At the end of your sentence, or demand, your voice raises in pitch and even though conveying how scared you are is really a bad idea, as you know that predators prey on fear, your physiological reaction forces your voice to quiver as you keep on stuttering out to the dark, demands to know why you are here, that you won't comply with their will, and to let you go at once. Your quivering queries is met with a damning silence.
Even though it's pitch black, you think maybe it's a good idea to start exploring the place using your other senses to find out if what you initially thought was a cave is what it actually is.

Abruptly that same disembodied voice rings out again.
"subject invalid for program, termination measures activated"

You curse to yourself, of all the aliens, or cave monsters, or whatever the heck these things are to get kidnapped by, why did you! have to get kidnapped by the homophobic variety.

You quickly increase your pace along the moss covered wall, your feet stumbling on the uneven rock of the floor. You need  to find a way out of here and fast!

As your feet pound across the floor, you hear the voice once again, its cold tones assaulting your ears. "Subject 2020 is attempting escape through the western entrance. Focus the termination ray directly between the two doors leading to the outside human world."
You're confused. Doesn't this thing understand you speak english? Why is it broadcasting its plans to you? You feel a brese on your left cheek. You stop and turn your head, trying to figure out if it's another hallway. Deciding that it is wide enough for you to walk in, you turn left and bolt down that hall as the voice updates its companions or whatever of your whereabouts.

From behind you you hear a crackling hiss and look to see the corridor you just left filled with light and heat, some sort of stream of fire.
You realize two things, firstly that if the previous announcement was correct the way back home must be up that corridor, but secondly that the strange domed shaped device shooting at you from up ahead must be something different from the kill protocol previously activated.

Sure enough, as a second shot pings from your upraised shield you hear a very different whining mechanical voice come from the floating dome.

"Hay! male humans aren't supposed to have deflection equipment, they're a low level mob, they shouldn't be able to affect a fifth level float sphere with extra armour, much less pickup dungeon loot items"

Lol lord Lundin, I got the idea when Shotgun started talking about shooting and deflecting with shields etc.
Having a monthly story isn't a bad idea either, though we'll see how this one goes down.
Btw beware, heavy background section coming.

"what on earth is going on?" you ask, feeling as though you've been launched into an episode of the twilight zone.
The young girl speaks first.

"We apologise for the abrupt manner of your transfer and your exposure to physical harm"
Then the father continues, his voice having exactly the same cadence and inflection as the child's though in a deeper register.

"We had programmed the system to locate a compatible human subject so that we could expand the family with a human member , however when you were proved to be outside of the expected paradigm for psycho/sexual testing, the system defaulted to extreme hazard quarrentine protocols"

Oh brilliant! you think to yourself, uncomfortably reminded of all the arguments you've had with petty burocrats like the local council over the fact that yes you were married, but no there was not! a Mrs. O'riley, just two Mr. O'rileys. Of all the aliens, or group minds or extra dimensional entities to be kidnapped by you had to be kidnapped by the one looking for a compatible human female. Maybe all those scifi bee movies from the fifties about some  crazy alien overlords with ridiculous hair styles, huge cloaks  and pointy black beerds coming to steel earth women were true after all.

"so let me get this straight" you begin, wincing slightly at your own unintentional pun.
"You are some sort of alien single mind or something and were looking for a human female to mmmmm, breed with? but got me instead so decided to use me as cannon fodder or something?"

All of the family look shocked at the very idea.
"No!" they exclaim in unison.

then the mother speaks, her voice kindly.
"We are indeed as you have deduced not from your world, and yes we were looking for a member of your species to join their consciousness with ours since we wished to learn of your planet. The experience would not have been unpleasant and certainly it was not our intention to force any sort of joining  a human who does not wish it"

Then the young man speaks, sunlight gleaming in his blonde hair.

"Since we do not have the technology to gather or test members of other races, we had to commission a salvage and reality brokerage firm, and it was they who began the quarentine measures"

the young girl speaks again.
"We were able to hack into their reality server and open a pathway to another part of their system where they run a dungeon scenario, and then recover you by posing as a player, however this will not work for long"

"what do you mean?"
You look around nervously, expecting to see more floating spheres or waves of fire rushing at you, wondering exactly how real the apparently earthlike landscape of the parkland and small pleasant house surrounding you actually is.

The father speaks, his voice suddenly grave.
"Since you do not fulfil the request for the the object we commissioned from the salvage company, your reality rights have reverted to them and they have made you part of their dungeon scenario perminantly. As a player we can keep you in our residence for a short time, a few hours at most, but when that time finishes your reality will revert to the standard dungeon makeup and you will become part of that makeup, effectively another mobile entity in the dungeon for players to gain experience from"

You remember back to the online games you've played, thinking of all the times you dispatched hoards of monsters with magic spells or laser weapons and shudder.
"so what your saying is, I'm not what you wanted so now this salvage and retrieval company want to make me some of piece in a game?"

