Red and Yellow:

The outer panels fold in as the man in yellow intended depicting another image. An image of a disk like earth with all the forces of heavens and beyond pushing down upon creation. The silence of the man in yellow's speech is interrupted by the loud clashing of gunshot echoing though the halls. Somewhere, probably outside of a room there is the burst of machine gun fire.

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:

THEY CALL THEM RED AND YELLOW, QUITE RIGHTLY

You two are currently staring at one another ... the silence is broken as the hum of your pneumatic tubes begin to give a soft glow of light again

"LET THERE BE NO LIGHT!!!"

... AND WITH THAT THE LIGHTS FROM THE DIODES ON THE PNEUMATIC TUBES ALL AROUND YOU SHUT-OFF. THERE IS A LOUD ECHOING CLICK WHEN THIS HAPPENS. ALL OF YOUR EYES TAKE A MOMENT TO ADJUST IN THE INTERRUPTING SILENCE.

RED, RED FACED, YET READY

You step around the corner and you face the man in the yellow coveralls who you see is poised in a defensive stance. He looks like he actually might be as tough as you while the ugly smug-grin upon his face makes him look menacing. Your body tenses with readiness for any sudden action and your eyes examine his hands to see they carry nothing. Furthermore he is wearing a pair of coveralls much like yours. With a calming look upon your face you wait for his response.

no yellow billy's here

"Alright just who the hell are you and watch your mouth no need for that language we're in it deep enough as it is. now what is it that you want? maybe we can help each other." with a deep breath I step round the corner hoping this isn't another aspect of the twisted nutjob that put me here at work and hope for the best ready for anything.

RED PLAYER: CAUGHT RED HANDED

Suddenly, while thinking of what you should do, a voice speaks from around the corner towards where you saw the man in yellow.

"Hey mouth-breather, we can fucking hear you. Slowly step out where we can see you."

Wait?!? Did he just say we? Immediately, you hold your breath but realize quickly that it is too late. Your mind sighs for an answer of what to do.

RED LIGHT ... YELLOW LIGHT

You walk along the hall scanning left and right and waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You walk slowly as to give yourself time to scan for even the smallest of objects that could provide help. The ugly wallpaper seems to sweat with the moisture spattered from the pneumatic tube behind you.

Along the wall to your right you see a large painting hanging centered and stiff. Its frame is of wood and its contents seem strange, outdated and bewildering. You wonder what kind of person would hang such a thing. But you know that it is old and it is probably worth some money. But it’s not something that is going to help here, you think, so you continue towards the end of the hall and can hear more sounds of hissing ahead of you.



As you reach the end of the hall you can see that there is another hall running perpendicular towards you. It is a considerable bit wider than the hall from whence you came but at its end, much like yours, there is a source of light from the diodes that rivet the exterior machinery of the pneumatic tube.

Along a wall across from the newly found hall there is a large metal door. This door is something like what would be on a large ship with a large wheel that seals the door in place. Around the corner, steps inside this larger hall, there is another door.

Finally, creeping along the wall you see a man in yellow coveralls and as he nervously turns his head your way you peek your head back around the corner. With exhilarated breaths you ponder your next move.

RED PLAYER: finding my way

standing up I look around the room and try to wipe the cold sweat from my face. I begin to search the room methodically heading down the hallway in search of anything that might help me get out of here. Man I need a drink I don't know what brought me here or why I have this list but I know I gotta get out of here by any means necessary.

RED PLAYER START

THE METAL DOORS TO YOUR PNEUMATIC TUBE OPEN WITH A VIOLENT HISS AND YOU COLLAPSE TO THE COLD MARBLE FLOOR BEFORE YOU. THE VOICE OF THAT INSIDIOUS CLOWN STILL RINGING IN YOUR EARS YOU FEEL THE SWEAT ON YOUR BODY TURN TO A COLD CHILL AS YOU LUMBER UP FROM THE FETAL POSITION AND STAND ON YOUR FEET.

THE LARGE TUBE IN EMBEDDED INTO THE WALL BEHIND YOU LOOKS NOT UNLIKE THE DECOR THAT SURROUNDS IT. FADED WALLPAPER AND PLASTERED CEILING IMPLY THAT YOU ARE IN SOME SORT OF BUILDING, MAYBE EVEN A HOUSE. ALTHOUGH THE STANK STALE AIR AND GENERAL FEELING OF UNEASE WOULD SUGGEST THAT THIS HOUSE IS NOT INTENDED FOR COMFORTABLE LIVING.

WALLS ROUGHLY TEN FEET APART CONTINUE BEFORE YOU MAKING A HALLWAY THAT STRETCHES TWENTY FEET INTO THE DARKNESS. THE ONLY SOURCE OF LIGHT IS THE SMALL DIODES FROM THE PNEUMATIC TUBE THAT HAS FINISHED ITS SINISTER HISSING AND NOW ONLY GARGLES HOT SPITTLES OF LIQUID FROM ITS BASE.

YOU ARE NOT QUITE SURE WHERE YOU ARE BUT IT IS CERTAIN THAT YOU FEEL A LONG WAY FROM HOME.