Things was never this complicated. My life was never this chaotic. I was a normal Student back then, till I found this phone. I found under my desk at school last 19:23, October 13, XXXX, I was hurrying to get my books to go back home early after Computer Club, when I noticed it beside my books. I took the phone and analyzed it at home. It was a dark, blue-green, touch screen phone. No company logo, no serial number, no batteries(yeah, fucked up, right?), no SIM card slot(It was working well though), but has 5 memory card slots. Although I think that you don't need that many memory card for a phone that already has 8GB memory. I found it with a green, 16GB memory card at the second slot, it has many files and folders, but the files are in an unsupported file format(Life File, " " in case your wondering). The phone having no logo or serial number is believable, but a phone that has no batteries and completely doing all a phone should do(including making messages and making calls without the SIM card), but having no batteries? that was messed up. I searched the interface of the phone, there was nothing special at first, there's a message option, contacts(it has no contacts except my phone number that I added), games, gallery, camera, and all the other stuffs that a normal phone have, but then I saw a red top hat icon with a white ribbon around the point where the rim and the body meets. It was named "Contractor ver. AA".
Because of curiosity, I pressed the icon. I felt a quick but painful shock, through my finger, and before I knew it, I wasn't in my room anymore, I was sitting in a red chair, with black cushions, and blood-red colored wood (with the cell phone at hand), in a small four-walled room with black painted walls. In each wall are 2 windows, with red frames, and red curtains. I set aside the curtains to see where I am, but the outside is pitch black. I examined the other things inside the room, aside from the red chair, there was an old red grandfather clock, that doesn't seem to be working, and a small red table, with a black box on top. I walk slowly towards the black box. It has red lines at the border of the cover and a big red rose with two smaller ones at each side. I opened the box, suddenly a human stuffed toy flew up into the air, it was wearing red tuxedo, and a hat similar to the "Contractor ver. AA" icon.
"I welcome, thy Client, pleased to make your acquaintance." The doll spoke. Then all that's left in my mind was this whole thing is total bullshit.
"Y-you're a doll! You shouldn't be able to talk!" I said as I took a few steps back.
"Ah, but alas I am alive and doing well, free of that prison. After being inside that case for 182 years, it isn't comfortable as you think, thy Client" the doll spoke, with a familiar tone of voice.
182 years. That's a long time. I put the phone in my pocket, and took a deep breath. The biggest breath I took in my entire life. I started to calm down. My head was full many questions though, and my heart was filled many feelings, from fear to excitement, and anxiousness to curiosity. With all that inside me, I gathered all my courage, and asked him.
"I don't know what's going on here, with a floating and talking doll like you, but where is this place? Who are you? Why were you in that box for so long? How did I get here? Why is it pitch black outside? Are you really a doll? Can I get out? Am I stu-" I was interrupted by the talking doll.
