A/N: Ok, so this is a short story that will have alternate endings. This first chapter is only the beginning and after this the alt endings will come. Also, this is a xover with Amnesia Justine.
Summary: For once he could make his own decisions. Was that a vice choice made by his creator to give him that freedom?
Warning: May contain character death!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or Amnesia
Final Test Start
A hollow breathing woke him from his drugged slumber. It wasn't the first time he heard something like that, but for some reason this was the first time he actually got scared by it. It was so close, breathing deep hollow breaths like it was suffocating, and it could be in the same room as him. The thought frightened him since he had never been close to any other living thing than the professor "caring" for him. He wanted to look at the unknown being and at the same time he didn't want to know what other things the professor took care off. However, the drugs in his system made everything in front of his eyes unclear and shady. A rustle of chains and a bright shadow started moving away from him. The hollow breaths went lower and lower until they were gone completely. He was alone, and the drugs put him into slumber once again.
His eyes shot open when he woke up, remembering the distant encounter with the other being. Everything he saw was still unclear, so his eyes slowly drifted shut again. The thin bed, off only a wooden frame and a dirty mattress that he was laying on made him surprised, never had he got something soft to lie down on before. He curled into a ball clutching the old torn coat tight around him in the cold humid air of the room. It was the only thing he ever received from the professor that did not hurt and that he got to keep, it is the only thing he could actually call "his". He remembered when he got it, it wasn't long ago, the professor gave it to him when he told they were moving to another place, and then he had gotten that painful needle which made him drowsy and to fall asleep. Later he had woken up for a short while in a small space; everything was moving around and throwing him back and forth. It was really cold too but the coat he had received gave him some warmth.
He decided to sit up in the bed and look around this new place he had been moved to. It was totally different from the place he had been kept in before, no walls or floor made of flat concrete or sturdy metal doors that shut everything in. This place was made of irregular rocks, the floor was slightly more flat but still irregular and the door was made of metal bars. He got up from the bed and headed over to the cell door cautiously. Torches lit up the narrow hall outside the room and he looked for any sign of life. Nothing. Nothing at all. He leaned closer to the bars to see if there was something in between them. To his surprise the door slowly slid open. A thin string connecting the door to a place on the wall snapped and someone started talking suddenly, making him jump in surprise. "Ah, so you found out the door is unlocked? I wonder, how long did it take?" He recognized the voice of the professor, but where did it come from, the voice echoed in the room. "Don't be afraid to leave, or maybe you should be. But if you stay you will certainly suffer, if you leave you just maybe will suffer." To suffer. He knew what that was, and he didn't want it. But he knew too well that it was something inescapable, he learned that a long time ago. "But there is a way for you avoid this option." The mocking laughter heard after the sentence passed by unnoticed when all focus went to what was just said. There was a way to avoid suffering. He wanted to know how. "Come find me my precious species, just follow the path, solve the problems the best way you seem fit and I will award you a special gift." The chuckle didn't faze him at all. He pushed open the cell door slowly, confident to reach his goal; no suffering. The teen boy had never had this much freedom, which scared him a bit. Only told where to go, but how he would get there, only he decides how.
