Stanley found himself suddenly transported to a completely different location, one with pure white walls all around him from the ground to the ceiling. His eyes could not perceive any depth in there at all for some reason.
He immediately activated his powers, slowing down time, only to realize that nothing was happening at all. He could not feel the air around him getting thicker or his breathing becoming harder.
He freaked out. What was going on? Had his powers been stripped? Had he died? Or… was he hallucinating somehow?
"WELCOME!" a loud voice came from all around him, mixed with cheers and some sort of music in the background. Something appeared in front of Stanley and he quickly reached for the knife on his belt, only to realize that he did not have one at all.
Stanley looked down to see where his knife had gone and realized that the belt he had made from the pelts of the deer they had killed was nowhere to be found.
All he was wearing was…
