Room1.
You find yourself in a room.
All that you see is gray walls all around. You ask, "Hello? Is anyone there? Where am IIIIIII?"
Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you. "Welcome to your death." You spin around to see absolutely nothing. "Hello? Who's there?" You look down and see a piece of floor sticking out. Wait a second. This room is supposed to be a perfect cube. You bend down and pick up the piece of floor.
It's a needle.
Suddenly you hear another raspy voice behind you. "You could die now. All you have to do, prick yourself with the poison needle. Or, you could wait. And wait. And die of hunger."
You're too scared to turn around, but somehow you muster all your bravery and turn around to face...
An image of a human with tentacles for arms and legs that disappears as soon as it sees you looking at it.
"Ohmygod, I'm going insane, I'm going insane..." You stare at the needle. It could be so easy. Just one little prick... No. NO. You have a family to find and care for.
"NO. Not happening. LET ME OUT."
That raspy voice sounds angry. In unison with the other voice, it says, "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE. YOU WILL DIE HERE!"
Suddenly you feel tentacles wrapping around your neck. You try pulling them off, to no avail. You clench your hands, preparing for the end. But you feel something in your hand.
The needle.
"I WILL NOT DIE HERE. NOT BY YOUR HAND-or tentacles, BUT WHATEVER."
And you stab the tentacles around your neck.
"NOooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the voice screams. The tentacles let go, and you turn around to see a really gross alien crawling towards the wall very slowly. It has almost reached the wall and is reaching out one of its tentacles, when it falls flat, its tentacle grazing the wall. The poison has reached its heart.
The spot where the tentacle grazes the wall begins to simmer and glow. The spot on the wall grows until it covers the whole wall. Then, the whole room. It glows so bright you have to close your eyes to keep from going blind.
Room2
When the brightness goes away, you open your eyes to see yourself in a disco club full of people. Somehow you feel as if they will not be friendly if you try to escape. You grip the needle. You feel you're going to need it.
To be continued...
(Creative enough?)