M.U.C.

"Welcome to the headquarters of prestigious Opening Laboratories, where we open holes to completely new dimensions. Figuratively." That voice was getting on her damned nerves. All high pitched and clean. Robotic. She'd had a problem with robots ever since... she couldn't quite remember. That was the other thing irritating her; she had recently lost a good chunk of her life to amnesia. She hadn't been able to recall anything about her life yet, despite months of therapy. They said they had found her in a parking lot, unconscious and bleeding.

All she had left with her were sensations and fears of the strangest things. Like cake. And apparently detached female voices.

"Lauren." That was her. She stood up off the uncomfortable metal chair she had been sitting on for the last half hour. She approached the windowed booth.

"Yes, I'm here for that study you had an ad for in the paper." She produced said paper, pointed to said ad. Said, "I heard you guys paid well."

"Yes, we do." A form was produced from the booth. "Sign here, here, and here." Almost as a second thought a pen followed the statement. Lauren signed her name in the designated spots, ignoring the entirety of the fine print. If she had read it, she would have thought twice about signing it and decided she wanted to keep her life.

As it was though, she had been distracted a lot recently.

"Great. Step through the door to your right please." A loud buzzer went off and a gigantic steel door swung open beside the booth. It slammed shut behind Lauren. A rather imposing man in a white lab coat directed her down the hall. They passed by several rooms which seemed to have tests being run in them. None of them made any sense; one was a man sitting at a table staring intently at a lemon. Lauren thought about asking what they were even testing here, but the white coat kept on speeding down the hallway. After what seemed like forever they came to rest outside of one of the rooms. The man turned to her.

"Some basic instructions. Firstly, do not ask what we are testing for, as it will ruin the test. Secondly, do not attempt to leave this room when the test begins." He cleared his throat. "And thirdly, don't rip anything off the robot." With that he shoved Lauren into the room, and slammed the door behind her.

At first all she could see was a table. The room was entirely dark except for the small lamp which sat upon it, angled downwards. It shined on several loose pages of what appeared to be drawings. When Lauren moved forward to investigate, the shadows beside the table came to life.

"It's been a long time," they said. "Since I've had a visitor."