'Ugh. What happened last night?' I thought as I slid out of bed. I brushed at my short brown hair that was bright and wavy, reaching down to her shoulders. Currently, my hair blocked most, if not all, of my vision. A variety of pink and white hair clips littered the surface of the nearby table along with my other small personal items, which were either mixed in with the hair clips or laid besides the table. The bed had felt slightly uncomfortable. 'I must've fallen asleep in my clothes again.' My clothes were wrinkled after spending a night in bed. First brushing the surface of my bright pink tank top and short sleeved white jacket, I felt a small bulge in one of my coat pockets, but I ignored it. 'Must be my phone.' Tossing that thought aside, I did the same to my bright blue flared jeans, reaching the small pink flower designs on the bottom after a few moments, then slid my white sandals with similar pink flowers onto my feet, which were at the foot of the bed. I still looked like a hobo, but even less so, which I saw as an improvement.

Brushing my bangs out of her eyes, a much darker brown in comparison to my hair, I finally realized I was very out of place. For starters, I didn't even recognize the building I was in, but it was definitely an ER room. It was definitely strange to see it blatantly written on a piece of paper that was left on the door. 'As if people need to know where they are when they're in emergency care.' I hated this. Someone must be pulling some sick joke and they'd scream at each other for a bit with me threatening to contact one of their professors, and them convincing me it was a harmless joke. Usually situations like this never ended well whenever I was involved. However, I did take notice of the room's strange layout. There was a sink and some counter space in one corner with some cabinets above and beneath it with a small light between the rows of cabinets that partially illuminated the room, but not fully, leaving some darkness. I had woken up in the bed diagonally away in the corner from the sink. It didn't look or feel very comfortable, and it had drab blue sheets with a tiny metal table beside it. I carefully took each of the hair clips that rested atop the table, securing my bangs with them so I could actually function like a normal human being.

It seemed like an eternity, but I did finish getting all of those hair clips on, and I walked over to the sink afterwards, examining my reflection in its surface. For some reason, I had no mascara and eye shadow on, so I pulled out the two necessary pieces of makeup and put a modest amount of mascara and pink eyeliner on my face. Once I was satisfied, they were quickly tossed back into the backpack as quickly as they came into existence, and I slung the straps over my shoulders, checking the various buttons I had attached to them. The buttons were needlessly cute, and I realized the futility in trying to ascertain whether or not they were all there; there were simply too many to keep track of, and it would be for the best of one or any went missing. That was when I saw it. The item in question was a white, yellow, blue, and pink bracelet that resembled a watch, prominently displaying the number [3].

"What the...?" I pulled on the cold bracelet that held tightly onto my wrist. Flipping over my wrist, I saw that it was firmly clamped around my arm, barely moving when I tried to push it off of me. I tried smashing the face of the bracelet, eventually giving up after it not leaving a single scratch, and proceeded to smash it against the nearby counter. After what was probably a few minutes, I examined the bracelet again, finding it perfectly fine. "How?!" I screamed, now trying to stomp on it.

I regained my composure a few minutes afterwards, giving up on removing the bracelet. I knew something was definitely wrong about this whole predicament and bracelet, but wasn't crazy enough to sever my own hand, plus there wasn't anything sharp enough in the room. Trust me, I searched what I could. My search was only of three of the six cabinets near the sink, which were the only ones that were unlocked, the bed I awoke in, my backpack, and the white plastic document holder mounted on the door. There was a window, but it was firmly blocked off with something that resembled a ventilation vent lid, and the door was locked and wouldn't break easily, meaning I would have to find the key. It was a bit strange that the door locked from the inside, though; a taboo design feature for hospital rooms.

Seek a way out!

