~Its all a Simulation~ x reader

Dream?

"It's all a Simulation."

Everythings repeating itself. Every day is the same. You wake up. Do your stuff. Go to work/school. Go to sleep. And again. But what if,,, its not repeating?

Oh, I meant;

What if "every day" is actually the same, what if we just chose other options than "the day before"?

You thought to yourself while drawing a confused boy in an empty white room with options and question marks all around. Suddenly you heard your school bell ring. You look up to see your math class end. You packed your notebook and left your class. You look around the hallway.

Kids running around, teenagers just talking, laughing, flirting, and walking towards their next class or bathroom.

No one chose other option today, even you. You just kept on doing what you always do, go to a nearest library skipping rest of your classes not caring about the consequences. And as always you took out your notebook and your pen. You waved to the librarian, and she waved back. You sat in the corner of the library, looking around as you always do, to make sure no ones watching you and no one is planning on grabbing your notebook and seeing what are you doing.

You slowly start to scribble a faint sketch of a boy, that you drew earlier. This time his chest was wrapped in bandages, and so were his arms. On his forehead there was a red word "She", and around him some slurs, comforting words, correcting his pronouns and name. Under him there was a question, and a couple answers.

"Do you want to reset and try again?"

'No' 'Yes' 'What?' '...'

At the very top, there were a couple messages.

"Its all a lie" "Its just a simulation" "Don't believe anything."

You looked closer at the messages confused. You don't remember writing anything here. Especially not anything like that. You run your thumb through the ink. The message gets blurry and after a second it disappeared. It took you a couple seconds to register what just happened, and then you just turned the page over.

You drew a small blop human in the corner sitting, like you, tired and confused. You slowly started writing at the top.

"Whats a lie?" "Is it true?"

All of a sudden you head starts throbbing when you were about to write other questions. The pain was getting worse and worse. You threw your notebook to the side and hold your head in your hands.

After a couple long seconds the throbbing stopped.

You look up, slowly turning your head towards your notebook. You hesitantly reached your hand towards it. Nothings happening. You grabbed it. Nothing. You took a shaky breath and slowly opened it on the page you started writing on. Questions you asked were all blurred, like someone tried to erase them with their finger but failed. Your human blop had black tears? You weren't sure what it was, but it looked like black tears, or maybe dark blood?

You shook your head, continuing to explore your notebook to see any other weird things. You didn't notice anything but some weird black drops on some of your pages, and some tears on some of your drawings, like on your human blop. You relaxed a bit, still confused and a bit scared, but not as much. You looked at your phone to see what time it is. Your classes has ended so you decided to go back home for today, and not stay in the library as usual.

On your way back home, you couldn't help but think about weird stuff that happened just a couple minutes ago. "What the hell was that, why my head started throbbing? Why my questions were erased..?" You asked yourself quietly so no one could hear you. You ot lost in your thoughts and didn't realize when you made it home. You said "Hello" to your mom and went straight to your room not eating dinner nor doing anything unnecessary, that a normal human being would do. You just didn't feel like doing anything after what happened.