Season one:
Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine
Season two: Part one
I woke up slowly, painfully. It was so cold. Unnaturally cold. Like December in Russia cold.
The floor was covered in ice. Snow was building up in the corners. Frost covered the walls. Snow dusted from the ceiling. Ceiling! I’m inside. Why is it so cold?
I tried standing up. Took ten tries. I’m not very good at ice skating. I tried balancing myself on the ice. I looked around for signs of life. On a patch of snow was a big cyan colored bear. He wore a small black top hat with mistletoe on the side and a red and green scarf.
“Arty!” the bear shouted. “There’s something I need to show you!”
A taller, human looking animatronic spinned into the room. I know she was an animatronic, because she was nearly naked and covered in ice spikes.
“What is it Fred-”
The bear threw a snowball at her face. “You mother fu-”
The girl, who I know realized may have been a ballerina, stared at me. “Fred, there's a kid-”
“Hey little guy,” the bear walked towards me. “How did you get here?”
“Can I finish my sentences?” the ballerina complained.
“You just did,” the bear bit back. “Anyway, what’s your name, kid?”
“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.
“Ok AHHHHHHHH. Nice to meet you.”
I tried to step away, but slipped and fell on my back.
“Are you ok, AHHHHHHHH?”
“I think I broke another rib,” I said, trying to get back up. “Why am I telling you this? You’re a robot. I’m still doing it. I’ve been here for five minutes and I’m delusional. I’ll shut up now.”
The ballerina looked me up and down. “Frosty, he’s in college. I don’t think his name is AHHH.”
“Nonsense, right?”
“No, my name is Chase.” I threw my hand over my mouth.
“Ahh. Well then, sorry.” The bear took off his scarf and wrapped it around my waist.
God damn, it was cold.
“I don’t need this. I need to get out.”
The ballerina walked up. I’m still amazed how none of them go slippin slidin on this ice. “The exit isn’t here,” she said. She grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me across the ice to what appeared to be a door. She pulled it open and threw me out the door. I banged against the wall, as the ballerina closed the door again.
I tried to get up. The scarf was warming up. It felt weird to stand on solid, unmoving ground. I leaned on the wall, mentally backtracking what had happened. Birthday, truck, animatronics, broken ribs, cold, another broken rib, now. Maybe I was just worried. My back hit a lot of stuff today and was really aching.
I regained my balance and took in my surroundings again. Behind me was a plain metal wall and concrete floor. To my left, was a dead end, but my right kept going on. On the other side of the hall, the one I was just thrown from, was a cyan wall with a thermometer, then an area of wall that was gray, then one that was a reddish-orange. In the center of each colored area was an industrial door. The gray area also looked about half the size of the other two.
I began walking down the hall. Where else was I going to go? As I passed the gray section, the door burst open.
So, this is how the story is going to go. Insert skins, watch some teens be dumb and/or funny. Amazing.
