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"Wake up!" A distant voice demanded.

"Just leave him there, he'll regret it later!"

A silence took over and hours passed in what felt like a fraction of time. Eventually, a faint light followed by a focused pain deep within his skull... Memories, words and thoughts flooded his mind, like pure noise blasting within his skull.

He was awake.

Cold, strained and hungry, he finally shot up, grasping his throat as he did so. It was dry and raspy, though it wasn't likely worth the effort to try and draw attention, given that he may have only just managed to survive an ordeal sometime before.

The space above him was pitch black and it was almost impossible to even determine where either wall beside him ended as they towered over him, and then looking ahead, flickering lights filled the path with a cold air blowing through, scattering strange debris and dirt, leaving them skittering amongst the hard ground.

The ground was of a dull metal, which remained cold to the touch and covered in a thin layer of grime. Dotted around, you could perhaps just barely make out the strange indentations upon its surface. Perhaps more likely a mere decorative pattern than some cryptic sign.

Everything around had sharp features, and it was a cautious note to see even cables spilling out of panels in the wall and strewn over the ground. It was a ruin.

He took a deep breath, mustering some strength before proceeding down the path before him. Would it ever end? It continued to seem less and less likely, and as he took each step, it produced a slight creak of the metal ground beneath him, making it almost impossible not to be conscious of how long he had been walking for.

Finally he stopped. It seemed hopeless, and it was like being lost in a never ending maze of tight turns and dark halls.

"H-Help...", he squawked, clenching his throat tightly as he forced it out with as much strength as he could muster. Though it was a word that felt alien to him, and yet he knew what he needed to say.

Standing idly, it seemed that his cries were unheard and he was ready to finally succumb to his fate...

As he began to lower himself to the ground, there was a small creak, followed by a loud hiss; smoke filled the path he was taking, spewing forth from the wall adjacent to him. With a clang, an entrance began to grind open, slowly against the hard ground like a doorway, only, upon closer inspection he realised that's exactly what it was.

After a brief moment, it came to a sudden stop, producing a loud clattering sound that would have almost certainly caught anyone's attention.

A peculiar creature slowly wormed it's head forth from behind the door, followed by a long neck. It blinked, with large dark eyes that began to protrude on long stalks.

"Tea and sugar?" The creature spoke.

It wasn't the first thing you would expect such a creature to say, though in this life or death situation, it's not the first thing you would expect to hear from anyone.

He stared at it. And it stared back. A bizarre smirk, which can only be described as the look of a snarling dog, slowly took upon its face, wide enough to show layers upon layers of thin pin-like teeth.

The creature gazed a little harder, squinting the small eyes upon each of its thin stalks, before it then slowly disappeared inside.

He raised himself back from the ground, confused but feeling hopeful that he had perhaps finally found an escape. Though, unsure on whether this creature was friend or foe, he remained outside and stood motionless, trying to make a decision on where he would take his chances.

"Come on in, don't by shy." It's words were beginning to sound gruff and cold.

It was terrifying, but he concluded his chances weren't much better outside. He needed to step inside, as reluctant as he may have been.

Upon walking to the door, peering through, it immediately sent chills down his spine. A dark chamber with no visible light within and he was quick to note the strange patches of what he could only imagine to be blood, splattered upon the walls leading in.

No, he thought to himself. But before he could even begin turning around, something grabbed his arm. Yanking it hard before tugging him within, leaving him shrieking into the black abyss and fading into silence.

Though it was as if he had just blinked and been transported to another realm, he found himself sitting at a wooden table, fork and spoon in-hand, as if everything up to this moment had simply been some horrible dream. Though reality soon kicked back; looking back and forth, he became aware of some devilish singing from nearby.

How long had it been since he was dragged within?

As his senses returned in their entirety, it became obvious he wasn't alone, no, he was being watched; a creature similar to the one from before, yet larger, was sat at the opposite end of the table. It was the first opportunity he had to see the full figure of the creature he'd seen before, but something was different.

From initial glance, it's neck, as thin and long as the one before but yet its eyes on either stalk appeared larger and more pronounced, and then there was the huge body that was like a large blob of fat and green scaly flesh, hulked over the table with a number of appendages coming from the creature, each featuring a tiny grasper of sorts and each holding what appeared to be sharp metal rod.

"What's wrong?" It asked.

It was an indescribable nightmare.