Mike Newton POV
I woke to a room that was pitch black. Huh, that's weird. I don't even remember fainting. Suddenly, a light flickered on. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
The light was solely focused on my, the rest of the room remaining the same pitch black as before. I glanced around in confusion. "Hello?"
"Hush, Mike," a small, child-like voice answered. "This won't take very long, not very long at all."
I squinted my eyes, attempting to see past the unending shadows. In front of me, leaning against the wall, was a small silhouette. I blinked again in disbelief. "Kid?"
There was a tiny sarcastic and critical laugh, and then Kid stepped into the light. "Yes, Mike. Are you happy to see me?"
"I mean no, not really. I'm just like super confused," I replied, leaning back to try and stretch my curved spine. It was beginning to get really sore and stiff.
Kid stared at me blankly for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes. "Alright, smartass, I'll leave you to be alone then." With that, Kid disappeared into the darkness once again.
"Alright, peace!" I called to him.