Daisy wasn't sure how long she had been out. What she did know though was that she was somewhere different. She figured that out the moment she opened her eyes. Darkness completely surrounded her on all sides. Scrambling to an upright sitting position, the young woman pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was truly frightened and prayed for a little light.

Surprisingly, her wish was granted.

A grating noise quickly caught Daisy's attention. She turned her head to the left as a little bit of light killed the darkness. A door was being opened. Heaving herself up to her feet, Daisy slowly walked up to the automatic door. Waiting for it to open up entirely, she entered a giant room with white walls. A metallic table with a similar chair sat in the middle. By the looks of it, there was a plate with oatmeal on it. And there was a lot of oatmeal. A spoon laid not too far away. Gulping, she was about to sit down when she spotted a much smaller table down below.

"Woah... what is that?" a voice whispered out of the blue. Jumping out of her skin, Daisy whirled around. She was sure that the voice had come from behind her. But there was no one there though. The young woman also had the eerie feeling that she was being watched. Her heart racing, she grabbed the spoon and mumbled, "Hello?"

"Ooh! We should say hi back!" the same voice spoke again. It was behind Daisy again. She turned but no one was there. At that moment, she heard a whack and a snarl as a female voice growled, "Are you stupid or something?"

"Apparently!"

"I'm surrounded by idiots..." a raspy male voice grumbled. A third male, this one with a British accent, replied soon after, "You're surrounded by idiots? I'm the mad scientist here!"

"Would you knuckleheads shut up before it sees us?!" the female voice hissed angrily. At this point, Daisy thought she was losing her mind, that she was now hearing voices in her head. Whipping her head left and right, she could not find a single soul in the room with her. Her whole body trembling with fear, she looked down at the table to find a small and very thin man standing by the plate. His head was that off a Sphynx cat. Bowing, he spoke in his British accent, "Hello my dear."

Daisy let out a bloodcurdling scream.