A few months earlier:
He woke up, knowing nothing. He was barely aware that he's aware of anything. His first questions popped into his head. Like what is happening, and why is the world around him dark?
"You're awakening." he heard someone say.
He felt something move. He wasn't sure of what it was, but that same thing moved again. It took him a while to realize it was him that was moving. It took him a little while longer to realize that he felt other things as well. He tried moving the closest thing to him, and in doing so, things started be less dark.
"That's it, open your eyes." he heard that same voice again.
He could only assume that the voice he heard was referring to him. He tried moving the thing which the voice called his eyes. The darkness went away, but the world was still too vague and blurry to him. He tried moving something else. He saw something moving towards his eyes. He wasn't sure of what it was, but he knew it belonged to him. It was some kind of long object, to which a flat thing was attached, from which five smaller and somewhat creepy-looking things seem to be moving.
"Your entire arm seems to function just fine." the voice spoke again.
This time, he could move something else, with which he could look at where the voice came from.
"Can you tell me your name?" some white thing near him spoke.
Although he could hear him, he wasn't sure of what he was saying, or even if he's asking a question.
"I was afraid of that." the same white thing spoke, "Doing something of this magnitude, and knowing where you came from..."
Something went through his head. He didn't know what it was, but it felt unpleasant. The flat thing with the five creepy things attached to it, he laid it near his eyes, somehow thinking it would make that unpleasantness go away.
"A headache?" the white thing asked him, "I should probably let you rest then. I've got too much work to do anyway."
The white thing turned to leave. He took two steps, but then he turned back and said: "Since you can't tell me your name... How's Al sound?"
He couldn't reply. He didn't know what he was saying, and at that moment didn't care much. But his lack of a reply made the white thing draw the wrong conclusions.
"You like Al?" the white thing asked, "Good. I know it may all seem scary to you now, but I will accomplish great things thanks to you. Remember that, Al."
That's when the white thing left. After a while, his vision became less blurry, and he could make out more things. Upon that, he somehow managed to see things, although he didn't actually see them in front of him. He saw how he fought huge monsters, how he interacted with other people who look like that white thing, except that they were often red, green, yellow, black,... or combinations of those colors. Sometimes, he remembers these things even taking off these things that make them of those colors, only to put on different things so they'd be of different colors. Then those monsters came back, and somehow he saw how he either bit, scratched, or stomped them. How could he be seeing things without actually seeing them? Also, where do they come from? Why is he seeing this? And what is this place he's in?