The Start and End of an Artist

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"Waaaa where am I, what is this place?"

The boy begins to look around and notice to find himself in a small room with walls painted white and almost nothing in sight except a clock, a bed, and even a small cabinet. He removes his blanket and begins to explore this mysterious room.

"When did I get here .... Ack!"

An intense pain grips from his head almost as if his body is rejecting his attempt to recall anything from the past.

"Who ... am ... I...?"

He soon loses conscious as the pain became unbearable until he hears the sound.

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"Ahh! This place?!?"

The boy wakes up back in his bed seeing the same exact image he saw the first time waking up almost as if nothing has happened. He attempts to removes his body out of the bed sheets and tries to recall anything that he has learned.

This is strange, I remember getting out of my bed and passing out to the ground after trying to remember what was going on. Am I trapped here? Is this place magical? What... did... I... do.. ACK!

The boy's pain begins to return and soon he stops thinking

"Haaaa.... guess I can't really think about any questions about myself now... I don't know why I should be having a panic attack or even scream to yell for help.... but.... this place just feels so comfortable...." 

As the boy begins to nap, he soon wakes up and find himself lying on the bed with the covers out.

"Interesting I guess this place doesn't reset as long as I don't ask any questions about myself. Hmmm I wonder how long I have been asleep for?"

As he looks at the clock it turns out the two handles are missing, yet sounds continue to move with each attempt moving past from one to another.

"Well... guess that helps answer that question though I guess I shouldn't just stick around doing nothing lets see what we got around here."

As the boy begins to look around he decides to move towards the cabinet and opens it up to see what appears to be some paper, colored pens, and a note.

"Oh well now let's see here .... embrace your creativity don't let your mind fade from existence... morbid"

As he throws the note away he begins to check the clock to see if there is anything that he could find.

"Hmm... seems like there is nothing around here... for a clock with no hands kinda was expecting some sort of secret hidden in here... what a waste...."

The boy sits on the floor and pulls out a black pen and paper to the hard floor.

"Well if I am stuck here guess lets make sure I don't forget who I am .... well that's already to late, but what I should not forget."

The boy begins to write down on the paper listing out some rules he remember. 

Rule 1: Do not ask yourself any questions about the past or the room will reset

Rule 2: Remember to be creative or something bad might happen

Rule 3: ....

"Guess that should be good for now, well in the mean time guess I'll start drawing something to pass the time"

As the boy begins to draw, some time passed, and soon he drew a crude image of the room he was at. With a bed, cabinet, clock, and himself at the center with a blank stare.

"Wonderful hmm guess I could call this artwork Room for One, though an artist needs to have a pen name to present his great work ... hmmm... a room for one.... a room for one..... One...."

As the boy hit his hand a light bulb popped up in his head.

"One that should be my name. It ain't the best but I mean it is easy enough to remember"

As the boy excitedly begins to playfully place his picture on the wall pretending it was pinned to the wall. 

"The great artist One huh, well it ain't much but I must say this is just a start of my brilliant work though wished I had a thumbtack to place it on the wall haha"

As he removes his hands, the paper remained stuck to the wall.

"What the...? Why isn't my artwork coming off ... unless did it hear my words?"

As One tried to place an empty blank white paper to the wall.

"I wished my next artwork would be place on the wall?"

With One removing his hand the paper fell down. He begins to think if perhaps he needed to draw some kind of artwork on his paper before it can be stuck to the wall. He begins to think wondering what his next artwork should be till he felt his back hurting.

"Damm I wished I had a table so I don't have to be looking down on the ground.... actually...."

As One decided to draw an image of a simple but large table with a chair next to it he begins to hold his paper to the wall.

"Nice for my next master piece it should be called Comfort of the Past. Haha seems like my naming sense is the expert in this category."

As he laughed, his hand slipped removing his hand away from the wall, the paper soon begins to remain in place and begins to fuse to the wall.

"Interesting guess I don't have to wish for it haha... ha...."

