carry on singing in E flat
You can only let out so much as a squeak without becoming exhausted.
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You surprisingly are able to somewhat open your eyes. Bad thing is, you only see a blurry orange-red glow.
-shnip-
The only thing the dream revealed was how insane you are. Also, You (probably) will do that.
"Let him see," says the same voice that was recently introducing you to a crowd. With a click of a button, your eyes are now glued open, fixated on three men, and a pit of fire between you.
A heavily modified voice comes from the man in dark red saying, "Don't keep this long. I'm not one for seeing bloo-"
"Hush. I'm not doing this ceremony just for my bloodlust. I ain't a handicapped inbred like you two." The man in green interrupts, now turning towards you, "Looks like you might be the last to wake, lad. Sorry our kind don't accept you here with how... rude you be. From where you are, 'tis must be a bit of a short second chance with a long, hard fall. Truth is... your story was rigged from the get-go." With that monologue, the man in green continues to stare into your soul, signaling something behind you. With a sharp pain, you fall down into the pit, looking up only revealing the faces of the three men, the orange glow making them look even more devilish.
You wake up once more, a third chance given, and two death scenes in a lifetime. Lucky is what you are. You're on a cold, metal plate awoken by a robot who identifies you in a sweet, motherly voice. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey. The smell of an exquisite food enters your nose as you get up, free from pain. The robot you see before you looks almost as if a prostitute from your time. What do you do?
Author's Note:Sorry about the delay. Getting braces is a bitch. If any other delays occur, braces are most likely the reason.