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March 18
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PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 2, 2024 16:43:43 GMT
Oscar flailed on the floor, the sour air within his mask choking him awake. He bolted into an upright position, coughing harshly to clear his throat. Even after such a raucous fit, he found no relief from whatever fumes had penetrated this bizarre covering. Is his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the weight of the mask would gradually register to the groggy Oscar.
He slapped the mask's cheeks, feeling them up as he tried to comprehend its shape. "What..." Had he gone to a rave the night before? No, as far as he could remember he had stayed in. The shouting of other voices grabbed Oscar's attention, causing him to finally take in his environment. He was in some sort of cell, shared by another body. Was it alive?
He felt overwhelmed by every new sensation, the sounds of shouting voices pulling him like a magnet to the cell's bars. He saw the masks of others pressed against their own cells, shouting at patrolling megalopolans wielding large purple chains. As he noticed the chains around the necks of others, Oscar reluctantly grabbed for his neck.
His eyes shot open as grabbed his own chain, fruitlessly pulling at it in a blind panic. "What!?" Everything was becoming a blur, a terrible blending of putrid sights and tortured sounds. His mind was completely tangled with questions. Where was he? What had happened to him? What was with this chain? The morbid accessory seemed to tighten as Oscar struggled against it, forcing him to give up and fall to the floor.
As he gasped for air, he suddenly became very aware of how cold it was. He slowly sat up once more, looking down to find the most horrific discovery of all. His tailored suit had been replaced with an ill-fitting short-kimono, revealing his ghostly legs to the entire world! "WHAT!?"
Oscar leapt back to the bars, shaking them as violently as an enraged chimpanzee. "Let me out of here!" He growled as he tried in vain to pry open the bars. "I demand an explanation! Or at least A CHANGE IN UNIFORM!"
tl;dr --Oscar is not happy about his wardrobe. --He has yet to address or notice Navy --Ugly Ward
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