Prolouge
Normal life?
I've always wondered what the rest of the world looked like, who knows what it had in store. Thrilling adventure, awesome locations, and VERY delicious food. I've really wanted to see what sushi tasted like, I heard so much about it that I soon became curious. Well, sucks to be me then, considering the world I've gotten used to living in, that world being a 3-story apartment. Right now you're probably thinking how I would think that living in a cozy apartment would be bad luck, one thing I forgot to mention was, I'm a prisoner. The front door with locks that are impossible to break and the windows and screen door fitted with metal bars that you would see in a prison cell.
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I stood in front of the door, began to stretch my arms and legs, prepared for a running start.
"Ok, here we GO!"
I charged the door as fast as I could, landed a heavy punch, began hammering repeatedly on the door with every ounce of strength I had.
"HEY, LET ME OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL GUT YOU ALL LIKE LITTL-"
Banging on the door and shouting empty threats was starting to become my daily routine, I'd spend 12 minutes each day pounding on the large piece of metal like it was my worst enemy. It was pointless effort, but it did provide a great source of exercise. Though I didn't like the people who locked me up here, they weren't evil. In fact, they supplied me with 3 meals a day and plenty of refreshments. They gave me new clothes when I needed them and magazines so I would have at least an idea on what was happening out in the world. The only thing that they didn't let me do was watch T.V., the only thing that was on there was Earth just spinning around and around, doing and showing nothing else. I had to create a lot of hobbies in order not to scum to boredom, and beating the door everyday was one of those hobbies.
Okay, I think thats enough for today, now on to the magazines. I didn't have a lot of magazines, but some were at least enough to keep me occupied, I would always get a new addition of the fashion magazine everyday. I wasn't the least bit interested in fashion, but seeing what Junko Enoshima says about the types of clothes she likes and what she suggests always intrigued me for some reason.
DING
"Hold on I'll be right there"
That was the bell signaling that my breakfast had arrived, and I was excited for today's menu. Eggs, biscuits, and gravy is my favorite breakfast meal to start the day with. I mean, who wouldn't want this stuff right. I had no shortage of food and water, I had a comfy bed, stuff to read, and a nice apartment. What else could anybody ask for, but it was not the life for me. I had long gotten used to this. I wanted something more, something that they've never given me. Freedom. I wanted to get out of here and see the world, meet new people, and eat all kinds of foods that I've never even had before. Someday, I'll get out of this place, someday they'll set me free, someday they'll-
Before I took a bite out of my biscuit, I heard the door knob jiggling. It wasn't ten minutes past breakfast and somebody looked like they were trying to get in. This confused me for a second, before I realized that someone could have snuck in, found out where I was, and was here to bust me out. I had never been so happy in my entire life, without hesitation, I bolted for my path to freedom, and began hitting it to let them know I was here.
"HEY, I'M IN HERE. OPEN THE DOOR. I'VE BEEN STUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE AND I'M TIRED OF IT. I'M TIRED OF BEING LOCKED IN THIS HELLHOLE. SO PLEASE HURRY AND OPEN THE DO-
SHINNG
Instead of being greeted by my rescuer, I was greeted by three huge, very long, and very sharp claws that had pierced straight through the door. I watched as they raked down the door as if it was paper, creating a small window into the hallway.
"Wha- what is-"
As I looked through the three holes the claws created, so terrified that I was shaking, a bright glowing red eye was staring right back at me. It glimmered a little brighter for a second, acknowledging that it sees me. Which was enough to make me shout in terror as I quickly backed away from the door. I was so scared I didn't know what to do, I never expected anything like this to happen, I didn't even know what was going on. It only got worse when the hinges on the door snapped, and the claws pulled the door off and into the dark hallway. I then heard squeaking, no I'm not kidding, the thing started to walk in with a squeak in its step. As it creeped in, I began to see the cause of my fear. It was a giant bear, white on one side and black on the other. The white side looked like a normal teddy bear, but the black side had the red eye I saw earlier, and smile that a creepy killer would have. I looked at it's paws which had the claws it used to tear off the door with little effort, the same claws I could only guess that be used on me next. No words could describe what I was feeling at that moment, saying that I was terrified would be the biggest understatement of the century. The bear then looked me with it's menacing red eye, it looked like it was studying me. Then it gave a creepy mechanical chuckle and charged straight for me.
