Originally Posted by
Kris
Welcome to my office lost ones. You must be wondering why you are here and if there are others around. Well, yes, obviously there are others, but like you they are oblivious to everything around, and you cannot contact them or hear them.
We shall now begin your interrogation. I will ask you questions and you will be given the option to respond. This will be a weekly based questionnaire, so by all means get yourselves comfortable inside your room while I conclude your answers and deduce the action I might take against you.
I will tell you this. Only one of you will leave his or her room alive, and yes... there are high chances of death in this game.
Let us start this game by having you looking up to the camera located at the top area, right below the roof.
Good, now smile, and please answer me this: "what is your name and why do you think you have been brought here?"
P.K. observed the room quietly from the bed, or what she assumed was a bed. It was a ginormous teddy bear. The room was small but it was colorful, the walls were painted blue with small green hills and fields of flowers with the occasional tree. It was like a kids room. And it was filled to the brim with cute little stuffed animals, some of them she'd owned once but most she'd never seen in her life.
She wasn't sure how to take this. One on hand everyone in RPAlandia seemed to think she was super adorable, which she'd come to expect even come to like it a little. But this was a little much. P.K. bit her lip as she thought trying to remember what she was doing before she fell asleep, could she have accidentally wandered into someone else's dream? was she even in RPAlandia?
She paused in her thinking as she heard a voice, the sound absorbed into the plush bodies scattered around the room keeping it from echoing. "Kris?" she asked blinking before looking around the room again. she was rather confounded but she supposed all she could do was answer the question for now to see what would happen. And then she'd have to have a talk with Kris once she got out of here.
Looking to the camera she gave a small smile. "My name is P.K. Scrittor. As for why I'm here..." she trailed off and thought as she looked over the plush animals. "I can only imagine that its for some kind of entertainment or perhaps Kris thinks I need to be put in a box for some reason." she said leaning over to pick up a stuffed dog and look at it for a moment. Was there a puzzle to this or just... questions?
Originally Posted by
Kris
Subject #21116 also known as @P.K.;
"We approve of this answer, you may keep your life for this round"
The camera moved around the room, zooming in and out before fixing on a particular part in the room, "Tell us, what is the meaning of happiness?"
P.K. frowned and cocked her head as it spoke again. keep her life? Oh dear. Perhaps this was more serious then she thought despite the adorable room she'd been placed in. She watched the camera for a moment as silence enveloped the room. Round? did that mean there would be a series of questions or tests determining weather she'd be kept alive? She didn't like this at all. She slowly placed the plush she was holding down and stood to wander the room.
When the voice spoke again P.K. paused for a moment before turning to regard the camera again. After a moment she moved to stand in front of the area the camera was focusing on. "the meaning of happiness." she sighed. "That depends on so much, or at least that's what people think." she said. "Don't people often make the excuses that to be happy one must be rich? Beautiful and flawless? Loved by all and with out trial through our lives?" She gave a slight shake of her head. "No, I believe to truly be happy, and not in a fleeting sense but in a real true happiness the lasts, is to be satisfied with one's situation, mind you that doesn't mean to not have dreams or aspire to be or do better. Happiness its to learn to love yourself, your flaws and your strengths, to find joy in the everyday little things, to find beauty in the world around you even during hard times. Often times it is the poor, those who are only loved by a few and those who have stumbled and struggled and grown who are the most happy." P.K. said quietly. "If you never knew sorrow or pain you would never know what true happiness and joy is."
P.K. sighed gently. "Happiness is not gained thought material items, and it is not dependent on others around you. So ... in short. the meaning of happiness, I think, Is were a person is in a state of mind where they are glad, they see beauty in the world and themselves without relying on others opinions. And while they strive for better they are content to love themselves as they are in that moment."
Originally Posted by
Kris
Subject #21116 also known as @P.K.;
"Curious", said the voice, "We did not expect such answer".
There was a silent before the camera angled itself, zooming in, "What do you think friendship is?"
In the background there came a bullet noise, gunshot.
"Pay no mind to the sound, that person failed", the voice became louder, "Now answer the question"
P.K. quirked a small smile at the camera. "What kind of an answer did you expect?" she asked with a chuckle. she went back to looking at the room as it went silent again, waiting to see what might happen next. After a moment she seated herself on the teddy bear bed once more and settled down as the system came back to life and asked a new question. "What do I think..?" She murmured quietly. before she could start on her thought a sound echoed from beyond her door, sounding distant but it made her jump. it sounded like gunfire. But her concern was confirmed by the systems next words.
"Failed?" P.K. felt herself go a little pale at the connection. "O-oh my." she breathed. This was not good. "W-well uh..." she started trying to turn her attention back on the question. "What do I think friendship is?" she breathed trying to calm her racing heart. "Well lets see. I guess to my understanding its a connection between two people. Specially between two people who are not blood related." She said looking down at her hands fiddling with her fingers as she thought.
"These people can connect in a special way, maybe its through something they both enjoy, or through an experience they both had, maybe even brought together from something tragic. And true friendship is not so easy to break and can weather's life's storms. These people can go with out speaking or seeing each other for months and even years but when they do see each other they recognize each other instantly and embrace once again and start right where they left off." she said thoughtfully. "A friend is someone who can rely on to love you and bring the beast out of you, to raise you up during trials and ground you in life."
Originally Posted by
Kris
Subject #21116 also known as @P.K.;
"You speak highly of friends", said the machine softly.
"If given the option between you and your friends, would you decide they should live instead of you? or would you choose your own life?"
P.K. nodded slowly in thought. "Everyone needs someone," she responded quietly mostly to herself. she sat silently for a time wondering if someone else had failed this round. Were they really dead? or was that for dramatic effect for their sake? she looked down at the stuffed animals in the room, the view of the room contrasted greatly with the feeling of the situation. She looked up again as the voice asked another question and blinked feeling her gut knot for a moment.
"You ask a hard question," she spoke finally. "One really never knows what they will do till the actual situation arises. Of course, I want to live. doesn't everyone?" she asked quietly. "Human's naturally turn towards self-preservation." "but I.. would like to think that I would choose to stay behind to save someone I care about." She looked up to the camera with a look of concern.
Originally Posted by
Kris
Subject #21116 also known as @P.K.;
"We understand", said the voice, "It is a noble choice and by so... we will honor it".
Gas is leaking through the ceiling and P.K. collapses to the ground.
P.K. has been removed from the game.
Originally Posted by
Kris
Epilogue
As he regains consciousness Storm looks around himself. He is tied to a chair and before him a table upon which there is a cake.
"See it was not all a lie!", Kris appearing out of the blue cutting herself a slice of cake with a knife and chewing slowly, "I don't want people to think I'm lying or anything, yes? Of course there will be cake for the winner, yes?"
She continued to eat, smudges of choclates all over her face, "I'd offer you some, but you seems a little tied up at the moment".
Storm then looks around to see P.K., bluemoon and Breggo13 all working in the office as if nothing had happened. So they have not died after all.... but... Upon closer examanation Storm can see some kind of collars with beeping lights around their necks. Was it maybe a control system to make sure everyone were working?
So he is indeed the winner, but... the cake was still a lie and...
Storm looks up only to see another collar in Kris hands which in doubt heading next for his own neck. she grins as she places it on him and activate it.
Yup, no one actually ever leaves Kris office.
But at least he got a nice badge.
GAME OVER
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