@CrimsonStarFallen
After watching everyone else left in his vicinity and growing so very bored, he finds his way to this alleged training room.
Two rooms, or at least two halves of one. One's a fiery forge, the other a chocolate wasteland. Of all the things he has seen since arriving in this poor place, this makes the most sense to him. He has to fight the urge to laugh, it makes so much sense.
But these rooms aren't for him. No, they won't do at all. He needs one better, more...
tailored to his tastes and desire. Yes, something
personalized, like a laptop or a Build-a-Bear.
A Build-a-Bear would be nice right about now. Really, he could spend all day just sitting down with it and--
No no nonono,
focus. No time to think about all that right now.
Must find a way to make a new room. These others have done it, clearly. He should be capable of the same.
...Did they pick these rooms out of a list, or did they ask for them to be created?
Only one way to find out.
In the area just outside of the training room, the man in the clown-doll mask raises his head and speaks for the first time since he arrived. His voice is calm and steady, his speech as articulate as articulate can be.
"These rooms don't appear to be satisfactory to me. Is it possible for me to choose another?"
He seems to be addressing someone or something that isn't there. Or at least, someone or something that isn't immediately visible.