#vanitasofficial

Something is very very wrong, and he can’t remember where he is or why he’s there.

Well that’s just fine and dandy isn’t it? But he can’t just lay here in this oppressive darkness forever.

He says to himself, “Alright Light, time to take stock,” and his voice is rough and his mouth and throat are horribly dry. Typical symptoms of having been drugged, or possibly hungover, but he is hardly one to imbibe, so the latter can be reasonably ruled out.

From the echo of his voice he can tell that he is inside of… Something. His limbs are stiff and tired as he feels around on the inside of the something, lending more credence to his “I was drugged” theory. There’s nothing on the inside of the top of the something, but there is a seam running all the way around the “walls” of the something, so presumably it opens from the top. He feels around a little more and believes he finds hinges. Then he does what anyone trapped inside of a something would do, and that’s shove on every possible surface looking for a way out.

And of course there isn’t.

So, Light Field, you’ve been drugged and trapped in a box. What do you do now?

You wait.

And so he waits.

He falls in and out of consciousness for a while before fully awakening to the sound of voices.

Even his exceptional hearing can’t make out exactly what is being said, muffled through the material of his prison. If he had to hazard a guess, he would say some kind of confrontation was going on, from the raised voices and people interrupting each other.

Then, the slamming of a door.

And silence.

If he had room in this box he would hit himself.

Good job, Light. You let your possibly only chance at escape get away.

Then the voices start up again. Quieter, and noticeably fewer than before, but they’re there.

He slams on the inside of the box as hard as he possibly can. Over and over and over.

As one could expect, the voices come closer. He can make one out as his sister, Clover. The other two are familiar, but…

They start banging and tapping on the box and trying to move the lid as he had, but again, to no avail.

He also begins to hear a soft beeping, and when it stops the lid of the box springs open.

Well then.

He sits up and his body protests. He feels weak and his neck aches, as if he’s just come out of anesthesia, but he’s no longer trapped in a box- coffin, it’s a coffin, from the shape of the lid he can tell it’s an actual, literal coffin, what the hell- so he can definitely say his overall condition has improved.

“Snake!”

“Snake?”

“Brother!”

From the awful nickname, he remembers. The nonary game. They’re on the titanic. And where are his clothes?

He steps out of the coffin with the help of Seven and Junpei, and his sister barrels into him with a surprising amount of force.

He asks the group to fill him in on what happened while he was knocked out in a coffin, and do they have a tale to tell. Soon the ragtag group is on their way to rescue their kidnapped companions, through the inexplicable second nine door.

Truly, the whole situation is still far less than ideal, but…