[Once upon a time, there was a man. He awoke with a gasp, mind wandering and body sweating.]

His eyes focused to reveal the inside of a log cabin. He was in a bed. A table was beside him, a glass of water atop it. A piece of paper was on the table. He continued to look around, confused, not noticing the note.

[Instead of sitting there like an idiot, he decided to read the note that was right beside him, which somehow he didn't notice.]

He heard the voice. It was deep and sonorous, as if it displayed many emotions at once. "Wh-who's there?

[I am The Narrator. We're playing what I guess you could call a story. Now pick up the note, so we can continue.]

He read it. It said:
"THE WATER'S FOR YOU. DRINK IT WISELY, IT IS ALL YOU SHALL RECIEVE."

[By it was a glass of water. He grasped the cup, and drank the water.]

He eyed it suspiciously. Obviously he wouldn't drink it.

[I SAID, 'Hesitantly, he grasped the cup, and drank the water'.]

He didn't. He wouldn't listen to the voice.

[Listen here, brat. You are in MY game. You are no longer in your realm, as such you will play by my rules. Drink the water, or I'll kill you.]

Considering the voice's mysterious intention, not knowing the voice's validity and not wanting to risk his life, he drank the water.

[You do what I say now. "He got up, searching for his ID."]

Awkwardly, he got up and looked around. He couldn't find it. He checked under the bed and around it, but it was nowhere to be seen. He looked up to where the voice seemed to originate from, almost as if asking for its approval.

[He thought, 'perhaps if I looked in my pockets like a smart person, I'd find it'.]

He exclaimed, "Oh, so that's how you're gonna be, huh, smartass?" He checked his pockets to find a wallet. "Fine, I'll play your game, you rogue." He opened it, to find a drivers license. "COX, MICHAEL", it read.

[No... no, a better one...]

The name suddenly blurred for a second. When it resurfaced, it read, "CRAFT, DAVID".

[No, that won't work... How about... "Thomas"? Yes, that seems appropriate.]

Again it changed, and read, "HALL, THOMAS". This left him flustered; what was this 'voice'? How could it do such things?

[After finding it, he listened to the atmosphere of the cabin. It was totally silent.]

It was indeed silent, aside from 'The Narrator's' voice and his own breathing. The voice spoke again.

[He heard a noise from behind him. A growl, a snarl.]

He heard the growling of a monster (A wolf, perhaps?), and was suddenly paralyzed with fear. The noise stayed quiet and far. It wasn't too late to run.

[While the monster creeped up behind him, would he stay there and let the thing eat him, or would he run like a smart person would?]

He ran through a long hallway, which began to materialize as soon as he entered. He could hear the thing's footsteps behind him, but he refused to look. He ran faster to the door, and when he got to it, he closed it and locked it. Loud knocks and bangs from the door erupted, but they slowly stopped.

[Impressive, I'll give you that. But all of my subjects get through this part.]

Near him was a set of doors. A gun and a knife were inside of a bucket, which he took. Before he walked through the door, he asked: "What do you want from me?"

[All I want, Tom, is a good story. That's all I want. But I can't have that if you won't cooperate.]

"...Fine," he said. "I'll do what you want."

[He opened the door, hoping not to have to confront what lurked in the darkness.]

He put his hand on the handles, but did not open the door. Something told him not to.

[A sudden surge of pain flew through him.]

Suddenly his eyes went blind and his hands went for his ears. For seconds an unbelievable pain surged through his body, as if being electrocuted.

[Go through the damn door.]

"OKAY, OKAY!" He grabbed the door, and the pain stopped. He turned the handle, and pushed.

He saw grey hallways. There were doors, with numbers above them. He began to walk. He heard voices and whispers, quiet but definitely from the same place the voice came from.

[The voices of the damned reached out to him. He couldn't save them. But could he save himself?]

"Christ," Tom said, "Sure is a drama queen."

[Well then...He heard a snicker. Something inhuman.]

He continued to walk. Maybe if he ignored the voice...

[He felt something thin and stringlike touch his face.]

It tackled his face. He frantically grabbed at it; a spider web.

[The noise grew louder.]

He spun around. Something grabbed him.

[A giant spider grabbed him, it's front two legs attempting to rip him apart.]

He attempted to grab the spider as well. The thing was huge; if he tried hard enough he could make it crumble under it's own weight.

[He began to kick at it, using his legs to hit it.]

His arms stopped and went to his sides involuntarily. His legs began to spasm uncontrollably. "STOP IT! THAT ISN'T FAIR!"

[The spider began to rip at his shirt. Soon it would have its meal.]

He panicked. What would he do? He couldn't hit the creature. He screamed in pain as a leg pierced his skin.

The spider stopped.

It stepped back, dropping Tom. He looked at it. Putting two and two together, he screamed, this time directly at the thing.

It jumped back again. The Narrator was speechless. Tom screamed at it again, and it began to crawl away. In seconds it was gone.

[...Using his clever mind, Tom defeated the creature. Apparently he had forgotten he had a gun and a knife in his pocket.]

"I probably would've used it if you hadn't cheated," he said.

[Hey, you made me. You aren't doing things correctly. When you don't do what I say I have to change the story.]

"Whatever. What now?"

[A door appeared to his left.]

He looked to the door, suddenly there. As he walked towards it he decided not to hesitate, as it angered the voice. He opened the door.

He saw a bedroom fit for a little boy. A bed, a television (Which didn't work), another door, and a closet. It was dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for years. He didn't know what to do.

[A sudden and loud 'BANG!' erupted from the closet.]

Loud booms came from it, and he immediately sprinted for the door.

[The doors were locked, and the thing would get out in seconds. Whatever could he do to save himself?]

More bangs. The handle jiggled. More booms. Tom took the gun out of his pocket.

[Indeed, he could use the gun, but that would be too easy.]

A creature burst out. It was red and veiny, humanoid. It screeched at him, and lunged at him.

[Instead, he woul-]

BANG!

The monster fell to the ground, a bullet in it's eye. The man put away the gun.

[...You weren't supposed to shoot it.]

"I wasn't going to let it KILL me."

[...The door unlocked, and he walked through it.]

He walked in to see a large room, nothing but a cloaked man sitting in a chair. Nothing was noticeable about him, his features covered up by the darkness. The man said, "In it he noticed a-"

[In it he noticed a-]

The man noticed him, barely startled. "Oh. How did you get here? Did it glitch, or-"

"Who ARE you!?" He said, pointing the gun at him.

"I am The Narrator." He said. He then spoke in a slightly different tone, much louder and yet quieter at the same time.

[His gun suddenly unloaded itself, rendering it useless.]

He threw down the gun, not working anymore.

"It seems the story is too screwed up to handle now. I told you you should've cooperated. Now, I have to kill you."

He ran at the Narrator, knife in hand. Before he could reach the man, he spoke in that same tone.

[He dropped dead.]

He dropped the knife. His legs turned to jelly, and he could no longer move. He fell down, as the Narrator stood above him. "The end," he said, as Tom died.

"Well, I'll have to start over with a new, more... cooperative subject."

He spoke again.

[Once upon a time...]

Outside the room, the entire universe changed. Nothing but a void. A room just like the first emerged.

[...There was a girl.]

Slowly, a skeleton faded onto the bed. Veins, organs, and others began to grow onto it. Skin wrapped itself around the body, and then features began to grow. They made a girl.

[She awoke with a gasp, mind wandering and body sweating.]

Her eyes fluttered open, startled by the voice. "Whe... where am I?"

[I'm the Narrator. You are in a story, an epic tale, the first of your kind. Let's get started, shall we?]