Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191005064301/@comment-36309590-20191011211108

I awoke with a start, my head, well, not pounding thankfully but still fuzzy as hell. Sitting up, or doing my best to rather, I found myself spraweled out behind a large metal object that I soon realized was a dumpster. And that's when it all came flooding back, or... not. As a matter of fact, I couldn't quite remember how I ended up here. Last thing I did remember was looking around a local bookstore when some man bumped into me, causing me to spill my drink.

Everything after was a blur however. Which was concerning to say the least as, last I recall, I hadn't had any alcohol. So that left only one option, in my mind anway. I was drugged. But by who? And why? Furthermore, why was I sitting behind a sumpster in an alleyway of all places? Had whoever done this to me brought me here as well? If that was the case then had they...? No, they hadn't. I didn't know why exactly, maybe it was intuition, but I felt as though I hadn't been harmed in any way.

Carefully getting to my feet, and doing my best to ignore the overwhelming feeling of vertigo that washed over me, I did my best to remain standing as I stumbled out of the alleyway, bag and money (somehow?) in hand. Stepping out onto the sidewalk I did my best to fix up my hair and straighten out my clothing before slowly making my way back home, the whole situation still nagging at the back of my mind incesantly.

I felt as though I was missing something, but what?