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Slowly but ever so surely, you open your eyes. You still feel quite groggy as your vision begins to return. ‘ Where…?’ You think as you attempt to raise one of your arms to rub your eyes, only to notice you can’t. Your arms are stuck, clamped down. Panic courses through you, as you feel yourself quickly jostling fully awake, realizing you are stuck in a contraption that looks almost like a dentist chair, but with metal clamps around each of your limbs.
You are finally able to observe your surroundings. You are in a room that resembles an office, with a large window to the side. There is a desk that is nearly empty apart from a few papers and an odd looking computer. A way above the desk is a wooden shelf topped with a few different human organs in preserve jars. Each organ was labeled, but you couldn’t quite make out what the labels said. This made you feel slightly on edge. This feeling was only amplified when you noticed a man sitting at the desk.
The man stared at you expectantly, with a wide smile on his face. The man was relatively short, and chubby, and was most definitely not human, clearly so. His mouth was filled with sharp teeth, topped off by four large fangs near the front. On top of his head he had round animalistic ears poking out of his dark brown hair, as well as two antennae.
After noticing you were staring back at him, the man chuckled.
“Nice to see you’re finally awake, buddy!” The man spoke cheerfully, maintaining his wide smile as both of his antennae twitched subtly in your direction. “You look nervous, why is that? Don’t you know being nervous never gets you anywhere? It’s unproductive, buddy!” He chuckled again before leaning forward on his desk, resting his head on one of his hands, keeping his eyes on you.
“Who..?” You try to speak but it just comes out as a single, strained word. It hurts to speak. The man, however, just smiled wider after hearing your attempt at formulating words. It did not help make you feel at ease one bit. He got up off his chair and began slowly walking towards you before he started speaking again.
“I,” The man paused for a moment to gesture at himself. “Am Kasper Rhodes, president of the Quality Cryogenics Corporation!” Kasper said with clear pride in his voice. He was now standing right next to you, and was looming over you slightly. “And you,” he poked your nose lightly with one of his clawed hands, before taking a step back. “are an Interloper!” You stare at him confused. You’re not quite sure what he means. Hell, you’re not even quite sure how you got here, or even where you were before you ended up here.
You tried to snort in response to Kasper, but instead you let out a strained choke, one which your captor seemed to ignore, as he continued immediately after. “We have a strict ‘No Interloper’ policy here! Interlopers create distractions, and distraction means less work gets done, which is an unfortunate situation we just can’t have!” His voice was cheery, and his smile remained uncomfortably wide. Your pupils shrunk. You didn’t like this and you wanted out, yet you didn’t struggle because you had the strong notion that it wasn’t going to do you any good in the slightest.
You watch nervously as Kasper began slowly pacing back and forth beside your chair, his hands holding something behind his back, and his gaze remaining fixed on you. “Interlopers are obstacles.” Kasper continued. “And as The Smiling God says; ‘In life you will be faced with obstacles who try to bring you down, and stop your productivity. When faced with an obstacle, simply smile! Smile as you pin it to the ground and rip it’s throat out, whilst telling it you can’t be hindered, and that it should suffer for ever thinking you could possibly be hindered!’”
By the time he finished, Kasper’s eyes were barely open, as a result of his smile being impossibly wide. You began to glance around frantically, hoping that by some miracle there would be some way out of it, before your eyes locked on Kasper’s hands. One of them was holding some kind of remote. You try to scream, but can’t, and your throat burns. Kasper laughed at your reaction, his claw resting over an almost comical looking big red button, and his eyes locked on your nervous face. “There’s no need to worry, buddy! Your brain is going to a good cause! You’ll soon have purpose! You’ll be productive, and happy, as are the laws of The Smiling God!” You whimper, and Kasper shook his head in response, still smiling.
As Kasper approaches you again, hopelessness finally washes over you. There is nothing you can do now. You will die here, in this chair, where this man will do god knows what with your brain. You gasp as you feel one of Kasper’s claws poke you on the nose again. “Believe in a Smiling God, buddy!” He said, his voice full of happiness. Not even a moment later, he pressed the button. Immediately you felt a sharp pain in your head before you began to fade from reality, the office around you quickly becoming blurry, and the noses around you now sounding muffled and faint. “Believe in a Smiling God!”