"" Gelotophobiais afearof being laughed at, a type ofsocial phobia. While most people do not like being laughed at,there is a sub-group of people that exceedingly fear it, and without obvious reasons, they relate laughter they hear to be directed at themselves""

' huh... Where.. Am I..? '

The boy's eyes opened. He was sitting on the cold, hard floor of a clean, white, cubic room. The boy peered around the room, not remembering ever leaving his room.

' where..'

As though by instinct, the boy avoided looking at the other people present.

His crimson eyes darted across the room.

' Its okay, Yami, be strong... You're fine..'

He thought to himself.

This young fellas name is Yami. No matter how distracting his spiky hair is, you'll be seeing him a lot.

After all, he is the main character.

Well, not the only one, but the main none the less.

He brushed his hand over his forehead and mumbled under his breath.

' It appears I'm in a room. Not mine though..'

Yami sighed as he thought. The room was white. Pure white.

2,499 by 2,499 Square feet. I only did that to spark someone's ocd. Thank me later - after all, it took me days to build that room.

Well... Maybe not days..

A person came into Yami's view. A blonde who had an aura around him that screamed ' idiot'. Yami looked away quickly and waited for him to leave, which he didn't.

" Hey! You're awake!" the blonde smiled, holding his hand out to Yami, who declined it.

" You OK?" he peered over to match Yami's gaze. " that other kid hasn't woken up yet, I'm really worried."

Yami didn't speak, he cautiously shuffled backwards, not looking at the person.

" I'm Jounouchi! What's your name?"

Yami was kind of pissed off, asking himself if ' Jounouchi' could read the mood or not? He stared at the snow White ground and mumbled;

"Yami... Sennen Yami..."

His voice, though soft, had a strange firmness to it that no one could put their finger on.

Jounouchi chuckled

" Nice to meet ya"

Yami stopped. He twitched a bit and bit onto his lip.

Jounouchi started asking if Yami was okay, which he was not. His mind was darting all over the place, he couldn't think or concentrate..

Or anything, really.

He heard the footsteps of someone else. The red, spherical object in the other person's hands were the first thing he saw in his peripheral vision.

" Shh.."

The person crouched down, still clutching the red sphere, which Yami noticed to be a motorcycle helmet.

The boy had beautiful amethysts for eyes, they were soft and gentle, like an angels. His skin was fair and pale and appeared to be delicate to the touch. His hair was similar to Yami's, uncontrollable spikes at the back and a set of beautiful golden bangs that framed his face. His hair looked soft and perfect, as if he'd brushed it so much it turned softer than the most expensive velvet. He looked so innocent and the complete opposite to the blonde, who was busy declaring his worry about the boy.

He felt the boys prescence to be so calming.

Yami calmed down and, as Jounouchi introduced himself, Yami got to hear the name of the person he just paid a lot of attention to.

"Yugi..."

Yami spaced out, not listening to the bumbling idiot talk about himself like as if it were the introductions in Britain's got talent. No matter how perfect Yugi was, Yami just couldn't help but bring his thoughts to the question of ; 'What if? '

' What if he laughs...'

' What if he taunts...'

' What if he lies...'

It's that kind of mindset that drives you to not trust anyone, but Yami just could not not think like that. He tucked his knees in so his chin rested on them and tried to speak.

" What.. Are we doing here...??"

His voice was quiet, the complete opposite of the confident voice that he would have on game chats. Yami felt himself shrink at every second that he spent near the two people.

He wanted to be in his room. He wanted his blankets; and games; and small, pointless gadgets.

" I dunno!" Jounouchi carelessly said, Yugi shrugging as well.

" I-it looks like there are three doors.. M-maybe we should go on one?"

The whole group nodded. Yami took some die out of his pocket and rolled them. They rolled around on the floor for a bit before stopping at a multiple of 3. So door number 3 it was.

If they had picked door 2 it would of been fine. Perfectly fine.

They opened the 3rd door and all the other doors locked. One by one they walked into the room. Echoing noises. Laughter, talking, whispering.

Each noise ran through Yami's ears. They all felt like electric currents shocking Yami one by one by one. Each time more painful than the last.

His hands started shaking, which soon changed to his everything shaking. He couldn't stand. Collapsing down to the floor, he felt dizzy and sick and hopeless. He started breathing heavily, each laugh filled him with dread and agony.

" Yami!"

He heard calls of his name, the room faded to complete darkness. He started at his hands.

Those worthless hands.

' If I wasn't so stupid, so ridiculous.. This wouldn't have bothered me.'

' But it did'

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. The main character should be strong, and galiant. Brave and heroic. They should have a reason to lose hope! Well you see folks, he isn't like that. And I'm not that simple.

He was on the floor of the room - the floors still the purest black - twitching and shaking to himself. Thinking of things to calm himself down and gain control, but obviously if it were that easy he would of had it sorted by now.

The calls of his name were pointless.

Yugi gently lifted the shaken kid so he was sitting properly and placed his head close to his own.

" No one's laughing at you..."

Yugi smiled, Jounouchi being pointless in the back.

" They're all laughing.."

Yugi whispered as Yami was trying to breathe.

" They're all laughing at me."