Yes, I'm putting a fancharacter in. So sue me. You don't have to read it, you know, so don't be a troll.
Chapter 2
Lost
(1st Person P.O.V.: Stephany)
I quickly sat up and looked around. I was in a bedroom, but not my own; I couldn't for the life of me remember where I was or how I got here. Maybe I'm just dreaming… but this doesn't feel like a dream. Everything here seems far too real; besides the fact that I can wake myself up almost instantly if I'm dreaming.
I got out of bed and silently looked around the room; I didn't dare to venture out just yet, besides, it's kind of cozy in here, what with all the candles lit. I searched every inch of the room, finding nothing more than a few bottles of oil at first… then I came across a lantern. I recognize the shape of that lantern…
The realization hit me like a rock. Of course. Amnesia. Not my favorite game to play, but I play it often enough for me to recognize it. I just can't believe I didn't notice earlier; everything looks almost the same as it does in the game. But how did I get here? I couldn't have been sucked into the game…
…could I?
I pushed the thought out of my mind; there was nothing here to suggest that it isn't just a dream, especially since I'm a lucid dreamer(meaning I can control myself, or the person who represents me, in my dreams), so I might be dreaming. I shouldn't have played Amnesia for six hours before bed…
Upon searching the closet, I found my "replica" Assassin's Creed gear. I made it all myself; don't ask how, it's far too complicated to explain. The blades in the gloves work, too. I put on the cloak and gloves, putting the hood up as well. I tested the blades; sure enough, they worked without a hitch, even the hook-blade, which sticks sometimes.
Damn, I'm a nerd. I still can't believe I made all of this myself.
The outfit looks exactly like Altiar's white one in Revelations, except made to fit me. I have a small pouch on the right side to put things in, like coins or small objects. I don't steal, trust me, but sometimes having a pocket really helps. And the blades are very helpful when I go hunting.
I walked over to the door and opened it; looking around, I saw nothing at first… but then I heard the growl of one of the monsters… the Grunt, I think? I don't know, the one that's the most common. I silently closed the door, locking it with some finesse with the hook-blade. I snuck to the other side of the room, ready to pounce if I need to…
