Sorry that this reads like a Reddit fanfic lol

You're awoken, it's bright... and dark? Hello!, says someone. Hello? you say, What's happened? The assignment has called you to my realm, he says, in a matter-of-fact tone. What? We'll get to it later; for now, look around. You do so. Again, it's hard to determine what exactly surrounds you, but it's certainly interesting. HumanHummus, says a spinning... banner? There's some other bits of text scattered about, contrasted against a blinding neon background.

Looking around has all but clarified the scenario you find yourself in. You inquire further, Let me ask again, WHAT is going on !? You've arrived at humanhummus.com!, he says... Wait a second, he? You look to your right, there's a strange picture of a monster-esque creature. Pretty neat, right? UwU, the picture says.

Who are you?, you ask, with what feels like the millionth question.Oh, right, I'm the Drungalwort; keeper of this realm. The response was unclear, to say the least. Thus, you ask yet another question, What is a Drungalwort? I'm so glad you asked. The monster, or rather, the Drungalwort, proceeds to reach over and click... itself. FLASH!

A slightly different environment reveals itself. This is me! I'm the Drungalwort, pronouns he/he, he gestures to a button that says Pronouns he/he followed by a picture of Michael Jackson. Click it! says the Drungalwort. So you do, a deafening laughing sound plays. Ah, he/he, Michael Jackson? It's a bad joke.

So... Drungalwort, you start, what am I doing here exactly?. The creature replies, You're here to finish an assignment, but that's beside the point at the moment, wanna play some games? Sure, I guess? you reply, unsure of what to say. click on the games button! says the Drungalwort. You your eyes are still overwhelmed by the inundation of colors. Eventually though, you locate the button that says Gamez. You stop. Where are your hands? Where is your body? How will you press the button? You did press a button before, thus it's possible, but how? Where is my body‽ you ask, panicked. The Drungalwort replies promptly, online, you have no body, only mind and soul, you simply will your actions into fruition. You imagine(?) yourself pressing the button, and you do. FLASH!

Again the environment changes. You're still pretty disturbed by your lack of a physical self, but there's not much to be done now. In any case, The display before you hosts an array of strange images accompanied by miscellaneous text. pick one!, says the Drungalwort. You gaze upon the slurry of options, but one in particular catches your eye Drungy speak? you say, questioningly. Yes, that's my voice says the Drungalwort. You pause for a moment. How had you not noticed, until now, that the Drungalwort had no voice, that you, in fact, had no voice? The communication was somewhat telepathic? Curiosity got the better of you, and in hopes of answering these questions, you click the button. FLASH!

Yet again, a screen appears before you, with a text prompt, a speed slider, and a submit query button. You notice that the Drungalwort is gone. hello? you ask. what's up he replies from the ether. Alright, cool, that's normal you think to yourself. The Drungalwort prompts you, Just type in what you want me to say, and I'll say it!. You think for a moment, and decide you want him to say test. You're not sure how you're going to enter the text, but based on the previous encounter, you decide to simply will the text into the box, and that seems to work. You press submit and in a second, there's a play button. You click play, and a grating, largely unintelligible voice says test. Having gotten the message you're now curious. You again click the button that says gamez. FLASH!

You go on like this, clicking button after button, link after link. You go through games, the sad excuse of a blog, random, broken pages, and on and on. It's all sort of become a blur. Finally, you arrive at the home page again and ask the Drungalwort, Again, what is going on? let me show you

He takes you through what feels like a river, or a swimming pool? Either way, you're transported to a new location. You look around, it looks like a scene from the matrix, Linux processes, terminal monitoring software, and more. We're now at the administrator's computer, the Drungalwort says, finally taking the lead in conversation. By this point, you're hardly phased by the ominous administrator. Nevertheless, you inquire, the administrator? That's ominous. The Drungalwort replies, Ominous? Didn't you notice? It's not capitalized; it's just Michael, A.K.A. Alex.. Having little closure on who on earth(?) this was, you ask again, who? It's the guy that made the website and stuff. Anyways, check this out!

He types a command, nvim /home/user/school/ELA/narrative.fdm, into a terminal. A text file opens up. read it he says. So you do. As you start reading You're awoken it's bright... and dark?. Wait a minute, you say, this is what I said when I first appeared here! Yes. This is the assignment you were needed for the Drungalwort says. You read farther, you see now, your own thoughts before you think them, your words before you say them. Doesn't this break time‽ you say, panicked. You look around, the Drungalwort's gone. Everything's gone.

You wake up. Everything's a blur; you don't remember or understand much, but what you know happened was: the chamomile in your tea was actually datura, and you had pretty severe psychosis. That explains everything.

THE END

I realize this is a mediocre story, but it's all I could think to write about.