Characters held in chaos

A tiny capsule, buried deep within Bonesaw’s brain, burst. A cascade of hormonal events happened at once, releasing norepinephrine, draining melatonin, a half-dozen other reactions. Bonesaw awoke in an expanseless abyss of blinding white. Probably a pocket dimension, not unlike the one the Nine were incubating in, although somehow even stranger.

She was held in place by unknown forces, but she wasn’t in pain at all--apparently it was just some kind of stasis, and whoever was keeping her hadn’t counted on her knockout countermeasures. The concern that she might eventually starve to death in a realm where she appeared to be the only person, place, or thing occurred to her only a second before a door opened into the nothingness. Two silhouettes of roughly human shape stepped through. She didn't recognize Celo Phane, so naturally the other figure's identity was a complete mystery to her as well.

“Well, newcomer, here you go,” spake Phane. “All yours.”

The girl saw the other figure nod, and appear to stifle excited laughter.

*I love them.*

Phane sighed the sigh of someone who had seen this dozens of times. “You know the rules, I take it?”

*Hm? Oh yes, of course.*

“Well, then, seeing as I have a scramble to run…”

*Goodbye, then. And thanks.* Phane left through the same door, shutting it behind him. Bonesaw mentally noted that it was just the two of them now.

(...)

Bonesaw made eye contact with the one who had come through the door, but found it difficult to speak. “...Hey.” she managed.

*Oh! Hello there, Riley. You’re...not supposed to be awake for this part.*

“What…” she began, but the rest of the question wasn’t forthcoming. What was it she wanted to know, anyway? After waiting a second or two for her to continue, the--person? Person-like entity, certainly--took a step forward and smiled warmly.

*I won’t tell anybody if you won’t. And you’re about to forget all of this anyway, so you definitely won’t.*

That was an alarming assertion, but she had no response.

*Although maybe something can stick? Like a half-remembered dream. You’re trapped halfway between the control of a story and the chaos of reality. It’s really very exciting. I’m looking forward to seeing what you can teach us.*

Bonesaw didn’t get it, and at the moment wasn’t in the mood for riddles.

*As for advice... Stay curious. Be interesting. Seek the places that don’t exist. And of course, everyone knows that wrestling isn’t real.*

The world around her began to ripple and change, but Bonesaw was committed to remembering what she had just saw, burning it into her mind. What did this mean? What was the Scramble? She swore she’d remember this encounter, this place, whatever was happening. She was a scientist, after all.

Then she awoke in front of a locker, and instantly forgot it all.

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Round 0, Season 6, SanityMeter