Above me is an intense light, a fake sun of sorts, hanging from an equally fake sky, or also known as a ceiling.

The instincts gradually returned to my body, their first commandment was for me to put force on my upper body, propelling it forward and for one of my limbs to grasp upon my head.

Geometry unfolds before me, a rectangular space made of primarily of drywall, ceramic and many more.

A room

Specifically, the one which food is prepared and often devoured as well, one step following the other, and by the sight I was beholding, the often forgotten third step in the rituals that happen in this room was indeed, neglected, by many or one catasthrophical individual.

Among the digestable and the non-digestable items spewed across...everywhere, I see it

Some sort of pulsating entity made of edible material, but didn't register to me as eatable at first, a mostly round anatomy with thin sticks for neck and legs, it's hairs white and it's mouth enlogated and carrying a toothless smile.

Then, I remembered it's name.

Duck.

It's a duck, a bird.

The hesitation I perceive on myself tells me:This is no ordinary duck, since I act like it doesn't fit here, it's a Weird Duck.

Which causes my brain to beg for an answer born from the discovery of identity of the Duck.

Who am I?.

Throbbing and shaking, my brain connects every connection to my own identity, something or concept that's "Literally Me".

And then it relaxes, getting a satisfying conclusion as the fear of having lost my own identity, but there was nothing to worry, for amidst my neurons I found it at least, my identificative vocalization.

My name is Ryan Gosling.

And the duck before me, it's Weird Duck.

I nod and smile, receiving the reward for reaching a conclusion, what a exhilarating feeling! I've got to reach even more conclusions, that seems to be my drive.

Raising from my sitting position, with my height at the max output, I turn around, I see passages, most likely leading to even more segments of this cubical construct.

Locomotive lower limbs initiated, the "Kitchen" was left, The Weird Duck follows behind me, do ducks feel wonder?.

The scenery is unlike anything I remember, it was neither kitchen, duck or ceiling, it sat with it's back on the wall, due to a coincidence between my perspective and my own anatomy, since it has similar limbs compared to me, it's not a duck, there couldn't be a second one, otherwise the Duck would stop being Weird.

Crouching to meet the being at matching orbs, I noticed theirs were inactive, just like when I was in the abyss, I look at my own corporeal being, then back at theirs, my grabbing appendage holding the connection between the central area and the right limb, applying force back and forth.

"Are you Ryan Gosling?."

I asked, and soon get an answer in the form of a tremblor and movement from their vocal emitter, but I couldn't comprehend the words, something like "aarrgggghhhwwhhhahhh?", for a moment, I was afraid that despite finding another one literally like me, I'd still be alone.

"Huh?...no?...I'm...just a nobody, I guess."

Nobody?, but I see their body, wait, they weren't unsure of themselves, that's what "I guess" meant in that phrase, or could it be a surname?.

"Okay, Nobody I Guess, could you tell me if..."

What is the question I can make about The Weird Duck?, I already know what it is and how it's called, what's missing?.

Aha!, [a "reason" to exist], things exist because there's reasons for their existence, that's is easy to conclude, and what easier way to know than to wonder.

Who owns the duck?, I'm certainly owned by someone, and this space (maybe) is owned by me, so, someone must own the duck.

"Hey dude...are you alright?, you've been silent for a bit now, wh- ow...what can I tell you?.

Nobody I Guess holds their hand against the top of the upper skin of their central thought channel, just before the tendrils connect.

"Do you own the duck?."

There's a pause, not awkward, I'm fine waiting for them to continue, esoteric (Note: I don't know what esoteric means (Author's Note:I don't know what "esoteric" means)) questions are hard to answer.

"Wha."

Another space of absent noise, I waited once more, understanding that there's no rush to respond to my query, eventually they do notice the duck-shaped figure behind me (The Duck).

"No??, Wh-why is there even a duck here?, they're not even local."

