DJ

I'd rather choose to suffer a crippled life rather than suffer in this hell! If I die here now, I'm going to find out if what Alice said was true or not. But I cannot do it. I'm scared. . . It's too painful. I'm scared that there is a chance that she was telling the truth. I'm scared because I haven't lived long enough to be ready to die. There is still a lingering hope in me that someday, somehow, someway, I'll find contentment. There is a chance of that and no matter how small, I must not give it up.

The door clanks loudly as it opens. I'm blinded by the light and all I could see are silhouettes of people.

"Hello?" I ask, squinting. "Where am I?" Maybe if I tell them that the Queen gave me a special mission to get rid of the Phantom of the Rave, they'll let me go or better, help me. "I have to—"

And the next thing they do is hold my arms tightly while the other shoves a slimy creature using tongs down my throat! ARGHH!!! STOP!!! I'm screaming in my mind! I cannot speak as it wriggles down my throat! It's gonna tear me from the inside! Please! Don't do this!

It's there in my stomach now! What is it going to do in there? What is it? I'm trembling in disgust, pain, and fear on the ground. They leave me here as they walk to the door. I stretch my arm to try and reach them but they are already too far away. I cannot see their faces as they look down on me for a few seconds. No matter how I try to look pitiful, they did not spare a single ounce of kindness.

They close the door, leaving me here in the darkness once more. But I'm not alone if I count this parasite inside me. It is still wriggling in my stomach as if it's a dog trying to find the most comfortable way to settle down. Later, it stops moving. Maybe it has found the most comfortable spot to eat me from the inside. It could be a matter of time until my stomach gets a gaping hole. Will my guts pour out like spaghetti?

I lost track of time as I just stare at the darkness. For some reason, I can't see nor use my UI. There is no way for me to transform into my other Frames. I'm stuck in my Daemon Frame. I can't even use Shadowclutch. This parasite might be the reason. It's meddling with me from the inside. It's like. . . it has taken over my body. This room is not a prison cell. It's my body that is. I'm trapped in this body. I wish my soul would just leave it and move on.

Then the parasite controls me. I stand up for no reason just before the lights turn on and the door opens. A person in a hazmat suit comes in. He has a checklist as he observes me. With one gesture of his hand, my body follows. The hall is white and a lot of people like me are escorted by their own hazmat guy. Their faces are plain as they walk. They must have parasites inside them too.

Before a door, the hazmat guy tells me, "Go in that room and change."

I couldn't say yes or no. It's for the parasite inside of me to decide. In there, there are others who are changing their clothes. No matter the gender, they undress and change. I go to one of the vacant lockers. I undress until I'm wearing nothing but my underwear. Looking at the mirror, I realize I have a fit body. It isn't like how I look for real. I'm fat.

The outfit I'm wearing looks like a robot. With neon lights, mirrors, and glitters covering it entirely. Finally, a mask.

Wait. . . I've seen this before. After wearing it, I turn around. The others are wearing the same. Now that I see the outfit on them, I begin to recall. This is the outfit of the DJs of the rave!

We form a single file and walk in the hallway. There is nothing but doors and white walls in this place. My eyes are teary and want to blink but I can't. This feels like torture! No, this "is" torture! I can feel my body but can't control it! I have an itch just below my nose and I can't even scratch it. I also have to go drain my bladder. Why does this game have to be this realistic?! Who made this game? Is it made only to torture me to madness? What is the point of all of this?!

Then we ride the elevator ten at a time. I'm in the third set. Each turn did not take that long. My turn to ride it is here. Even in the elevator, we arrange ourselves in a triangle as if we're bowling pins. Once at the top, the door opens. I'm relieved at the same time desperate. I'm on the stage at the center of the Rave. I'm one of the DJs. What is going on?!

Millions of people, but I can't ask for help. I just miraculously know how to operate the audio mixer. The others have their own tasks. For hours, we play music without break. My fingers are so tired, my eyes are hurting because I only blink once every minute. My nose is itching and dry because of the smoke from the firework fountains. I need water or I'll die. I must. . . argh! I can't control my body!

All of a sudden, a guy collapses beside me. I want to help but I can't! He needs help! Somebody, help him! Please! Then two idle DJs come to the scene. They pick him up and throw him into a hole that opens on the floor. This isn't the last. There will be one DJ collapsing every hour or so. They are quickly replaced. Why can't anyone see this? Why didn't I notice this?!

I get the feeling that my death will be just like that. This parasite will make me work to death and then move on to another host. Is this how millions of people disappeared? This is horrible! I don't wanna die like this!

In the midst of the smell of smoke and liquor, I smell a familiar scent. It makes me feel mellow for some reason. I want to seek where it comes from but I can't even turn my neck.

Wait. . . this scent. . . It's as if I'm in the park when the flowers bloom. This is. . . Lucy!