"Where am I? Who am I?" asked a boy who seemed to be 8 or 9 years old. "Ergh, my head hurts, it feels like it''s going ot split open.....and where is that damned dinging comeing from?"


    ''ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding''


    "Focus on the dinging maybe that will lead me to someone who can help." he states to himself.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    After following the noise for 5 minutes he finds himself infront of a large stone door, left ajar enough for him to slide through. Upon passing through the stone door he notices that the room he entered was actually a large library filled with old and decrepit books.


    ''ding''


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    <td>10%......21%........55%.......87%.....100%


    Link Established


    Error Detected....


    Memories Corrupted....


    Beginning Restoration...</td>


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    And then everything went black.