It appeared while he was gazing up at the ceiling, lying on the bed, waiting to fall asleep. To be more precise, it manifested at that exact moment. For a second, they watched each other, before asking "Who are you?"
He assumed it would have laughed as it spoke, and so he did the same. He asked again:
"What is your name?"
He felt like the name Taylor would fit. Surprisingly, as soon as he thought that, it replied "Taylor."
"Why are you here?"
For fun?
"For fun."
He shook his head. It kept replying as he assumed it would reply. After trying to understand this situation without talking for a second, he said "Are you able to read my mind?"
He knew it was nonsense, but things wouldn't make sense if it couldn't.
"I am able to read your mind."
Now he understood he was caught in some kind of loop. He couldn't tell whether things were simply happening as he assumed, or if it was really able to read his mind. Regardless, he allowed for the possibility of either being true. As he continued, it would make him go deeper into the maze of his own thoughts. Because he was thinking.
So he said, "You said you are able to read my mind."
Yes.
"Yes."
"You also said you're here for fun."
Yes.
"Yes."
"So what is your name again?"
Remington.
"Remington."
He felt butterflies in his stomach. It smiled at him.
"You're… not going to kill me, right?"
But he was coming up with an answer that he shouldn't of thought.
"Yes, I am."