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Purple bubbles. Sparkly orange. I decended into a world of black.

My mind is blurry like a frosty window, and my head aches. I wake to the peculiar sound of whirs and pops, then a loud ding. I sit bolt upright, and shake my head around, blinking at the bright light. I hear gears and a whoop. I'm almost afraid to open my eyes. Am I dead? Is this some place in the arena? I feel around for the tracker jacker stings and never find them. They are gone. I am most definitely dead.
"Now, I know you must be thinking your dead right now, and you probably should be, well, you probably, most likely are, but death isn't really my thing-" a mans loud voice faded into a couple of loud bangs, followed by a slight explosion. I force my eyes open. I can't even process what I see. A bright, steamy circular room with a small, table? No, more like a control panel with too many odd handles and buttons to think about. I stand from where I lay on the ground on a sort of metal grate. My braid in damp and my stolen bow is no where in sight. This is a trick. I am hallucinating. That must be it, the tracker jacker venom is still messing with my head.
"Now your probably thinking your hallucinating, which you aren't, but if you were, well," he laughed slightly then another explosion rocked the floor. She couldn't see the owner of the voice, and stumbled on the rocking ground around the control panel. "That magnetic field really is a pesky thing, isn't it dear. Come on..." I furrowed my brow. Did this stranger just call me dear? This stranger I can't even see? I am going crazy. But the magnetic field. The force field around the arena? I shake my head and reach out to steady myself, accidentally pushing a lever. The whole room shook, then seemed to rocket upward. I can't help it; I shriek. I fall to the floor and hold to the metal railing for dear life. What is going on?

I breathe out slowly, and release my vice like grip on the metal rail, standing carefully. Before me stood a man, with bendy legs, too short pants held up with suspenders, a clean white shirt, tweed jacket, and red bow tie. On his brown flop of hair, there are big, comical goggles and on his face is a ridiculous grin.
"Thanks for that. A little boost was all she needed," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little, metal stick with a green light on the end. He brandishes it and I flinch when he waves it in front of me, a unexplainable sound (buzz?) ringing from it. He looks at it and laughs 'haha!' and exclaims,
"See! I told you, not hallucinating! No traced of tracker jacker venom-" he's stops and glances at me when I hold up a finger.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask, trying to discreetly reach around for some thing to defend myself with. The strange man smiles.
"I'm the Doctor."