It's been almost a decade since this place saw any life. It was a laboratory, with vegetation coming out all over the place. There was a lot of glass all over the floor that came from some of the windows. The ceiling in the hallways was pretty low, and the hallways were narrow, with at least two people able to walk there at a time.
As you can tell, nobody has stepped in this place for a long time… Crunch—there goes an old floor tile as a foot stands in its place. The foot belongs to a man whose face is covered by the shadows of the black hood of his cloak. The cloak itself has a neon blue basic sword design on its left side. The man walks through the facility with haste.
"This place has seen better days," the man says with a tone of disappointment.
As he strolls through the facility, going from room to room trying to find something specific, he slams one of the doors open and finds a cylinder, like a pod of some kind. It looks operational as he sees glowing ice through the glass.
The man goes to the control panel and sees not many buttons. Surprisingly, they are all rather simplistic, with a big red button with a sign that reads "OPEN DOOR." The man does not think this through and presses it. He hears an explosion right behind him and feels the air pressure from it.
Cautiously, the man turns to see a person. Red hair, with a bundle of it being black, and red eyes, with an average body. The man is wearing a long white sleeve T-shirt and white trousers with no footwear, including socks.
The person's face looks particularly surprised and dumbfounded as he looks at the man.
"Where are we?" the person utters.
"Well, we are in the Vel jungle," the man replies.
"Where?" the person asks again, confused.
"The Vel jungle," the man repeats.
"So, uh, what time are we in?" the person asks.
"We are in year sixty of the Crystal Era, month four. The day is Monday," the man replies.
The man thinks in his head that this person in front of him is the most ignorant person he has ever met. He actually asked the date. In his own opinion, how do you not know the date? Yeah, he gets it if it was the exact day, but you should at least know the month and year—which, looking at the person, he clearly has never heard of the Crystal Era.
The two walk around in the laboratory as the person watches the man walk around, looking for an object.
"Uh, so what are you looking for?" the person asks.
"I'm looking for a box. It's, like, as long as an average stick, if I'm correct," the man replies.
"What's the size of an average stick?" the person asks. The man doesn't even look back at him and continues, wondering why anyone would ask such a question.
"Why do you need it so much?" the person asks.
"Because it belongs to my grandfather," the man replies.
"Your grandfather?"
"Yeah. He hid it and told me to get it from here once he passed, which was two weeks ago… it's whatever," the man explains.
The person stands there and decides it's a great time to leave, as he begins to turn and walk to a random hallway, hoping it will lead to the exit. He feels a hand on his arm as he is leaving.
"Where do you think you're going? You're helping me find this thing."
The man looks at him, glaring, as he lets go, his arm falling down. They both feel an energy of mana down the dark hallway to their left. The man stands up and looks at the person across from him. To his knowledge, they are alone, and for this place to be most likely deserted—
"Don't tell me," the man says, breathing heavily.
Across from him, the other guy looks in the same direction and doesn't look any better than he does. They both stare into the darkness as they hear slow footsteps.
"What is that?!" the guy asks. He turns to the left hallway. They see red dots in the darkness.
"I've got a lot of questions now…," the guy says, looking at the man, who is currently crouched down by a cabinet. They both listen, hearing only footsteps, as they fall silent. The footsteps get louder, faster—like someone is running.
Now, it's within everyone to know that if something sounds like it's coming, it's either coming for you—which is bad—or it's running from something else entirely. So what I'm trying to say is they both face the right hallway of the laboratory and run like their lives depend on it—which they might.
"Why is it so fast and consistent?!" the guy asks as the man in the black cloak stops at a dead end with two doors.
"What door should we choose?" the man asks with a face of contemplation, putting his hand on his chin.
"RIGHT IS ALWAYS RIGHT!" the guy, who was lagging behind, finally catches up and pushes the right door without a second thought. The man in the black cloak runs right with him.
The man in the black cloak effortlessly catches up to the guy. "You know you should wear shoes."
"I KNOW!" the man barks back. They pass tons of armoured doors on each side of the hallway. They both come across an armoured door bigger than the rest at the end of the hallway.
The guy in the black cloak pulls out a white keycard with a red line on the top and uses the card reader. The door slides open dramatically slowly…
"Take your time, door," says the man as the door jams. Both of them look at the door as the guy in the white clothes begins to bang on it repeatedly, doing zero damage. Frantically, the other one joins as they repeatedly bang on the door.
Meanwhile, the red dots get closer at high speed. It is a guy in the same white clothes. The new individual has red eyes—completely red, not a speck of white—glowing, and his skin is that of a void: no colour, no shading. He has vibrant red, wavy hair. He also has no mouth. His body itself is in peak human condition.
The two men get a good look at him just as the massive door they were leaning on finally opens right after.
