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DREAM
A man wakes up, off to the side in a room. He wears a green hoodie and a smiley face mask.
He doesn’t know why. He no longer knows lots of things. He used to know lots of things.
Used to? No… that’s not right. Doesn’t. That’s the word. He doesn’t know a lot of things.
He’s in a room, he’s wearing a mask, his name is Dream. That’s all he knows.
He knows he should know more, and he knows he doesn’t want anyone to see his face, that might be why he wears the mask.
He looks around, everyone is looking around it seems. He turns and sees a boy, a boy who sees him back and flinches and runs away. Why has this boy ran away? He feels like he’s seen the boy before. He feels like he hates this boy, but he doesn’t know why. So he lets the boy run, and just looks confused.
GEORGE
A brown haired man is awake. Everyone is. He sits against a wall and off to the side.
It feels to him as though he’s waking up from a long dream. He’s sore but well rested and even so, his eyes lay half open and his posture is disinterested.
He wonders where he is and who everyone else is. He can’t seem to remember.
He has sunglasses with a thick white frame perched on top of his head, and a light blue shirt.
He looks around, lots of others have the same idea.
He sticks to the facts: His name is George, Georgenotfound. He’s confused. He’s looking for something- someone.
He turns as he hears footsteps. A boy no older than 15 runs into a corner near him. George looks and sees him running from someone. Someone with an all too familiar smiley faced mask.
SAPNAP
Everyone is awake. And in a building of some kind. No memories. No nothing. Nothing but feelings and simple facts.
A black haired man is thinking about this deeply. He knows things, at least- some things. His name is Sapnap, he knows that. He knows he feels a sense of betrayal for a man partly hidden in the shadows, the man with the smiley faced mask. He knows the exits of the building. He knows not to trust anyone.
His eyes dart around the room, past the boy with blonde hair who runs into the corner across from him, past the exits mapped out in his brain, past the menacing smiley face mask. Right to a man with pretty grey eyes and a mop of light brown hair. Right to a stranger he doesn’t know.