I didn't find a great deal of things, but I found a manila folder in the document holder, a stethoscope, two small pill bottles, and a pen. There were a few documents in the folder, all pertaining about me, but all without my name and some details were omitted, such as career and various other things you would expect to find in a typical profile of a person. There were even two pictures of me clipped on with a paper clip, one of the front of my face, the second being of the side of my face.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Birthdate: April 2

Height: 5 Feet 6 Inches

Weight:

Chest Size:

Other Notes: Digital Roots

'Some of this stuff is a little... weird to have on hand.' I found it strange why my chest size of all things was important enough to have its own little space along with the mention of digital roots, but I am one to judge, so I decided to take it with me for privacy's sake, tossing it into my backpack. All of the belongings I had left in my backpack were still there, with the addition of the manila folder. The stethoscope was what you would expect to see in a hospital, and it wasn't all that interesting. The pill bottles were a bright orange with white caps, and were those little ones you had to push down on and twist to open. Neither had a prescription sticker on them. One held a small cylinder that would normally be found in a music box, while the other held a small key. Upon finding the key, I left its pill bottle on the counter and walked over to the door, frustrated that the key wasn't for this door, for it was much too small. Instead, I tried the locked cabinet doors, successfully unlocking the two locked cabinets above the sink, leaving the contents of the last one on the bottom row a mystery.

I was a bit worried. For all I knew, something bad could have happened, which is why I was determined as ever to get out of here. The first cabinet held a large white bottle with a blue lid. There was a four number lock on the plastic lid with a keyhole on the top. It was currently locked, but I recognized it as one of those containers that could lock and hold multiple small pill bottles. Setting it on the counter, I pulled out a strange box. It had the appearance of a large toolbox, and was somewhat heavy, giving me a tad bit of trouble getting it down. There were a number of deep, small holes in the toolbox, most likely leaving little storage space. The toolbox was a deep red with a black handle on the top and beveled edges. I counted 4 holes in all, finding a small graphic above each hole. From left to right, the graphics were the symbol of Aries, the symbol of Scorpio, the symbol of Leo, and the symbol of Gemini. I recognized them effortlessly from years of my older brother constantly pestering me about mythology. The holes has reminded me of the pill bottles, so I stuck the two I already had inside, my eyes staring at the unmoving and unfeeling white caps... you know what, spare my sanity and skip this scene! That's better. Anyways, I decided to consult the large white bottle again.

'Yes, Mr. Pill Bottle, I've been frequently getting upset by this crap I'm in!'

'Well, why don't you solve me and get on with this game.'

'Of course! Let's solve your freaking puzzle before I go even more insane!'

Pill Bottle Theatre brought to you by not Akita Yamazaki.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I don't know either... wait a minute. Get out of here it's not your turn yet!"

After Akita Aki Akiza Sae Chiyo whatsherface something flipped out after Pill Bottle Theatre.

"Let's see, that profile mentioned digital roots and had a few numbers down. Maybe it was talking about this?" I held Mr. Pill Bottle in one hand and the manila folder in the other, looking it over again. 'Oh right, one sign of going crazy is talking to inanimate objects. So, I should input 6256? Wrong?! Then 6422! Again?! Fine, then, I'll use 6666 you satanist!' Big surprise, the bottle is still shut even though I continue to yell profanities at it and I jammed the key I had in it, which fit. Despite my efforts, it remained locked. "You know what? I don't care Mr. Pill Bottle." I had walked away and set it on the ground before I charged at it again, kicking it into the wall. I scurried over to it, trying to pry it open, but it remained shut.

I sat down on the ground, feeling defeated by by Mr. Pill Bottle. I pulled the folder out again and looked over the details. I knew for certain that the first number was 6 unless this puzzle has some convoluted answer, which I wouldn't find unreasonable. Then I noticed that there were only 4 filled in parts of my personal information; equal to how many numbers were required for the pill bottle lock, meaning that I needed to use each section for a number. That meant that the first number was obviously 6, followed by a more confusing 3 because girls usually had two X chromosomes, making them girls, which gave me said 3. Next was another 6 if I counted April as a 6, and finally another 6 by converting my height to be entirely inches. Mr. Pill Bottle silently opened, revealing 9 more orange pill bottles: Pill Edition rather than Random Object Edition.

"Who knew my personal information was so satanic?" I asked the empty room. "I need help."

Placing the toolbox on the countertop, I set the nine pill bottles in a row next to it, inspecting the contents of each.

Pill bottle number 1 held 1 orange pill; pill bottle number 2 held 7 white pills; pill bottle number 3 held 13 pink pills; pill bottle number 4 held 5 blue pills; pill bottle number 5 held 9 red pills; pill bottle number 6 held 3 blue pills; pill bottle number 7 held 8 yellow pills; pill bottle number 8 held 2 green pills; and pill bottle number 9 held 2 gray pills.

