You can only remember one thing before you ended up in this place. You walked around the Boiler Room hoping you'd come across something unique. Eventually, just like last time, the effect of malnourishment slowly took effect. Your legs began to shake with each step you took, your head hurt like hell, and you felt like collapsing on the floor. At that point, you were hoping for anything. Anything but the feeling of a heat stroke would be better than this, right?
How naive you were.
What did you expect when you walked into here? Blue skies? A sunny day? An ending? Maybe even... death?
Well, whatever it was, it was just hope. It's all just hoping with you. "Hopefully, I'll find an outpost soon! Hopefully, I can reach an exit! Hopefully, I'll somehow get out of this place once and for all!". Well here's to hoping. Look where it's got you now. Now you're just creeping through these halls like a blind idiot. For the past six days, the only thing you've been doing is sliding your hands across every wall HOPING that you could find something else.
Why didn't you stop while you were ahead? You had every chance to live the rest of your life securely. There were people caring for you, trying to keep you alive. You built a name for yourself on every level, and you abandoned it all. What are you "hoping" for at this point? What is your motive for slowly killing yourself? It's obvious that you don't remember. You probably don't remember a thing about yourself. And the desperate screaming fits you have every once in a while prove it.
You're going crazy. You've most likely never felt this feeling before, right? The feeling of losing your grip on reality, if you'd like to even call it that. Reality. Every whisper or knock you hear is probably not even real. What are you gonna do when you actually hear something and assume it's fake? Who knows what's even in these halls? That sound you heard a while back could've just been a roach crawling on the walls. Or maybe it could've been something a bit more.. hostile?
But who knows, right? Whatever it may be, you're probably hoping it'll kill you quicker than what you're going through right now. Your body is basically eating itself alive. You only have about a few days left before your system shuts down. And for some strange reason, you continue to walk this void of nothingness, "hoping" for a way out. You don't know where you are and you haven't been keeping track, you haven't seen the light of day for who knows how long, and you don't know if there even IS an exit. All you've been doing is walking, crying, throwing up blood, screaming your lungs out, and of course, hoping.
Hoping, hoping, hoping.
Well, I hope you're happy.
Welcome to Lights Out.
