You're out partying. All of a sudden, you feel something cover your mouth and you try to scream but instead, you become strangely drowsy.
You awake and unaware of how much time has passed, you try to focus your eyes. As everything comes into focus, you realize you're in a creme colored room.
There's a door in front of you.
You stumble towards it, hoping to find salvation on the other side.
No dice. You're only met with a hallway.
There's nowhere else to go but something doesn't feel right. You try to shrug the feeling off and continue. The lights begin to flicker until finally deciding to stay on.
This hallway goes on forever. You never noticed how much you hated creme. Who decided to...Wait... You stop yourself. There's a splash of red on the wall.
The contrast is alarming but you've already come this far. The red liquid shines in the light and you realize that it's still wet.
You back away and gaze upon the pattern that's forming. A...numeric symbol? What do those "swaggy" teenagers refer to it as? "Hashtag"?
Your eyes widen and your heart beats faster.
The lights at the end of the hallway flicker... and then you hear it.
You finally realize where you are...
The melodic whispers of "hey hey hey" beckon you from the end of the hall...
No... Not again.
And you blink. That was your biggest mistake.
He appears...
You choke back a cry of alarm and try to run.
He stalks towards you. The melodic sounds following his every movement. You back away. That door has disappeared. Where can you go?
He stops at the red hashtag and turns to look at it.
He smirks, running his hand over the now smudged design.
His lips part and the last thing you hear is...
"I hate these blurred lines..."