You try to just pass by the rooms, but you keep looking back. You can't help but wander what might be behind the doors. What if there are other people that the Doctor is trying experiments on? The thought gives you the shivers, yet you know justice is what you live for. You step carefully towards one of the doors, looking for possible traps. You know the Doctor is delusional, but that doesn't mean he's dumb. In fact, it could mean quite the opposite. When it comes down to it, he is a doctor.
You kneel on one knee, slowly wrapping your hands around the cold door knob and listening intently as you begin to turn it. When you let go, there is not a sound as the door opens smoothly on its own. The room is black. You look for a switch. There is nothing immediately next to the door. You slowly walk in. You pat along the wall until you feel a switch of some kind. You carefully touch it, examining the type of switch just in case it's the trap you were worried about earlier.
Taking a moment to build up your courage, you punch the switch down with confidence. The lights immediately turn on. You feel better about yourself. You turn around to face the room. An uncontrollably violent gasp wrenches your whole body. In front of you is the same type of chair that you were locked to, and in it, fast asleep, is you.
You hear footsteps coming down the hall. You turn around with the syringe still in your hand. You're crazy, confused, and ready. The door slowly opens, and you hope for anything but the psycho, medical man. You give a silent prayer. The footsteps stop. Then the door quietly opens. Alas, it's the Doctor. You bend your legs preparing to spring forward at a moment's warning. You watch as the Doctor takes a step closer. Something about him is different. He looks the same physically, yet his stance, his way of breathing, and the certain angle of his expression seem to have changed somehow.
He says, "Did you meet the other me also?" You are reluctant to let your guard down. You give him the scariest glare you can conjure. The man leans on the wall and continues, "I guess you have."
You snap at him, "You're not talking any sense." He looks at you and ignoring your statement says, "I owe you an apology. I don't know anything about your case, but I am a clone. I had a hard time accepting it while I was running through this maze, but I definitely am. Everything here is proof." He slumps to the ground. "I am a fake."
You look at him and wonder if he is the same man with a multi personality disorder. You slowly walk up to the crouching figure. To test him you act as if your guard is down and say, "I'm genuine." He looks up vigorously and blurts out, "You sure? Positive? Is it true there is an outside world? Is such a thing as nature true? Do you have proof?" Then his expression changes back to one of anguish and he adds, "It's not like we can get out anyway."
Still on your toes you ask him, "How do you know about those things if you've never been outside?" A smile of grimace spreads along his face. "The Doctor," he says, "he has cameras of the outside world. I thought for a big portion of my life that he had made fake scenery for one of his deranged tests." You feel bad about it all. You put your hand on his shoulder, and he starts sobbing. Determination rises in you. You don't know what is going on, but you know you're getting out of there. You ask him, "What's in the other rooms?" The Doctor-clone quietly speaks, "It changes every now and then. I've stopped looking into them."
You are reluctant to ask any more questions. It is time for action—you head towards the door. The clone is looking at you. You call, "Well, aren't you coming?" The man jumps to his feet and wipes his tears on his sleeve. He follows slowly behind you. You open the doors to each room. There is a brick wall covering each entrance. All the rooms lead to a dead end.
You look at your follower. He shrugs. You have many questions, but you ask him the one concerning the bug. He asks, "A bug? I never had a bug problem. Oh, you might be hallucinating. Wait, let me observe your eyes." He brings his face in front of yours. He says, "Yep, you're in your hallucination process. Did you let the Doctor inject you with anything?" You try to talk, but you feel too drowsy. You fall down and things begin to get dark.
You wake up. It's bright. Looking around you see that you're in a hospital bed. Everything is clean and neat. You see your dad gently touching your forehead. He's looking at you. He carefully asks, "Did I wake you?" You frown and try to remember what had happened. You ask in a haze, "How did I get here?" Your dad smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead and explains, "You were reading your book while walking down the hill until you tripped and hit your head hard against the tree." Your doctor said you might have nightmares and hallucinations. Don't worry about it though, I'm going to be right here." You feel greatly reassured, but something is uncomfortable. Your arm itches. You pull it out and seek the cause. There is a little hole stitched up. As unexpected dots connect in many different directions, you feel frozen. A familiar voice comes from right above you, "Don't worry, the little thing shouldn't be causing anymore mayhem."
