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Elise sat huddled in the corner of her room. Where was she exactly? She was freaking out. Maybe that's why people had been checking in on her, but not forcing her to do anything. She was young, after all. Maybe the people around here did have some sympathy. Or maybe not. She was still trying to figure out how to digest everything that just happened...

Wait, did she still have her fork? Elise panicked for a few seconds before finally finding it. How was it still there? Luck, she supposed. She hugged the fork for a few seconds.

"Love you, Mr. Forky." she mumbled.

She stayed like that until a nurse came in.

"You. Come with me," they said and left. Elise wasn't sure if the nurse was male or female... they were just creepy. She followed the nurse obediently, hoping that she wasn't being led to her death.

Why was all of this weird stuff happening to her now? This question, along with many others, filled Elise's 7 year old brain as she followed the nurse down the eerie-looking hall.

"Don't worry. We're only going to check your vitals for now." The creepy manlady reassured, as if (s)he could read Elise's thoughts. She shuddered at the possibility of that actually being true, and was finally led into a small, sterile room.

The nurse left the room and shut the door quickly. Elise heard a definite click of a lock, which led her to wonder what was actually in store for her.