Details in the comments. No OP OCs.

You/your oc has no memory of their life or their experiences. They only know their name. They are in a trance, extremely open to suggestion. They know that this is a test, and they have to pass it. The creature in front of them does not seem to have any bad intentions, and despite how scary they look, you/your oc feels as though they are trying to help. You may now proceed.

5it3gw.jpg (click to show) Bastion: o-ok

???: T҉a҉k҉e҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉h҉a҉n҉d҉.҉

Bastion: erm… *takes their hand*

The world around them begins to change. It morphs into a bedroom. A childs bedroom.
???: I҉ ҉h҉a҉v҉e҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉g҉o҉ ҉n҉o҉w҉.҉ ҉D҉o҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉ ҉l҉i҉s҉t҉e҉n҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉.҉ ҉G҉o҉o҉d҉b҉y҉e҉.҉

Bastion: o-ok

The walls are baby blue and there are toys scattered all over the floor.

Bastion: *looks around*

DVD MAN: What?

???: T҉a҉k҉e҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉h҉a҉n҉d҉.҉

DVD: This situation feels familiar but I can't point it out...ehh alright

Sil: *buts a single claw in his hand* (he is a ten foot tall wendigo-like creature with large claws as fingers*

Axis:
*He decided to allow whatever it was to help him*
*He nodded, not being able to talk from the nervousness*

???: *it turns around and starts walking away from him, then looks back, expecting him to follow*

Axis:
*He followed it*

What is this place

Stanley: uh no calls Laila and she picks him up and he leaves

(lmao lemme just pull up in the void real quick)

ikr

Chris: no

B҉r҉o҉ ҉W҉t҉f҉ ҉w҉a҉s҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉a҉p҉p҉l҉e҉ ҉j҉u҉i҉c҉e҉

Gutbomb: Hrrngggh...*he stepped towards them*

???: T҉a҉k҉e҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉h҉a҉n҉d҉.҉

Gutbomb: *he took their hand. Their grip was very tight*

In that moment the world fell away. Whatever Gutbomb was seeing start changing before his eyes. He was now in a bedroom. A childs bedroom.
???: I҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉g҉o҉.҉ ҉D҉o҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉ ҉l҉i҉s҉t҉e҉n҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉.҉ ҉G҉o҉o҉d҉b҉y҉e҉.҉ *??? disappears and gutbomb is left to explore*

Gutbomb: Hrrngh? *he looked around*

The walls are baby blue and there are multiple toys on the floor. It seems familiar, but you cant remember.

Gutbomb: Rrrngh...*he tried to remember*

Your head hurts when you try. A specific toy catches your eye. A race car, with flashing lights on the wheels.

Gutbomb: *he grabbed the race car* Hmm?

"Patty fries? Hm. Potato fries?"

Gutbomb: *he nodded no* Pattyy...*he put up one finger* Friess...*he put up another finger*

You drop the toy and the image in your mind fades. You hear footsteps outside the door.

Gutbomb: *he tried to open the door*

There is a large freezer labeled 'frozen food'.

Gutbomb: *he opened it*

It looks over at him. "Oh, are you making food?"

Gutbomb: *he nodded, then cbecked on the food*

Standing outside the door is this: (picture)
It is very tall.

Gutbomb: Hnngggh...fresssh...meeaat...

When he opens it, there is frozen meats and a few loafs of bread, and frozen fries.

Gutbomb: *he grabbed the fries, and put them in the deep frier. He then threw a few patties on the grill. He seems to know what he's doing, kinda given, seems his helmet is a burger.*

"I can't say I know what your talking about."

Gutbomb: *he growled, then looked around for patties and fries*

There is a cooler that looks like it could have frozen food in it.

Gutbomb: *he looked inside of it*

"Ummm... There is a grill here."

Gutbomb: Deeeeep...hngggh...fryyerrr?

Your head hurts when you pick it up. Suddenly, in your mind you see a little boy playing with the race car. He seems very happy.

Gutbomb: Hnngggrr! *he held his head*

It smiles. "Am I allowed to have some too?"

Gutbomb: *He nodded* Ownn...burrgerr...placre....

Placee*

It seems to be touching up it's make-up.

Gutbomb: *he made sure his helmet was on tight*

"I think so."

Gutbomb: Givvve...pattyy...friess...*he turned on the grill and the deep fryer*

It tilts its head. "You have your own burger place?"

Gutbomb: *he nodded*

The fries are done but the patties should be on there a little longer.

Gutbomb: *he put the fries away, and watched the patties*

??: *distorted voice* Oh dear! You must be hungry! Come downstairs, I'll make you something to eat.

Gutbomb: Grrh...no...pizzaa...*he growled angrily, then exited the room*

It is looking in a mirror.

Gutbomb: *he looked at them, then the mirror.*

It looks over. "Grill what?"

Gutbomb: Grill...theree?

It goes downstairs and to the kitchen. It starts making food.

Gutbomb: *he went to the kitchen* Hngggrrhh...grill?

There are frozen patties.

Gutbomb: *he grabbed them, then looked for fries*

It smiles. "That's nice."

Gutbomb: *he checked on the patties, and the fries*