Nary a Non-Narrated Tale

Wow, for an 'interrogation room', this place is well lit.

Oh, right!

*ahem*

Hello, our name is Webber, and we're twelve years old. We're from...well, I never learned where we lived, but we're from somewhere, we promise. We like spiders, home cooked food and camping.

What don't we like? That's a toughie. Let me think...

Well, it's not that we have nothing that we don't like- there's just too many to count off. Pigs, that guy in the suit, rabbits, the spider that ate me-

What do you mean, 'You ARE a spider'? I'm not a spid-

Oh, right. You don't know. See, a very long time ago...

Spiders. Good gosh, spiders. In this basement, they ruled supreme, some even being as big as the poor child's hand. Luckily, though, they kept to themselves, as if respecting him for entering the forsaken room.

'Remember, Webber, five whole dollars...' he thought, slowly proceeding through the darkness. Very carefully, he felt around for the 'special box'. A man in a suit had told him that it was down here, but he was having a hard time finding it, until-

"Bingo." he whispered. He picked it up, only to drop it immediately when something moved from the inside. Ever so slowly, he opened the lid, and staring back at him was a set of glowing white eyes. Eight menacing, unblinking, glowing white eyes. He jumped back when they lurched at him, and he hit the floor. He scrambled away, but the eyes followed, and before he could get back up, it made a hideous sound. The eyes disappeared, and he felt a pressure around his entire body. Something pierced his skin, and the sensations faded away.

...we woke up a while later, and nothing seemed different except our vision. It was like looking through some type of collide-eh-scope. The man from before was laughing while we stumbled around, and then, he vanished. We did eventually find him again, but when we did, he sent us straight to a different world, and after that, to this one. We dunno why.

Awww, but we don't wanna wait around here! It's just so boring!

Oh, fine. We'd like to at least know who the heck you are.

'Chrysalis'? Isn't that some type of butterfly?

Okay, okay. We'll just wait here.

...we wonder if they have cookies.