Well, things certainly seem to be heating up now.

I move down the hallway toward the sound of the breathing, one hand touching the wall just in case the lights go out again. I walk cautiously, hoping but not quite believing that I'll find an ally in this strange place.

What the hell does this clown want, anyway?

WELCOME BACK KIDDOS!!

Blue Player

Three doors have opened in your immediate vicinity as the lights click back on.  The one closest to you was not among them. One is flooding the light away from you down toward the hall on your left and it has light-up some mechanical device that is whirring into motion.  You can barely see into the room that opened closer to where you started but the room that opened in the hall ahead of you appears to have a large, chairless, table in the center of it.  It's like the games have begun, you can feel it.  Your mind goes briefly for a second back to the clown cackling at you and you cackling back.  Did i plan that?  Er, wait, are these 'my' thoughts, you think to yourself.

The gravitas of your situation snaps your mind back to attention.  What do you do?

Green Player

As you round the corner the lights flash briefly on-and-off as further ahead you can see a tacky colored wallpaper barely clinging to the walls interrupted by the opening of a metal door.  It clanks open and you hear the echoes of it down the other hallways hidden in darkness.  These must be the halls you seem to remember, despite your otherwise complete amnesia.

White Player

It did feel like you missed something.  It felt like you missed something for a long time.  But now it has come surging back to you.  You are here, now, again.  The lights come back on upon the realization of this thought.  You hear the buzzing of electricity humming around you once again confirming your suspicions of this being underground.  Also, during this brief pause, you noticed the temperature went up.  It was a subtle amount but it was enough for you to notice.  You are certain you are underground, or in a warmer than normal atmosphere.  You can see the light of the doorway to your right flood into the hall as you hear the clank of the submarine doors swing open.  They must be remotely automated as they all swung open at the same time.  This could be a big automated trap, you think to yourself.  You hear the sound of a machine firing up into motion not far from where you are and your guess is that it is on the hallway to your right but you also make out the faint sound of breathing the other way and off in the distance there was some talking. Hmmm.

Red Player & Yellow Player

As the lights abruptly flicker and surge back into power the doors of your immediate hallway swing open flooding light into the area around you.  The hallway seems increasingly an odd orange as your eyes adjust to the new light.  On one side of the hall there is a wood floored room with a large carpet in the middle as well as an arrangement of furniture facing a piano.  On the other side there is a large dining room table set with white table cloth and fine dinner wear.  Both rooms are otherwise cluttered with junk, riddled with bullet holes and splattered with the occasional glob of dried blood.

Red Player you see:

Yellow Player you see:

Purple Player

You are spit from a large cylindrical metal tube complete with flashing lights and high pressured hissing pipes encasing it like a cocoon of some sort.  The dank dark hallway lies before you as you crawl from your hands and knees to your feet upon the cold smooth surface floor.  The wallpaper looks old and outdated run with stains of perspiration.  The lights have flickered off and everything grew silently for what seemed like an eternity when the environment begins to hum again with activity.  The clanking of metal doors accompanies the crash of some of them swinging open.  Buzzing with the memories of that insidious clown in your mind from what seems years ago, you shake yourself to your feet and wonder what you will do.

You cannot see much ahead in the darkness other than one door appears to have opened just down the hall from you.  There is a soft warm reddish glow of light illuminating from this door way.  Other than that, you do not hear or see too much else.

Finger on the button

The clown puts his sweaty fingers to the switch and has a brief moment of pause, thinking to himself in a barely whisper; SOON MY PATIENT LITTLE SICK THINGS, SOON.