I stirred from my sleep and opened my eyes. A bright light made me blink a few times, but I soon got used to it. I decided to try and sit up and see where I was. In doing so, I noticed I felt... different. I couldn't remember what was normal, but something was off. I looked down at my hand and gasped.

My hand....

It has no skin!

"Whoa," I stopped myself as I heard my voice. Now that was definitely not normal. It sounded as if it had been run through a crackly, glitched out computer filter. It got more glitchy as I panicked.
"Wh-what's happening? Where am I?!"

I stood up and looked around. The place I was in was all white, nothing else as far as I could see. Now I'm officially freaked out. I looked down at my clothes. I had on a jacket, a red sweater, shorts, and slippers. It seemed vaguely familiar, but my memory remained as blank as the place I was in, no matter how hard I concentrated.

"H-hello?" I called out. No one answered. I had been standing there for... maybe a few minutes, and grew bored. I decided, meh, I'm not getting anywhere just standing here, so may as well explore. As I walked, I studied my hand. It moved and bent flawlessly, as if that was the most natural thing in the world. Then again, with how little I remember, maybe it is natural. So, why does it feel so unnatural? Have I always been like this? Why don't I remember? I checked the pockets of my shorts and jacket, hoping to find some indication of who I was or where I was, why I was here, where I was supposed to go, only to find nothing. Of course. Hey, whoever did this? You could've left me with something to remind me who I am, right? Please? What did I do to deserve this?

I continued to walk. I had the urge to look at my wrist, as if it held all the answers, and my anxiety increased when nothing was there. I started to panic, looking around at the blankness. This place... am I all alone?! That thought scared me, so I began to run. I ran as fast as I possibly could, thinking hysterically that running on just bones was bound to hurt. Instead, it felt just as natural as moving my fingers. It lifted my spirit just a little to feel a little freedom that came from running around. I realized I had no destination in mind, but I reasoned by going in a straight line, I should hit something, right?

A week of running later...

I ran, and ran, and ran. I finally couldn't run anymore, so I stopped to catch my breath. How long had I been running? Once again, I felt that urge to check my wrist, and was disappointed to find it bare. I sat down on the "floor," still catching my breath. Now what do I do? I was tired, scared, thirsty, hungry. I laid down and stared up at the endless expanse above me, trying to think of what I could do besides just run until my legs melted. Could bones melt? Best not to test it. I may need my legs in the future. Perhaps I could try calling for help? Maybe someone will hear?

"Hello?!" Ugh, my voice is so weird. I'll have to learn to get used to it.
"Is anyone out there?! Please, if anyone can hear me, I-I need help! Somebody? Anybody! Help me!"

My efforts were fruitless. No answer came, not even an echo. From what I do seem to remember, that would mean there are no walls nearby for the sound to hit and bounce off of. It was eerie and unsettling with how quiet it was. The emptiness was almost suffocating, and no matter where I turned, I could see nothing but white. My breathing quickened as my eyes(?) shrunk as they darted in every direction, and I hoped in vain that I'd see something, anything, anyone! What if I'm stuck here, alone, no food, no water, forever?

"PLEASE, ANYONE!!!" I screamed. "HELP ME!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??!!"

Tears streamed down my face as I screamed, begging and pleading for someone to come rescue me. My throat grew sore, and I eventually stopped. I decided to try walking again, and stood up. As I did, I heard something.

"Hello?" I whirled around, but no one was there. I swore I heard something. A whisper.

"Hello?!" I began running in the direction of the sound, hoping to every higher power in existence that it was some sort of search party. Then, behind me, another whisper echoed.

Wait.

I thought I established echoes were impossible...?

I ran towards it anyway, but another whisper came from my right. I stopped in my tracks, feeling confused and slightly irritated. Another whisper sounded from my left, and I looked in that direction, nothing was there. Someone was messing with me on purpose.

"Hey, whoever you are, this isn't funny! Come out and quit with the tricks!"

Either I didn't send an intimidating message, or the ones playing the prank could care less.
"Come out, you cowards!"

Suddenly, a million voices started laughing, the sound growing in volume until it was deafening. I held my head in my hands as the sound roared in my skull, screaming in pain and confusion. I collapsed to my knees, begging for them to stop.

"Stop! STOP! I-IT HURTS! STOP! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I-I DIDN'T-"

As suddenly as they had begun, the screams stopped. The pain was still very much there, but the laughter had died, leaving me in complete silence once again. Whoever was creating those voices obviously thought I was a toy for them to play with. Well, they've got another thing coming if they think they can scare me-

'ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠, 𝕄𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼!!!'

Out of reflex, I spun on my heel and raised my hand, ready to bitch-slap the living daylights out of whoever that voice belonged to. Instead, some... thing appeared above my head. It sounded a little like a revving engine, or one of those sci-fi guns, or...

I looked up. Above my head, a glitching, black, skull-looking thing loomed, about to shoot something from it's mouth. I lowered my hand, and it seemed to calm down. It disappeared soon after, which made me sad. That thing, whatever it was, could've kept me company.

'𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝔾𝕃𝕀𝕋ℂℍ!'

"What do you want from me?!"

'𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ!"

"Who are you?!"

' 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣~'

"I don't take orders from you!"

'𝕆𝕙, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ!!!'

"STOP SCREAMING AT ME!!!"

The screaming intensified, making my skull feel like it was gonna explode. I cried out, the pain and fatigue I felt erasing all my common sense. I fell to to my knees and started bashing my skull against the floor in a futile attempt to stop the screaming. It only got worse, now mixing in with the laughter at my efforts to drown them out.

'𝕆𝕙, 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣~ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖. ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕊𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼ℕℂ𝔼𝕊!!!'

My voice had grown hoarse and ragged from the screaming, so I cried silently as blood pooled onto the floor from the wounds I was making with my hands. I tried desperately to scratch them out, adding to the bruises I got from banging my head against the floor. I kept doing it, alternating between scratching and trying to crack my head open violently on the floor, until I tired myself out. I tried to cover my ears, but that didn't work, either. It was like they were inside my head! Why won't they stop? How do I make them stop?!

I can't tell how long I laid there. Hours? Weeks? Years?! WHO THE HELL KNOWS???!!! There's no sun, no moon, no stars, no nothing! Just white! Nothing but the white! Even the blood from my skull had vanished, as if anything that tried to exist here is just gone. Will I disappear? Maybe then the screaming will stop! Heh heh. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

"What a joke!" I yelled over the screaming. "Th-they won't leave me alone! They'll never stop! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

There was no humor in that laugh. I didn't want to believe it, I refused! I wasn't going crazy.... Was I? Am I crazy? Am I crazy???!!!

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Hello. Yeeeeaaaaah, dis be a pretty boring chapter, by my standards at least. But, there always has to be some exposition in a story to help it make sense, or else the audience is left with my train wreck of a dream this whole story was based on. Y'all don't wanna know what my brain does to me at night!  O^O'