Choose Your Own Adventure - Part 1. $5 Reward. (Patreon)

You wake up. The world is a blur, and then suddenly still. Very, very still. And dark. There is only the red light of the switch on a surge protector in the entire cavern. You wear a watch. It has a small light, and you press it, and the time is 10:42 pm. You try to think. What is your name? How did you get here? When did you last wash your hands? Nothing comes to mind as an answer to any of these questions. Then, you think - a question to which you do know the answer springs to mind. What is your favorite Youtube comedy gaming channel? That’s right, the Game Grumps. With those guys - Danny? Arnold? No, that’s not right. You’ll think of them later. For now, you fumble through the dark - trip over something that scatters across the ground, then finally find the wall.

You press your hand against the wall and keep walking. A light switch - something, somewhere - and then you press it. Nothing happens. Your fingers spindle across the plate, find more light switches, press them all - nothing. What? Finally, more and more switches - and LIGHTS illuminate the room.

The room you’re in is filled with knick knackery. You let it all in. In your life, you don’t remember ever seeing light like this. Your face hurts. The place feels familiar. Red drapes, a hullabaloo of cabinets full of color and horrifying experiments upon them, including a lot of play-doh. A table sits in front of it all.

You know in your heart. Exactly where you are. It’s like waking up on Christmas morning - the feeling that it’s here. What you’ve been waiting for. Except not like that at all, really. You’re on the set of the 10 Minute Power Hour. How did you get here? You think about it, and then try the door. It clicks. Locked. What?!? You turn to investigate, and notice that the lights above are aimed towards the table in the center of the room.

Slowly, you look. Two broken-looking chairs, cracked off their natural axis, sit behind the table. And on top of the table is a sole object. Or a person. You don’t remember what counts as a person these days, anyways. This one doesn’t have hands, but it has a nose, mouth, and eyes. Does this count as a person? He is a color that was once yellow, but has now been stained by the passage of time and the forces of biology. As you draw near, it - he - smells completely putrid. You might throw up. But you don’t. You can’t believe that you didn’t remember this face, as the name springs to mind. Like a revelation - it booms in your subconscious.

DAVID CHEESEMAN.

What will you do next?