text: P456 wakes up laying on the floor in his room. What he expected to see was what he always had- a steel window on the blank cream colored wall, an oak dresser, of course with all its drawers stuck shut, a bookshelf on the far wall, empty as always, and the door. Door? No. A door is used to go one place to another and as far as p456 knew, that was no door. It was a white extension to the wall that happened to have a stiff handle on itt. as p456 woke he felt the odd phenomenon of somthing being very very wrong. He looked for a minute at the flat cream colored cieling. He sat up. he was breathing heavy and sweating, and he was scared. He had never been scared in his life he always just stood from the floor and stared at the blank walls then when he felt tired he would fall to the ground and close his eyes. When they opened, he was back to staring. But now, as he looked down at his grey one peice, which now was soaked in sweat, he began to feel frightened. He stood and scanned the room. The bookself was to no surprise still empty. The dresser still there, drawers stuck. The walls still sat cream colored and blank. What was so terrifing to p456???? He turned twords the door and his eyes became huge, opening his mouth to scream but instead he collapsed to the ground. His breathing became fast and quick. He pussehed back to the cream wall and stuck his head in between his knees. He wimpered and teared squezzing his body tight to him. The shaking started after a few minutes taking over his whole body. He was twitching and spasming in between tears. four hours passed of the shivering and sweating and crying and wimpering. When p456 was all our of tears and body full of strain of being huddled he sat in the same spot and stared at what was terrifing every single nerve in his body. He stared and stared and stared he was still shaking but now he was laying crunched up on the flat stone ground. He became insane. He stood and started laughing. He laughed and stared and laughed. His right arm spasmed and he laughed. p456 decided to ram his head into the stone. He knelt laughing histarically. He leaned low then pulled back and slammed his head onto the grey stone. Again and again and again and again and again. His vision was the first to go. It was just after his jaw shattered to about 23 pieces. After his vision went it was about 2 more blows until he lost control of his body. He tumbled over onto his back. The skin on his head torn open and bleeding profusel. He chuckled and laughed. He coughed, spilling blood all over the grey meterial. He let out one last chuckle and muttered four simple words before he kelled over and died.