It's been almost a decade since this place saw any life. It was a laboratory, with vegetation coming out all over the place. There was a lot of glass all over the floor that came from some of the windows. The ceiling in the hallways was pretty low, and the hallways were narrow, with at least two people able to walk there at a time.
As you can tell, nobody has stepped in this place for a long time… Crunch—there goes an old floor tile as a foot stands in its place. The foot belongs to a man whose face is covered by the shadows of the black hood of his cloak. The cloak itself has a neon blue basic sword design on its left side. The man walks through the facility with haste.
"This place has seen better days," the man says with a tone of disappointment.
As he strolls through the facility, going from room to room trying to find something specific, he slams one of the doors open and finds a cylinder, like a pod of some kind. It looks operational as he sees glowing ice through the glass.
The man goes to the control panel and sees not many buttons. Surprisingly, they are all rather simplistic, with a big red button with a sign that reads "OPEN DOOR." The man does not think this through and presses it. He hears an explosion right behind him and feels the air pressure from it.
Cautiously, the man turns to see a person. Red hair, with a bundle of it being black, and red eyes, with an average body. The man is wearing a long white sleeve T-shirt and white trousers with no footwear, including socks.
The person's face looks particularly surprised and dumbfounded as he looks at the man.
"Where are we?" the person utters.
"Well, we are in the Chicago jungle," the man replies.
"Where?" the person asks again, confused.
"The Chicago jungle," the man repeats.
"So, uh, what time are we in?" the person asks.
"We are in 2026 of the 21st century month four. The day is Monday," the man replies.
The man thinks in his head that this person in front of him is the most ignorant person he has ever met. He actually asked the date. In his own opinion, how do you not know the date? Yeah, he gets it if it was the exact day, but you should at least know the month and year—which, looking at the person, he clearly has never heard of the 21st century .
The two walk around in the laboratory as the person watches the man walk around, looking for an object.
"Uh, so what are you looking for?" the person asks.
"I'm looking for a box. It's, like, as long as an average stick, if I'm correct," the man replies.
"What's the size of an average stick?" the person asks. The man doesn't even look back at him and continues, wondering why anyone would ask such a question.
"Why do you need it so much?" the person asks.
"Because it belongs to my grandfather," the man replies.
"Your grandfather?"
"Yeah. He hid it and told me to get it from here once he passed, which was two weeks ago… it's whatever," the man explains.
The person stands there and decides it's a great time to leave, as he begins to turn and walk to a random hallway, hoping it will lead to the exit. He feels a hand on his arm as he is leaving.
"Where do you think you're going? You're helping me find this thing."
The man looks at him, glaring, as he lets go, his arm falling down. They both feel an energy of mana down the dark hallway to their left. The man stands up and looks at the person across from him. To his knowledge, they are alone, and for this place to be most likely deserted—
"Don't tell me," the man says, breathing heavily.
Across from him, the other guy looks in the same direction and doesn't look any better than he does. They both stare into the darkness as they hear slow footsteps.
"What is that?!" the guy asks. He turns to the left hallway. They see red dots in the darkness.
"I've got a lot of questions now…," the guy says, looking at the man, who is currently crouched down by a cabinet. They both listen, hearing only footsteps, as they fall silent. The footsteps get louder, faster—like someone is running.
Now, it's within everyone to know that if something sounds like it's coming, it's either coming for you—which is bad—or it's running from something else entirely. So what I'm trying to say is they both face the right hallway of the laboratory and run like their lives depend on it—which they might.
"Why is it so fast and consistent?!" the guy asks as the man in the black cloak stops at a dead end with two doors.
"What door should we choose?" the man asks with a face of contemplation, putting his hand on his chin.
"RIGHT IS ALWAYS RIGHT!" the guy, who was lagging behind, finally catches up and pushes the right door without a second thought. The man in the black cloak runs right with him.
The man in the black cloak effortlessly catches up to the guy. "You know you should wear shoes."
"I KNOW!" the man barks back. They pass tons of armoured doors on each side of the hallway. They both come across an armoured door bigger than the rest at the end of the hallway.
The guy in the black cloak pulls out a white keycard with a red line on the top and uses the card reader. The door slides open dramatically slowly…
"Take your time, door," says the man as the door jams. Both of them look at the door as the guy in the white clothes begins to bang on it repeatedly, doing zero damage. Frantically, the other one joins as they repeatedly bang on the door.
Meanwhile, the red dots get closer at high speed. It is a guy in the same white clothes. The new individual has red eyes—completely red, not a speck of white—glowing, and his skin is that of a void: no colour, no shading. He has vibrant red, wavy hair. He also has no mouth. His body itself is in peak human condition.
The two men get a good look at him just as the massive door they were leaning on finally opens right after.