I found it strange that there was a variety of colors chosen, each making it easy to differentiate the pills from one another. The large blue numbers on each cap also helped, which were conveniently provided in the previous paragraph.

Already knowing the answer, I stuck the first bottle beneath the Aries symbol, the seventh beneath the Scorpio symbol, the fourth beneath the Leo symbol, and the sixth beneath the Gemini symbol. The toolbox satisfyingly made a click as it unlocked as I opened it to reveal a simple Phillips head screwdriver. It didn't appear to be anything special. It was just there. Snatching up my prize, I looked around the room for anything I hadn't successfully interacted with yet, setting my sights on the final cabinet. I opened the bottom middle cabinet, happily finding my prize: the hinges of the locked cabinet. I unscrewed them with ease as I removed the screws and cabinet door from their previous positions, revealing a large black safe. The numbers 1 to 100 stretched round the base of the knob. I now knew what I had to do next, preparing the stethoscope for use. I set its diaphragm on the cold metal near the knob as I slowly turned it to the right until I heard a faint click when it reached 12, then I made a full rotation to the left and continued until I heard another faint click at 2. I figured there were no more numbers left when I reached 24, but the combination wasn't complete yet. Continuing on, I made my way to 38, finishing at 10. I opened up the safe, being greeted with a strange wooden box.

It was fashioned out of light oak, and was sealed shut, refusing to even be pried open. I was afraid that I would break whatever was inside, so I chose the sensible way of opening it. Upon closer examination, it was quite plain, looking like a simple wooden block, but the gap and the hinges said otherwise. Unfortunately for me, the screws required a flathead, making my Phillips head useless. There was a small slot, similar to a battery holder, but it was far too big for a normal one. That's when it hit me. 'I'm finally using this thing. Is this what they call bookend?' I didn't care anymore. I just wanted out of this puzzle and nothing was going to stop me now! The cylinder began to spin, somehow producing a song. It was short and simple, so I guess I somewhat enjoyed it? The box sprung open and almost out of my grasp, revealing a key with a [3] as its bow. I quickly pulled it out of the box, not examining it further since I was tired of this whole situation. I placed a few of the items I found inside my backpack, especially since they could prove useful later.

I tentatively approached the door, uncertain about my feelings. On one hand I desperately wanted out of this room, while on the other I was worried about what I would find behind it. Instead of dwelling on the situation and consulting some random object again, I stuck the key in the lock, turning it and unlocking the door. Finished with my worries, I swung the door open, revealing a plain looking hallway with drab gray walls and off white floors. I partially walked out, my arm resting against the doorframe as if I was slightly hugging it. The door was still slightly open, but I pulled away, watching the door slowly close, leaving me alone in the quiet halls of what I hoped was a hospital as faint tapping came from the hallway to my left.

Hello everyone! Here's me hoping that you enjoyed the chapter that took too long to write! This girl is fun to write, and I thank SanityRequiem for sending her! Also, so many references; I've practically buried this chapter in them. Moving onto something that everyone actually cares about...

To tobi-is-an-artist-too, that's Infinity for you! She's great at breaking stuff and uses violence to solve her problems with inanimate objects. :) Also, thank you a lot! I wanted something to set myself apart from any SYOCs for Zero Escape, so I decided to add puzzle sequences unlike the app, which is just the visual novel. Also, for anyone who didn't notice the reference, it was the painting in the bathroom. Infinity disrespected the Funyarinpa!

To LeonPianta, ah, the wonders of children in writing. Hope you enjoyed this crazy lady just as much as I did!

To SanityRequiem, not as bad as you, though. Never trust children with Requiem. Not like Infinity is much safer with me. :D #InfinityProtectionSquad. Infinity's got style when she solves her puzzles. B) I honestly don't know what I'm doing anymore with these emoticons. Well, lo and behold, Chimera is here, do not fear! Well, maybe be afraid of her. Your personal opinion.

To Colton989, thank you! Also, he'll appear. Soon. That is, unless I suddenly die, such as from spontaneous combustion. Probably would be the equivalent of how long it's taken me to update this story.

Anyways, I hope you have a nice day!