"Wake up Alfred."
The voice blares and echoes throughout the white empty space.
"WAKE UP!" A distorting surge of light becomes more warped.
A surge of white light fills the room and slowly dilates into a dark surrounding. Alfred tries to get up, but his knees failed him. "Why am I here? What am I doing HERE!?" He looks around in confusion as the whole scenery begins to morph into shape. The light is replaced with mixes of objects and shadows that creates the room. As the room slowly begin to form, Alfred could only muster in a few blinks and remained still in his confused state. The room reveals itself to be an old country home, littered with dusty pots and pans. The windows, dirty from years poor maintenance, barely lets a ray of light through from all the dust that is being collected.
Alfred couldn't move his body. He feels plastered to the floor.
As Alfred looks around the surroundings, there crept a figure behind the dark. The hallway becomes filled by an object, humanoid of the sort.
Waiting on the other side of Alfred stood a tall figure about Alfred's height. The figure leans on the wall and folds his arms, light barely penetrating the corridors which reveal a slight glimpse of the mysterious face. His posture makes no context of threat nor desire to move. Ever so slightly, as if in slow motion, he stood upright.
Alfred tries to get on to a correct footing but stumbles midway. "You." Alfred begins to quiver and he begins crawling away from the direction of the figure. "YOU BROUGHT ME BACK HERE! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE." Fear filled Alfred's voice, tears begin to form from the corners of his eyes. "Iggy! Take me away, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here." Alfred quickly moves towards the furthest corner of the room. He protects himself behind a small oven and kitchen counter. Alfred rocks himself in a fetal position and begins to chant his fears repetitively. "You promised me, You told me, You swore! YOU SWORE! YOU PROMISE YOU WOULDN'T COME BACK!" Alfred pointed to the figure, his finger violently shook in fear.
The shadowy figure slowly begins to creep through the hallway. Each step makes an audible creek and the ominous sound gets even louder with each forthcoming step.
Alfred quickly stood up and he stretches his arms for anything. If there anything that is within arm's reach, he can use it to throw.
Alfred froze then he began receding back further into the corner while holding a pan, "DON'T YOU COME CLOSE TO ME! Don't YOU DARE!" Alfred tries to throw pots and dishes at the figure, but it seems like it wouldn't make an impact. At this point, Alfred begins to wail out dreadful threats. "It's loud, it's loud! Get away from me! Iggy, it's so LOUD!" Alfred forcefully shield his eyes as if he is pretending the figure will disappear if so. He slumps down again and cradles himself in a rocking motion. "Iggy take me away, get me out of here." He breaks out into a sob. "Please please please." The mysterious figure's steps become heavier and louder, it is as if you are listening to steel beams being dropped. Repeatedly the steps echos, the hallway seems even more elongated than usual. The room darkens as the windows that barely provide light doesn't shine a speck at all. The room pitches itself in a plethora of grays and blacks. The only light source that enables vision is the candle that stands weak and frail on the brown dining table. The room begins to chill and you can almost feel there is a sense of sadness that resonates throughout the poorly done paintings that hung dryly upon the torn down walls.
Just as Alfred lifted his face from his hands, there stood the figure just a few inches from him.
"I'm back."
When the personality switches, their other reality awakens.