Warning: Cussing and mention of panick attack(s).
"It's cold..." was all you could think about as you slowly opened your eyes. "Huh? This isn't my bed at all. What's this weird blanket thingy? I think it was called a" futon" or something like that... " The futon looked as if it hadn't been washed for a while.
Even though the smell made you uncomfortable, it seemed to not bother you as much as you thought it would. Thank god, you didn't feel the need to throw up because of that.
Slowly, you sat up, making the floor creak a bit under your weight, and took a glance around the room. There wasn't much to see in here.
You were facing a wooden slide door. The entire place seemed to be made out of simple wood. You could also see specks of mold in the corners of the room. A closet was placed on the right side of the door.
Faintly you could see that someone had carved some sort of a small floral pattern onto the door. It looked kinda cute and it reminded you of a wisteria flower. Next to the closet, was a mirror chest. The mirror itself was pretty smudged and dirty.
You felt kinda sad to see such a pretty mirror being all dirty like that. Taking a look behind you, you saw a worn out shamisen having been laid against the wall. Wait, how did you know that this instrument was called "shamisen"?
Despite not knowing wherever the hell you were or how you even knew that instrument, you strangely didn't feel the need to panick.
No, it seemed as if everything was familiar to you even though you've never been here. That only made you furrow your eyebrows out of confusion.
Standing up to get out of your futon, you made your way towards the closet. "Might as well take a look on what kinda clothes my dream would give me."
Opening the closet, the first thing you saw was a faded dark blue yukata with cherry blossoms at the bottom of it, which seemed to fade away around the middle part. The color seemed to have gotten quite dull and it seemed to have been worn pretty often. Not seeing anything else being in the closet, you decided to close it.
"Wow, that was pretty disappointing. Good to know, that my brain decided to give me some pretty shitty dreams again. F in the chat. If there even is one, since this place seems to be old as fuck." Letting out a huff, you decided that you should atleast take a look at yourself and made your way towards the mirror chest. You closed your eyes to silently pray in your head.
" My brain better not be making me look like total shit like the last times. Would always look as if someone beat me up or something"Muttering to yourself in annoyance, you opened your eyes.
Looking back at you, wasn't you.
No.
Not at all.
It was someone entirely different.
Okay, now it was time to panick.
"What the fuck, what the fuck??? I know that I'm not the most prettiest being in the world but my brain didn't have to change my entire LOOK?!!" You strongly had to refrain yourself from yeeting this mirror chest out of the window. If this place even had any.
Staring back at you was a girl, who didn' t look to be older than 12 years old.
You or more like the" girl" had wavy black hair, that went down to your or "her" hips. A petite face with delicate features. Slightly chubby cheeks, that would show some cute dimples whenever you would move your mouth.
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