"Local", a name, for a duck, I rub the part near the taster whose name I just remembered and thought hard about it, what did The Weird Duck have that it reminded them of Local?. Flashing them The Look (detective version).

"So...is Local an important duck?, and how does this relate to the duck behind me?.

They shift in the ground for a bit before stretching to the most efficient height for locomotive bipedal transportation, with even more difficulty than me when I did it, they seem to be having an issue on their skills as they address me with multiple blinks, the meaning behind said notion unknowable by me.

"Listen man, I better get going, should've known better than to get wasted like I did...gosh my head."

They pause while rubbing their ocular sensors, then adds.

"It was a cool party, I think, sorry for the mess, but yeah, goodbye..."

I grabbed their arm, stopping them from vanishing from my sight.

"You can't leave."

I muttered without even moving my nervous connector.

"Party?, mine?, mess?. I'm learning new words thanks to you, You're a fountain of knowledge, I cannot let you abandon me."

And with that, images began spreading through my inner organs, party-mine-mess connection: group of people together, a group I was a part of, the sounds of metal colliding and flashing lights, and Nobody here was apologizing for the mess, an antagonist turned ally?, they're key to unraveling my past.

Letting go, I gaze upon the ceiling, focusing on the marks etched on it's surface.

"tell me everything you know."

I waited and waited, until the bones holding my head began to hurt, no, not only the neck by the way. Forcing me to look at what's in front of me.

Another wall, it has a few holes in it and liquid scars, but nothing else of note.

In search of more stimuli, I turn around in search of Nobody, their fixated on me, ready to impart wisdom, but I don't want second-hand knowledge, I want to grasp it with my first hand.

Stepping into the unknown, I step forwards, 9 steps to be exact, then I cross the threshold between these spaces, and I'm met with a strange sight, the area was lesser in size in comparison to the kitchen, while that was rectangular, this one is more of a square, there's some plastic artifacts of which I'm familiar they're for "storing" stuff, but something bugs me off.

Why is there a gap in occupied space?, like something should be here, my carriers tap on the floor at a rhythm, and I hear a "quack" sound behind me, satisfying to my ears, I face the source of the aereal vibrations.

"Yes, Nobody?."

Nobody was looking at a different coordinate than I, and had tried to catch my attention, awaiting for the torrent of insight that's about to befall me.

"..."

I continued to stare, Nobody finally returns the gesture.

"Are you...gonna address that?."

My grasp tightens on my own flesh, for all knowing they were, Nobody was being unnecessarily cryptic.

"Address what?, please speak not in riddles, I'm in urgent need of your wisdom, I feel like there's something missing in our surroundings.

Their whole posture became a bit more tense as they attempt to throw their appendages to an objective apparently located beyond my perspective.

"Yeah, the fucking wall."

Oh yes, a new word, "wait what do you mean-

My world turns on it's axis as I attempt to behold what was behind me, a hole in the structure, greater than me and Nobody combined, I rush towards it, lights from places beyond my memory strike me, but the pain caused by them doesn't stop me, throwing myself at the floor I attempt to piece together the wall, my attempt crumbles shortly, just like the property value, that last part brings dread.

"...Sorry for my outburst and well, your wall too.

I pick myself up from the floor, pain and cold spreading through skin.

"Why does it hurt?."

Some new definitions are unlocked as the words come out from me, I could only hold onto Nobody's, my muse's incoming advice.

"Because this is your home?, I guess?, I'd be upset if my walls were obliterated too."

Where once I found enlightenment through their words, this time I found nothing, in fact, what they said was false, but the word was similar in a way, maybe they had a speech impairment?.

"Nobody, what are you talking about?, this is a house."

Nonsense, how could Nobody get it wrong?, maybe the problem laid in mineself, no, that couldn't be neither, I'm always right on everything, including in trusting Nobody's advice.

Brushing off Nobody's flawed reply, I move away from these coordinates and the events associated with them, the Weird Duck is there too, observing.