As One falls down to the ground passing out till a familiar sound soon begins to repeat.

Tick Tok Tick Tok Tick Tok

"Dammit not again whaa...."

As One at first felt angry, his eyes would be caught by suprise to notice the room changed with a table and chair next to his bed. He rushed out and begins to move the table and carefully checks the object if they are real.

"Wow this feels... amazing, for my paintings to come to life.... I could make anything come to existence?!"

As One looks to the wall he notices only one drawing remained, but it seemed a bit different. The drawing he called "Room for One" had a new image in place showing a table and chair as part of the image. One looks at his pen and paper and begins to smile in excitement.

"With these two devices I could make anything into reality! I have so much power!"

As One begins to prepare his drawing bundles and bundles of paper begin to get used up as he prepares to make a large exhibit with drawings of many entertainment he wished to have. From computers, to books, to video games, fans, guitar, amusement parks, aquarium, anything he could think of that will be fun for him to play that he decided to hold them up to the wall.

"I wished for all my beautiful creations to become a real living piece of work"

As One yelled in excitement he waited.... and waited... and waited... 

"Maybe... I can at least put in some other images up to the wall?" 

As One started to place different images and wishing out loud from only images that had places, to only items, and even people that his face changed in sadness as nothing appeared or even him feeling exhausted for the images he drew. He dropped all his paper to the floor and slowly walked to his bed without thinking and feeling sad his dream were crushed.

As time passed One opened his eyes and noticed all his artwork has disappeared with the only one remaining is his display of "Room for One" and one single piece of paper found on the table. One looked with excitement to see if anything has changed around his room, but.... there was none. With realizing his hard worked drawings disappeared and nothing to come from his effort, he sat on his chair staring at his white blank paper in both sadness and disappointment. 

"Why did I even tried doing this... I worked hard to try to create something fun but at the end of the day it was all for nothing!"

As he slammed the table and tears a bit up.

"I'm stuck in a strange room, something bad will happen if I don't become creative, and everything I did is for nothing!"

As One looked over to the wall, he soon wiped his tears and begin to draw a black door on his drawing. He finished his artwork and begins to place them up to the wall before speaking his final words.

"I guess if all my work is for nothing guess I'll make sure this is my last piece. A chance for freedom or a retirement to being the great "One" artist. Ha... ha..."

As One let his hand off from the wall, a sudden earthquake shook across his room. His emotion changed from sadness to confusion and immediately begins to roll himself underneath his bed and stares out in the wall to see if the door he made would come to existence. The shaking continued to move constantly that made the bed frame hit One's head forcing him to pass out. 

As time passed, One begins to slowly wake up as his vision appears to be cloudy till it clears up to see a big black door made in the center of his white room. One's eyes started to swell up as tears began to pour as his attempt to leave has been granted till....

BAM BAM BAM BAM

The black door open with a loud noise and inside showed the room covered in pitch black. One tears stopped falling and his body begins to shack in fear as if his body knew something wasn't right. He couldn't stop shacking, but he held his hand close to his mouth as he begins to see a strange shadowy hand almost like a tree branch reach out from the door looking and slowly touching One's table. The shadow hand begins to push the table slowly, and change it's pace to swiftly move over to the empty hand clock touching the center and fusing to show 2 jagged hands to reveal. The hand soon moves away and slowly reaches to the bed. One held his breath and dared not to move as if any sound was made he knew his life would end. 

Please don't  find me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me Please don't find me.

The hand slowly comes closer and closer to the bottom of the bed till a loud screech was heard in the distance prompting the hand to slide quickly into the darkness found inside the door. A gush of wind would soon pick up forcing the door to close in behind. Without hesitation, One immediately heads over to his table and drew a lock and key on his door placing it to his wall pleading.

"PLEASE LET THIS LOCK AND KEY PROTECT ME FROM THE DOOR"

With One's loud cry, his body begins to feel exhausted pulling him to the floor where his eyes sees the new clock showing the time to be 12:00.