Dance-Fight!
You attempt to counter your contestant’s moves, but with his every jab fire erupts from his fingertip. Soon, the fire is spreading, people scream, the disco ball reflects the light of burning decorative curtains. Everything burns, and burns away to reveal a counter and a bored looking attendant repeating,
“Welcome to Taco Bell, can I take your order?”
You’re not sure if you failed the test, passed the test, this is still the test, or why the soda machine is on fire.
Write
It starts with multiple choice, they always start with multiple choice. Question after question, ‘A’, ‘C’, ‘D’, ‘B’, ‘C’, ‘A’, ‘D’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’… ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’, ‘C’ ‘C’….
It’s always ‘C’, It always has been—since The Beginning, You understand now, that is the test, to test the the world is still in order, and to test that everything is still ‘C’.
Walk
You turn and run, your feet unconsciously syncing with the music, with every step the work jerks and blurs, resolving into something slightly different.
Pretty soon you find yourself walking through a silent barren land. You turn in a circle, observing a flat gray stretching to the horizon in all directions. There are no footprints behind you—the ground is soft, but leaves no impressions. You proceed ahead, at least what you think was ahead, and walk.
You do not tire, the world does not change, you don’t know how long you’ve been walking. It could be minutes, hours, or even years, you feel no different physically, but you think you used to remember more. Thinking back, there is only walking, you assume there was a time before walking, but you don’t recall what.
Panic!
As you run the world around you shifts. The colors run, the sounds warp—a sickening disorientation later reality resolves into a disco. A man dances aggressively towards you, arm stabbing up to the beat, it seems the test has found you.
It's a Start
You’re not sure what kind of test this is