《the unknown》


 chapter one

    what would happen if one day you suddenly woke up and found yourself in a completely different place then where you fell asleep? what would your first thought be? Am I going crazy? Is this a dream, could it be a kidnapping? Was I drugged and taken away in my sleep? maybe I was abducted by aliens or some perverted god?


    when I finally came too as a bit of a nerd and otaku these and many more ideas flashed in my mind making my twisted imagination run wild, I could barely feel my body almost as if floating in a void that is until my head threatened to crack open from the pain and confusion. time kept flowing I could feel my mind beginning to slip as I gripped my head and tears kept flowing from the pain that seemed to continue through the ages and eons that were surely passing.....ok ok maybe it was only a few mins but come on my head f*chin hurts you cant actually expect me to keep track of the time right?


    when the pain stopped and came out of my bad habit I picked up somewhere in 8th grade of internal monologuing like a protagonist in some story I started to calm myself down and come back to reality all I could see was darkness without the slightest sound besides my breath and the constant beating in my chest all good signs I wasn''t dead. I was laying on the cold hard ground, It was clear I was no longer in my new comfy bed or my warm apartment. I began to move and feel around my surroundings, to my surprise as I moved some dim lights seemed to appear from the ceiling lighting up the room but barely enough to see clearly I was laying on a dirty stone floor in what seemed to be a completely sealed room with polished metal walls almost like a mirror. it was a remarkably empty room with the exception of me and a small stone pedestal like table around my chest in hight.


    Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    I slowly got up and started to inspect the room first thing to cross my mind was check for a door or way out after some feeling around for a seam or some clues on the walls on how to get out but they seemed to be completely solid without any blemish or imperfection. with no idea on how I could end up in here or a way out my brain kept sending out little signals for my dumb ass to look at the pedestal instead of wasting my time groping the walls.


    As I got to the pedestal there seemed to be....... nothing and with that, my last trace of hope disappeared. Depression hit hard barely able to stay upright my mind started to become dazed and my body sways my legs become almost like jello. Trying to stop myself from falling I brace myself on the pedestal as it takes my weight it slightly sinks and a sharp point stabs itself into my hand blood starts to slowly flow out the cut soon disappearing into the stone like it was being sucked up into a sponge


    the pain in my hand helping clear my head from the daze I was in seeing something so strange like stone acting as a sponge kindled a small spark of hope and curiosity in my heart. just as I was getting my bearings again, some words appeared to engrave themselves on the smooth walls. seeing as something finally happened to let me know what was going on I was extremely happy but as soon as I read the words I instantly became pissed off


    you''re in a room with no doors or windows. Just a mirror and a table.


    How do you get out?

 rewrite 1rst the riddle

    What would happen if one day you suddenly woke up and found yourself in a completely different place then where you fell asleep? What would your first thought be? Am I going crazy? Is this a dream, could it be a kidnapping? Was I drugged and taken away in my sleep? Maybe I was abducted by aliens or some perverted god?


    When I finally came too my twisted imagination started to run wild as a bit of a nerd and otaku these and many more ideas flashed in my mind. Till the mind-wrenching pain in my head started. Feeling as if my head would crack open at any moment, I gritted my teeth as tightly as I could trying to bare through the pain. Time kept flowing as the pain continued to assault my senses. I could feel my mind beginning to slip and crack from the pain that seemed to continue through the ages and eons that were surely passing.....ok, ok maybe it was only a few mins but come on my head f*chin hurts you can''t actually expect me to keep track of the time right?


    When the pain stopped and I came out of my bad habit I picked up somewhere in 8th grade of internal monologuing like a protagonist in some 3rd rate story. I started to calm the fear slowly seeping out from the deepest parts of my soul and come back to reality all I could see was the empty darkness with only my breath and the constant beating in my chest to prove I wasn''t dead both good signs I was alive. Laying on the cold hard ground it was clear I was no longer in my new comfy bed or my warm apartment. I began to move and feel around my surroundings, to my surprise as I moved some dim lights seemed to appear from the ceiling lighting up the room but barely enough to see clearly I was laying on a dirty stone floor in what seemed to be a completely sealed room with polished metal walls that reflected the surroundings like mirrors. It was a remarkably empty room with the exception of me and a small stone pedestal table that stood around my chest in hight.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    I slowly got up and started to inspect the room first thing to cross my mind was check for a door or way out after some feeling around for a seam or some clues on the walls on how to get out but they seemed to be completely solid without any blemish or imperfection. with no idea on how I could end up in here or a way out my brain kept sending out little signals like "dumb ass look at the pedestal instead of waisting time groping the walls".


    As I got to the pedestal there seemed to be....... nothing and with that, my last trace of hope disappeared. Depression hit hard barely able to stay upright my mind starts to darken and my body beginning to sway my legs become almost like jello. Trying to stop myself from falling I brace myself on the pedestal as it takes my weight it slightly sinks and a sharp point stabs itself into my hand blood slowly flow out the cut soon disappearing into the stone like it was being sucked up into a sponge the pain in my hand helping clear my head from the shock it was in seeing something so strange like stone acting as a sponge kindled a small spark of hope and curiosity in my heart. Just as I was getting my bearings again, some words appeared to engrave themselves on the smooth walls. seeing as something finally happened to let me know what was going on. I was extremely happy but as soon as I read the words almost instantly it pissed me off


    you''re in a room with no doors or windows.


    Just a mirror and a table


    How do you get out?

 2nd the answer

    As he read the text that suddenly appeared, rage and anger welled up inside him as he started to curse into the empty room.


    "first you fucken kidnap me and stick me into this room. Now, what do you do? You write this bullshit to mock me?"


    To his screaming and shouting, all that answered him was the resounding silence in the room after he got done cursing and screaming his anger had mostly subsided. Trying to calm down he paces back and forth running the riddle through his head trying to find the hidden meaning behind this seemingly random situation. Realizing the solution couldn''t just be pulled out his ass like a rabbit out of a hat he slowly slumped down the wall and sat in the corner of the room. He began to lose his train of thought as time slowly passed but soon his mind drifted to a time where he would hide in his room avoiding people just binge watching tv shows and anime isolating himself from the outside world. Thinking of some of his regularly watched TV shows enlightenment slowly struck him. One corner of his mouth tugged upwards as a self-mocking smile threatened to appear. He suddenly had the urge to slap himself in the back of the head when he remembered where this damned riddle came from. He got up and walked to the table in the center of the room smiling he gave his answer as soon as the answer came from his lips in his vision the room slowly faded away and in its place a text appeared.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Simulation ended