The End
Lewis T. Castle
You kneel on one knee, slowly wrapping your hands around the cold door knob and listening intently as you begin to turn it. When you let go, there is not a sound as the door opens smoothly on its own. The room is black. You look for a switch. There is nothing immediately next to the door. You slowly walk in. You pat along the wall until you feel a switch of some kind. You carefully touch it, examining the type of switch just in case it's the trap you were worried about earlier.
Taking a moment to build up your courage, you punch the switch down with confidence. The lights immediately turn on. You feel better about yourself. You turn around to face the room. An uncontrollably violent gasp wrenches your whole body. In front of you is the same type of chair that you were locked to, and in it, fast asleep, is you.
You hear footsteps coming down the hall. You turn around with the syringe still in your hand. You're crazy, confused, and ready. The door slowly opens, and you hope for anything but the psycho, medical man. You give a silent prayer. The footsteps stop. Then the door quietly opens. Alas, it's the Doctor. You bend your legs preparing to spring forward at a moment's warning. You watch as the Doctor takes a step closer. Something about him is different. He looks the same physically, yet his stance, his way of breathing, and the certain angle of his expression seem to have changed somehow.
He says, "Did you meet the other me also?" You are reluctant to let your guard down. You give him the scariest glare you can conjure. The man leans on the wall and continues, "I guess you have."
You snap at him, "You're not talking any sense." He looks at you and ignoring your statement says, "I owe you an apology. I don't know anything about your case, but I am a clone. I had a hard time accepting it while I was running through this maze, but I definitely am. Everything here is proof." He slumps to the ground. "I am a fake."
You look at him and wonder if he is the same man with a multi personality disorder. You slowly walk up to the crouching figure. To test him you act as if your guard is down and say, "I'm genuine." He looks up vigorously and blurts out, "You sure? Positive? Is it true there is an outside world? Is such a thing as nature true? Do you have proof?" Then his expression changes back to one of anguish and he adds, "It's not like we can get out anyway."
Still on your toes you ask him, "How do you know about those things if you've never been outside?" A smile of grimace spreads along his face. "The Doctor," he says, "he has cameras of the outside world. I thought for a big portion of my life that he had made fake scenery for one of his deranged tests." You feel bad about it all. You put your hand on his shoulder, and he starts sobbing. Determination rises in you. You don't know what is going on, but you know you're getting out of there. You ask him, "What's in the other rooms?" The Doctor-clone quietly speaks, "It changes every now and then. I've stopped looking into them."
You are reluctant to ask any more questions. It is time for action—you head towards the door. The clone is looking at you. You call, "Well, aren't you coming?" The man jumps to his feet and wipes his tears on his sleeve. He follows slowly behind you. You open the doors to each room. There is a brick wall covering each entrance. All the rooms lead to a dead end.
You look at your follower. He shrugs. You have many questions, but you ask him the one concerning the bug. He asks, "A bug? I never had a bug problem. Oh, you might be hallucinating. Wait, let me observe your eyes." He brings his face in front of yours. He says, "Yep, you're in your hallucination process. Did you let the Doctor inject you with anything?" You try to talk, but you feel too drowsy. You fall down and things begin to get dark.
You wake up. It's bright. Looking around you see that you're in a hospital bed. Everything is clean and neat. You see your dad gently touching your forehead. He's looking at you. He carefully asks, "Did I wake you?" You frown and try to remember what had happened. You ask in a haze, "How did I get here?" Your dad smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead and explains, "You were reading your book while walking down the hill until you tripped and hit your head hard against the tree." Your doctor said you might have nightmares and hallucinations. Don't worry about it though, I'm going to be right here." You feel greatly reassured, but something is uncomfortable. Your arm itches. You pull it out and seek the cause. There is a little hole stitched up. As unexpected dots connect in many different directions, you feel frozen. A familiar voice comes from right above you, "Don't worry, the little thing shouldn't be causing anymore mayhem."
The End
Lewis T. Castle
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