Everything was whizzing in Mark's head as he attempted to remember what had happened. Everything was so fuzzy in his mind, attempting to remember while he lay groaning on a metal table, naked and dazed.
Nothing made sense in his mind, no indicattion other than a strange feeling was all hecould remember just moments ago, he didn't remember blacking out or sleeping, was he drugged? maybe, but he couldn't remember even the vaguest detail about how he came to this grey lifeless chamber filled with cold, buzzing machines that he didn't even recognise, what were they? What is this place?
Mark's mind raced through thought after thought, the only logical explanation as to where this was that he could think of, was that he'd been abducted by aliens... he hasn't seen any of them yet, or at leasthecant remember seeing anything that looked alien, this room he found himself in was alien though.
Mustering the strength he needed, he awkwardly raised himself up from the grey table he found himself laying on, looking around he examined the roommore intently.
It was a blank grey cylindrical room with the table in the middle, there were noclear sourceof light in theroom, he guessed it came from the buzzing and whirring machines but the small blinking lights of differing colours didn't even shine coloured light on marks body or anything else in the room.
Groggily and carefully Mark jumpedof the grey lifeless table and stumbled slightly across the room, there were no exits that he could see, pacing around the room he found nothing more than dull grey wall and whirring stumps of machines.
then, as he gave up searching for an exit he noticed something he hadn't seen before on the very table he wokeup on.
Whatlooked to be a neatly folded black latex suit (it seems like latex but he has no idea what it actually might be made out of) with light grey lines segmenting the suit, neon green streaks were also scattered around the suit, creating markings Mark didn't understand.
AsMark stared at the folded suit it dawned upon thathewas butt naked, this made him feel dumb on the inside but he digressed as he looked to be alone, but now he had the creepiest feeling that he was being watched, then the feeling faded as he looked around the dull grey cylindrical room.
Swalling some of hisnatural worries about the suit, Mark approached it, slowly he reached his hand out to feel theblack suit with add details. *touch*. The suit felt slick and unnaturally smooth to Mark's bare fingers, he felt a small ignorable urge to put the suit on, to not beso exposed, but a part of hismind was yelling protests, bringing worries of manipulation, mindcontrol and enslavement into existence.
The urgewhich was telling him toput it on was quiet and subtle, not arguing with any accusation, Mark felt unsure as to which side he should heed. He never liked being paranoid but he felt hard pressed into paranoia and worry for his life in this unknown terrain he'd never walked before.
Hetookhis decision, grabbing the folded suit, he unfolded it and looked at it's unique appearance, he couldn't put his finger on it but something about the suit said feminine, it looked like a suit that could fit both genders though.
Turning it around Mark saw that the back also had details but along the center the suit was split, presumably so that he could put it on without any major issues. With determination Mark gradually put it on, the suit seemed to fit snugly around his body, but toMark's gradual suspiciousness, the split in the suitsbackwasn't there anymore and the suits collar was secured snugly and comfortably around mark's neck.
As mark was fumbling aroundwith his suited body, attempting to create an open of sorts but to no avail as the suit had no gaps or holes, neither would it be easily grabbed as it's thin exterior and texture refused a good grip, not to mention that the suit covered everything except for Mark's head and upper neck.
Mark then noticed the gap in the cylindrical wall form and what looked like a passageway opened up into a rather sizeable dull grey corridor that lead onwards towards who knows where.
Mark, gathering his courage, cautiosly walked out of the grey cylindrical room he had awakened moments before and into yet another dark unknown.
The corridor went on for a sizeable while before Marksuddenly foundhimeslf in a dome formed room, surrounded by tall grey slender humanoids withblack eyes around the size of tennis balls and a laughably large head, presumably for quite a large brain but you/Mark didn't know.
It was all a creepy surprise for Mark as he found himself surrounded by greys, larger and skinnier than those depicted in media, their arms were creepily long and what you could only guess were their skeleton was shapely visible in most of their almost shriveled looking bodies. and what was especially creepy was that they were just standing there, observing Mark as he frozen in fear, confusion and shock worriedly darts his vision around, trying to keep his assailants in his vision and all accounted for but to little use.
They didn't seemfazed by Mark's fearful reaction of gazing around, they instead seemed, interested? Theirmouth showed no emotion, their black eyeballs seemlessly staring onwards at the human in thecentre of their current attention. Then, one of them took a step forward, gaining Mark's completely frozen and shocked attention as the Grey alien wordlessly, gracefully but slowly raising Marks arm, carefully prodding at different points and stroking the suited arm of Mark, then it tilted it's head and looked at Mark, then it slightly opened it's mouth.
''Human... We have... A request for you... A question even...'' The Grey alien slowly worded with a voice reminding Mark of an old man, an extremely old man.
(Author note: henceforth from this choice, the perspective is changed to a ''you'' perspective for easy storytelling)