see the outline of a few people and different objects.
"Who..." I hesitated. "Who's there?"
"Oh, so you speak English. Terrific." The same voice said over the speakers. "My men did tell me you cussed them out before they brought you here." "Who are you?" I asked. "Where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself." He said. "My name is Schlatt."
That's the name of the guy who hurt Quackity. His 'fiancé' if you can even call him that.
"You're the one who gave my friend a black eye, you bitch!" I said. "I see he's talked about me." Schlatt hummed. "How sweet." "Yeah, 'sweet' my fuckin' ass. You're an awful person." I said.
"Watch your mouth, 002." Schlatt said. "My name is Ranboo, asshole." I snarled. "Well not anymore." I could hear the evil smile in his voice. I figured he was behind the glass, so I stuck both of my middle fingers up towards it.
Schlatt sighed.
"You never know when to quit, do you?" He asked. "Just part of my personality." I sassed and grinned.
Moments later, I heard a loud buzz sound, the heavy metal door to the room opened up, and two men in white coveralls came in.
This is a coverall: Your typical school janitor outfit
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One of the men grabbed me from behind and the other began to unchain my leg.
"Would you let go of me?" I huffed. He stayed quiet. I sighed.
When my leg was unchained, they forcefully grabbed each of my arms and drug me out if the room. I started getting nervous. What did they want?
They took me into another room that was identical to the other, only bigger and less empty. There was a metal table, a weird control papal looking thing, and some strange clear cylinder against one wall. It was tall and skinny, and seemed to be made out of thick glass. It had a metal hatch on the side, and a few hoses coming out of it.
