July 10, 2022

Memphi drags a Level 0 member into a small padded room with one of the mascot needles in the center. She leaves, closing the door behind him. The room's lights shift to a soothing blue. Memphi is watching from behind a mirror.

"Use the needle on yourself."

The L0 does so. They feel everything becoming numb and weaker. Memphi watches intently. The feeling grows to the point of it being difficult to stand. He falls to the floor, the soft padding not causing him much harm. The needle would be stuck in him as his vision starts turning black. L0's vision slowly returns, but all he sees is a blank white room. He feels he can move again. He stands up shakily, looking around. L0 remains limp in the real world, but in his mind, he's moving perfectly fine now. L0 hears a voice behind a door that sounds like Drake.

"Would give Drake 5 star on yelp?"

"Wh?-" He looks to the door.

"Five star review or no lights for you!"

"What do you mean? Who's there?"

"Answer please, five stars?"

"Uhh... yeah, five stars..?"

"Good!" the door cracks open. He walks through. It leads to a hall with a Mascot standing there, who says: "Follow to next step!" the Mascot starts walking down the hall. L0 follows. He is lead into a large cafeteria with a Mascot standing behind a counter. He looks around, unsure of what to do. The Mascot behind the counter waves with a smile. L0 waves back. The Mascot points at a stack of trays. He takes a tray cautiously.

The Mascot then holds up a big spoon and points at two bins of slop behind the counter. One is full of red, the other is full of yellow. L0 tilts his head and points to the red. The Mascot scoops some red onto the tray and makes an ack sound, "Ewww, red!"

L0 shudders at the thought of something grossing the Mascots. "Wh. What do I do now?"

The mascot smiles. L0 smiles(?) back. The red smells of ketchup. He sticks a finger in it to taste. It tastes of STRONG ketchup. He recoils. "Eugh." He drops the tray on the floor, spilling the ketchup. The taste grows. He wipes his tongue on his shirt, trying to get the taste out. His shirt tastes like ketchup. He tries wiping his tongue on his hands. They taste like ketchup too, and he starts feeling more hungry. He begins to bite down on his hands. They taste like ketchup and make him more hungry. He starts eating his hands. The Mascots watch and smile. Halfway through eating himself, he feels his entire being fade, eyes locked on a white screen saying 'internal server error', before waking up on the floor of the testing room and feeling extreamly weak.

Memphi lets him sit there for a few minutes before taking him out and back to his cell. He will be given half an hour to recuperate before he is taken for an interview.