Variables are an interesting concept. They always provide an unknown factor. Some may feel smart from being able to get the correct answer but there are times when the variable is... too far of a stretch. The chance of such a variable really occuring with no former equation brings the question, how did this all start?
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His eyes opened. Sound that was gone burst alive in his ears. The smell, a mixture of too many scents to count. Suddenly, he was bumped into. *Huh?* Just at this time, Stryker realized he had left his cozy home. *Tell me this is a dream... please,* he thought as thoughts raced. Looking to the left, people were walking, to the right, people were walking. Through this, he noticed he seemed to get within a near transparent tube. As he whispered to himself, "is this some kind of sidewalk," he was bumped into again. A man wearing a classy suit, around 3 meters tall, glared at him. A clear view couldn't be taken due to the beyond bright sun that had just reached the height of midday.
*I need to get out of here* and so he finally got up from his crawling position and decided to force himself thtoght the crowd. of course, he received many glares. Upon reaching the right side of the tube, a door opened and he was suctioned through and out. Needless to say, a person with such a mind as his would have a priceless reaction. Stryker's eyes opened in shock, having trouble breathing. The wind was just too fast. Trying to let out a scream would just be pointless and so he kept his feelings inside. he was whipped around several buildings, the time almost like having been on a roller coaster. At this point, his eyes couldn't be kept open and so he wished for the best. *First off I get bumped into some people in some random world and now I'm being sent to who knows where, what's next?* After about 2 minutes, the suction lessened itself to a bearable degree when he appeared in front of a dark corridor.
The exit of the tube slowly opened as Stryker stepped inside, attempting to view what was inside. Unfortunately, all that could be seen was pitch black darkness with some implied lines here and there. Like this, he was able to infer it was a corridor. "I'm unusually perceptive today but I can see why." At this point in time, Stryker was so anxious and nervous that he couldn't feel them anymore, keeping a "calm" mind as a result. Wanting to build up his own type of suspense, he proceeded slowly down the corridor, acting like he was in some thriller/horror movie.
Pu pu!
A heartbeat gradually became the only sound he heard as his vision began to blur. The effects were beginning to come in. After beginning to calm down, his anxiety and nervousness overtook everything like a snake coiling around its prey. Next thing he knew, he was on the ground. Little did he know, a camera was situated above to his right, at the intersection between the walls and the roof. It would have been incredibly difficult to see, even if Stryker stared right at it. No one would spend so much as looking for a camera in a pitch black corridor to the point of it being tedious.
3 men were in a room, 1 sitting in a seat, the other 2 glancing over his shoulder. The sound of a crunch from eating rice crackers could be heard. 1 of them cracked a laugh. "What the hell was that, did the kid just K.O. himself almost 4 meters through the corridor or something? Damn, I thought this guy would be interesting. Who would have thought he's just some stray." The man eating the rice cracker turned his head to the left. "Damn Rocco, you don't have to be so harsh on the guy. Do we neutrali- ah wait there is no need. Just take him to an interrogation room or something. We need to find out why he was here." The cracker-eating man's voice left a hoarse vibration in the ears. The man to the right stayed quiet, unwilling. With just the light of the cameras, one would not be able to tell their physique.
"You... what made you randomly say my name, Cear (pronounced see-er)?" Rocco emphasized the name "Cear". Cear grunted at Rocco and decided to stand up. "Haaaah, I have no idea when he's going to wake up, just get one of the T-51s to pick up his ass and drag it to the interrogation room, though it seems we won't be able to get much out of him. Also, check the camera records for how he got here. Is he ok in the head or something?" As Cear said this, he crunched on another cracker and left. As it happened, a light shone and all one could see was the prosthetic leg and a gleaming purple gold staff.
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*A grey light?* Stryker opened his eyes, a tingling smell floating around. He couldn't tell what it was. Struggling to move his arms, he wondered if he was under paralysis. Looking down, he saw his arms were free. Spitting on his arm, he realized he probably wasn't under paralysis but there was some pressure holding them down. The saliva had caused pain like that of a slap which would explain the trouble he had in moving. *Tch, damn it. Where am I?* A door in front of him swiftly opened and 2 people walked inside, 1 man and 1 woman. The man was built like a bodybuilder veteran, glossy white hair that gave off an eccentric feeling. He looked to be around 6'5" and had a prosthetic leg. The eyebrows were thin and defined while he had a chiseled face that gave a sharp pierce through Stryker's mind.
A staff was strapped to his back, a mystical glow emitting. The woman wore a white suit with Lotus patch on her shoulder. She had black hair and wore dark red lipstick, obviously a professional in whatever her job was. Stryker began hyperventilating as he realized his circumstances. The room had no windows, a silvery-white all round with nearly no items besides 2 chairs and a table. As she sighed, the woman settled herself down at the chair opposite Stryker and organized her items but... she had brought none. "Oops, I forgot I didn't bring anything, haha." An expression of slight disdain filled his face, and the man noticed. "Hey kid, don't even. This is how she is, just accept it." Instantly, Stryker's expression changed to that of a worrisome one.
Clearing her throat, she began to speak. "Hello citizen, it has come to my knowledge that you have entered a restricted area. We have came to interrogate you, any questions?" Stryker hesitated, then asked, "did you use any anesthesia on me while I was in the pitch black corridor?" The man squinted. "No, you passed out yourself, I don't know why." Stryker still wasn't aware that he was too anxious and nervous to feel it, therefore no one would ever know the cause of why. "Is that is," the woman asked. Stryker nodded and began to settle back, painting a calm expression with a smirk despite the cold sweat trickling down his forehead. "In that case, let us begin."
~~Unexpected Circumstances End~~