You are surrounded by black. 

You are in a room, though you don’t recognize it, and everything feels blurry right now. You don’t think you recognize anything, nor could you, considering this is your first moment of being alive.

You do not have a name, though you feel like you could have one, if you wanted.


 
You are a MOLDED CHOCOLATE TYPE TCP, and you are made entirely of unusually difficult-to-melt milk chocolate. You have the ability to break pieces off of yourself and heal others with it, giving a slight energy boost in the process. You have no idea how you know that information. You also know that you’re in good health, and that you’re not injured in any way.


 
You fall unceremoniously onto the floor before you even realize you’ve been hovering. Some kind of...pad? lays underneath your body, a faint glow dimming as you pull yourself to your feet. 

...well, so much for not being in any pain. Ow.


 
There’s a pile of fabric in front of you, as well as a piece of paper. You’re not sure how you know what either of these things are.

 
You walk over to the piece of paper first. You start reaching down to pick it up before realizing it has a pleasant crinkle to it, patting it with a sudden sense of delight. You can’t help but giggle, cutting yourself off as the sound echoes through the room.

You feel...watched.

You hurriedly pick up the paper. 
 

 
The scribbles on it are foreign, but the longer you hold it, the weirder you start to feel. Some of the characters on the paper start making...sense, somehow.

You realize that you’re reading the piece of paper, and that it is actually a letter.

Dear Newcomer- welcome to the Maze Trials! 

You are our newest spawned resident, and are now under observation. Do not worry, you will be cared for in our state of the art facility, and everything will be provided for your needs. Do your best to consider this your new home. 

Please put on your standard issue jumpsuit. Do not worry if it looks ill fitting, it will conform to fit your typing. The following hallway will scan you and enter you in our database so that we can best serve you, and then you will have access to your personal quarters. 

We hope you enjoyed your first taste of reading, this skill note a complimentary gift from SkillSet Interactive Technologies!

You...do not know what a database is, or a scan, or half of these other things, but the whole thing is weirding you out a bit.


 
You set the paper down and go check out the fabric next, approaching with a bit more caution this time. The paper mentioned some kind of “jumpsuit”, and something in the back of your head says that it could be clothing upon looking at it. You pull at one of the long pieces- a sleeve, your mind corrects- and you could swear the thing moves.


 
You drop it immediately.


 
You move away from the jumpsuit very quickly to check the wall for any signs of a way out of the room- maybe some kind of secret passage. Unfortunately though, there’s nothing there but smooth tile...you can’t find passages or doors of any kind, secret or otherwise. There’s nothing even indicating that hallway the letter mentioned, so you have no idea what that’s on about.

All that you have in here is the letter and the jumpsuit.

  
You go over to check the pad you fell on upon your arrival- spawning, your mind corrects. The glow is gone by now, and from what you can tell, there’s nothing you can do to get it back. You try pushing at it with a foot, only to have it slide along the smooth surface- guess that doesn’t work. Pulling at the edge with a hand doesn’t work any better, the device firmly attached to the floor. Whatever this thing is, it’s not going anywhere and its secrets remain a mystery. 


You guess that if you want to get into that hallway, you’re going to have to put that jumpsuit on...even if the thing…moves.

You shudder.

You shuffle over to the pile of fabric and touch it with a foot, getting a slight rustle from the garment. Ohhhh, you do not want to do this, but it shouldn’t hurt you, right? It’s...you don’t know anything about clothes, but the letter said that it’ll fit, even if it’s really big! It should be fine!

You reach for it, picking it up-


 
The jumpsuit springs into the air, unzipping itself 


 
and engulfing you.

You feel like you’re being tumbled around as the fabric swarms and fixes itself around your limbs, the sleeves and pant legs wrapping and shrinking to fit.


 
You stumble as it puts you down, a perfect, shrink wrapped (what does that word mean?) fit. You feel incredibly dizzy, but you are clothed now. 

It feels kind of sweaty, to be honest, but you get the nagging feeling that taking it off is going to be a struggle, if not nigh impossible.


 
On the far wall, part of the wall slides down, revealing a passage. Looks like your instinct was right.

You try to take off the jumpsuit, but the thing’s stuck tight. The most you can do is roll up your sleeves and pant legs, which you guess will come in handy if you ever need to use that ability you seem to know about. Otherwise, you’d have to break off part of your head...body...area, and that would just feel weird. Not that losing part of your limbs sounds great either, but…

Screw this, you have people...observing you! The letter said so! And now the hallway’s open, so…



You’re suddenly filled with fear, the thought of them- whoever they are- trying to chase and catch you flooding your head. Nope, none of that, you’re going to get out of here right now.

You book it down the hallway and into  the next chamber, the hallway sealing behind you in a cascade of rapidly descending pillars. 



When you come out into the following room, it’s as if there was never a hallway to begin with. 

This room, however, has stuff in it.