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Isaac Franks sits on a small bench in a small room. The room has no windows, and the only source of light is a slowly swinging light bulb attached to the ceiling. Isaac can see a big metal door in the middle of one of the concrete walls. After banging on it for hours, he gave up. He lost track of time a long time ago. He is slowly beginning to go insane, wondering if there are really any other people left in the world. Small robotic arms give him trays of food through one of the walls, and the trays are taken away when he finally gains some sleep. His gauntlets are gone, and there must be something they put in the food which causes him to become dizzy. Since his mind is always messed up, he cannot teleport or levitate. If he tried to teleport, he’d probably just end up inside a wall; crushed. There’s nothing he can levitate other than the light bulb, and he is not about to mess with that thing. It might be the only thing keeping him moderately sane. Isaac’s general phase of anger passed 5 sleeps ago. He had banged on the walls, screamed. By now he has examined all of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. He feels his knuckles, still a little bit bruised. The metal bench he is on is bolted to the ground. Isaac has no memory of how he got into the room. He remembers falling asleep in his regular bed, and that’s it. He sits. He waits. He thinks. 16:02
Isaac Franks He only dreams of one thing these days. The same dream, almost every night. In the dream, a sudden light appears, and the door opens. The light is nearly blinding, but he sees a silhouette. He begins running towards the door, but for some reason it takes forever to get close even though the distance should only be a few feet. As he nears the door, it slams shut, and he wakes up. Yesterday, he dreamed a different dream. There was no silhouette, but the blinding light was there. He ran out of the door, and began falling. As he falls he sees metallic walls, and tiny voices that sound like they are begging, and sobbing. As he falls longer, he hears beeps. A beep, a pause, a beep. They got louder and louder. The periods became smaller, until there was no pause between the beeps. He then felt a slight pain in his arm, and looked down. He saw that he was falling into a blue light. As the blue light engulfs him, he wakes up. When he woke up ‘today’ he saw a mark on his arm where he felt the pain in the dream. Isaac is positive that his sanity is degrading, and he is imagining the mark. He tries to remember the voices, trying to relate them to faces. The voices sound familiar, but he just can’t figure out who they belong to. He rubs the mark on his arm, sighing.

(I made this in a chatzy while bored, I’m saving this for another time. I think I’ll end up using it somewhere, somehow.

Seeing that there is no one around, the golem scratches its head once more. It is cut, sap having closed its wounds shortly after. It drops ten dead wolves at your feet, looking at them with mild distaste. “Your quest is done. There are more there, but one of those seems to have been their alpha. I am going to go now, following the rest of them into the forest. They fled to the East. Thank you for your quest, quest-giver. I think I have learned something about myself. Not what I was looking for, unfortunately, but something none the less. If you ever need my quest-services again, another town is in distress or what have you, come and find me. You can find me with the artificer who created me, to the lands in the East… Or, if I am not with her, you can find me wandering the world. I still have much to learn.”