The loud shrill of the alarm is the first thing that wakes him, the second is the fact he's lying on his back and blinking up at a pristine white ceiling. Without thinking he arcs his arm out and slaps the alarm with his hand, fingers fumbling blindly to turn the damn thing off before it gives him a headache. He succeeds, but jerks his hand back
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"No shit, you think?" Dean grumbled, then glanced back into the room he'd come out of which looked normal enough, though eerily quiet. "Somehow I really don't doubt that."
"So where am I? 'Cause this sure as shit wasn't where I went to sleep."
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"I don't know." He admitted, with a slight shrug.
"Same thing happened to me. I was on a train and then suddenly I was here." He said, a hint of a frown on his face. He'd been wandering around for a while now, and he was sure people back home were worried about him. "All I know is that this place is weird."
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"How long you been here anyway?"
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"And I don't know much."
He had his thoughts, but they were.... Unpleasant. Things he could figure out by listening and watching the things around him. Things he'd rather not think too much about.
"A while?" It was bad, but he hadn't really paid much attention to the time passing. "Maybe four or five days."
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"Someone or something brought us here, so there's gotta be a way out, we just have to find it."
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As much as it wasn't his style, but rather, something one of his friends would say... ".... Now I'm getting a headache..."
Letting his hand drop to his side again, he looked at the other man, mask of neutrality firmly in place again. Could play poker with the best of them and never even lose a hand with this particular expression. "I think it's safe to say "something" rather than "someone" though."
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"Welcome to my life." Dean muttered.
"Well whatever it is, there's gotta be a way outta here. Just gotta find it." And hope to god there's actually one to find. Of course, leave it to him to find a demonic whore house and then get stuck in it. "How many floors you been through?" Though he was sure if the guy had found an exit he woulda been long gone by now.
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"I'd say I've been through about... Twenty or so floors by now?"
There had been places he came across that looked like it was outside, but then, there were rooms that also looked like worlds unto their own, so who knew how long it could take to find a way out of here. Especially without a guide of some sort.
"But it's kind of weird."
More like really weird, TV World didn't even come close weird. Of course, the lack of shadows was a nice thing, but still.
"Like on one of the floors I found a beach inside a room."
His expression pretty much says he's not even joking about this.
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Of course, when had their lives ever been normal.
"A beach huh?" Damn this place for being tempting and demonic. If it wasn't for the latter he'd probably actually like this place.
"Well, let's go. No idea what the hell else is out there and I ain't gonna sit here like a dumbass waiting for something to happen."
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Of course, that was thinking about things in a logical way. But no, the ocean in there had been real, the beach had been real, and besides the door that had led back out into the halls, there had been no walls or anything in there so it couldn't possibly be artificial or anything.
He nodded then. He wasn't too keen on just sitting around either, and at least being two was safer than wandering around alone. This guy seemed sensible enough at least, so he didn't mind coming along with him, despite the whole stranger thing and all. Of course, thinking about it... 'this guy'... He supposed they'd both forgotten to introduce themselves.
".... Oh. I'm Souji Seta by the way. And you are?"
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Oh right, names would probably help huh? "Dean Winchester, nice to meet ya." Dean took off then, down the hallway that looked absurdly long, hand gripping his shotgun and pausing every now and then to push open doors with the barrel of it.
"You meet any other people here?" He asked, wondering if there were more or if they were the only ones. At some point he knew he'd have to find a room somewhere and make it a sort of base camp of sorts, preferably one that didn't look like a cupid puked all over it with all the hearts and reds and pinks he'd seen in a passing room.
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Almost up there with how the TV World had been back home, but at least he hadn't come across any Shadows or dead bodies or anything yet. Which made it marginally better than that world. Of course, the TV World, the collective heart of humanity, was back to how it was supposed to be now. Without lies and all that. But yes, this place ranked pretty high up there on the list of things that were messed up. Probably at number two or three, at least on his list.
Either way, when the other introduced himself in return, he offered a slight smile and a polite nod, "Likewise, Dean."
And then he shook his head, smile disappearing. "I met one person when I arrived. One person who was handcuffed against his will to a bed." He said, expression falling a bit more, "And whoever left him there had hung the key to the handcuffs outside the door."
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A loud slamming of doors sounded from behind them, causing Dean to swiftly turn, shotgun extended and gripped tight in his hand but saw nothing. No people coming or going. "The hell was that .." He muttered, more to himself and after a moment of still, silent watching he turned and kept walking.
This place was freaking him out.
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"But I guess it could be worse."
But he'd rather not say how it could be worse. And rather not think about it either, even if he was sure there were worse things happening in this place even as they spoke. The slamming of the doors then made him jump a bit, and he looked around quickly. But besides the two of them, the place was completely empty. That was certainly freaky and he did not like it at all.
"... Hopefully not trouble."
Hopefully. But either way, he unsheathed the sword he had slung over his shoulder, gripping it tight, that much more wary of his surroundings now.
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"Let's not stick around and find out." He muttered, quickening his pace. Looking over, Dean eyed the sword warily but said nothing. Couldn't be any weirder than him walking around with a sawed-off shotgun.
At the end of the long hall where it split into two directions was an elevator. "Thank god." He muttered. They could finally get the hell off this floor.
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