The family all nod gravely.
"Your only possible way of escape is to attain the status of an independent agent that can move through the system and thus cross out of the dungeon scenario into the retrieval program"

You frown, kicking up the gravel with your foot.
"what do you mean an independent agent?"
The family all smile at you.

"One specialised mobile responsable for the direct destruction of players of the game"

The mother says.
In an oddly childish gesture the seven year old girl claps her hands and smiles up at you.

"You need to become, what I believe in your world is called a boss!"

Comment: um ... Dark. I was actually going to delete that last post of mine but thanks for having enough LSD to salvage the situation
not really how my dream invisioned these people though --- but then again I broke it. I'm sorry about that. I love the fact you were able to completely fuck me over and push it back to your cenario. It reminds me of times where I was actually a decent storyteller and I was at camps as a kid and we could sit around a campfire and tell a story.
Maybe after all I should be happy I broke it because I bet it was a bit of an exercise for you to salvage my horrible mishap

Ok I'm not very good at putting myself in the shoes of someone stuck inside a dungeon. No what I mean is I guess I'm confused about ... wait I actually have an idea.

Lol Lundin, blaime too much Doctor Who, sorry if you thought I was overtaking your idea or similar, I was just trying to keep things going along a sort of reality bending semi sf horror type affair which we'd started off with so tried  continue in that theme and bring everything together. Now the question is how do we get the guy out of trouble?

Despite the fact that your now seemingly in a place where laws of physics are more sort of guidelines, your still slightly astonished when the door of the small  house opens to  a vastspace lit with bright artificial light.

Following the family inside you look around in astonishment at a space which seems to be something  between an aircraft hanger and the workshop of an insane artist.

A vast room, littered with unguessable equipment stretches out before you, all lit with harsh industrial lighting. Things like victorian diving suits all brass and leather and tubing sit in one corner, while what appears to be a cross between a velvet covered sherman tank and an over sized aracknid squats menacingly in another.
A shelf holds a number of the floating domed spheres you encountered in the cave, while a thing like a wire bookcase contains an array of strange, knobbly tubular devices which look like a cross between iron tree branches and telescopes.

The end of the room is dominated by a massive painter's easel the size of a cathedral door leaning against the wall. yet, the white thing that is stretched across it is a little too bright and glossy to be ordinary paper, and when you look down at the paint pallet set in front of the easel you can't help wondering if the small, sealed pots of paint are humming slightly.

The young girl speaks.

"We have a limited amount of  and equipment here that is compatible with the dungeon scenario, but we can equip you with some protective devices and weaponry"

The young man crosses to the easel.

"Using quantum visualisation technology, we can also make you a copy of something from your own plane of reality to be of assistance. For example if there is a tribal weapon your race is familiar with, or even a member of your own race who you would wish a copy of as a subsidiary slave unit"

You hold up your hands.
"Wait a minute, i don't want a slave, not even a slave who is a copy of somebody not the real person"

the mother speaks in a kindly tone.

"Unfortunately, since your best chance of survival in the dungeon scenario is as a senior standard mobile, this necessitates that some of youu immurgent nature be used to create subsidiary mobiles"

You glance from one to the other of them, trying to get past the less than simple explanation.

"So what your saying is, because I am going to be the boss of a dungeon, I'll need to choose some minians to be the boss of, as well as some weapons?"

They all nod.

Your mind goes blank. Sure enough you've played your share of games, everything from Super Marrio brothers to call of duty, but you have never fired a gun in your life, and most of your knolidge of combat comes from Soul Calibur and street fighter games, ---- not to mention a few too many old Bruce Lee films as a child.
How the hell can you be expected to use even normal weapons, let alone these weird alien devices, much less  slaves, or minions or subsidiaries or whatever they were called.

@Dark first I wasn't mad at you for disrupting my narrative; it was obviously not planned out and I was disrupting your own narrative which isn't an issue because that's kinda the point of these stories imho, but I thought the way you were taking it was more interesting. I just woke up from the most beautiful dream ever and I wanted to preserve some of the spirit but the premis was wrong to begin with and my mind was hazy.
Also in regards to your latest contribution --- yepp, now I'm definitely out of this until we resume into the actual dungeon and I've learned some of the boss's abilities. I'm not very good, or actually I'm totally worthless at making up technological gismos and their descriptions, as opposed to classical magic settings in which case I'd say I'm really damn gifted.

@Bookrage yepp, I had a look at the storium website and completed the tutorial, but I have no idea how to join another game. Also it seemed to be a little too slow-going for my taste but I quite like the concept.