The trauma.

The beginning

I have just been reincarnated as dirtscrubber, my owner made me green, put me in a spider man shirt with a rock sticker. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I have no pants? Weird but okay. The first friend I make is "dishwasherr" they're purple. Cool. My owner starts playing piggy, I died every time. My owner gets off of Roblox and I'm left to think about my traumatic day. I'm teleported to a room. I have a bathroom, a small kitchen, a bed and a couch. I look around, there's no doors, no walls, just a open room with basic necessity's. I look in the fridge for some food. Hmm, chezburga or pizza? After 30 Roblox minutes, I finally decide to eat a chezburga, every time I take a bite I hear "mmmm chezburga" I only have four bites of my chezburga and it disappears, I walk to my toilet and take a fat Roblox shit. I feel super light, almost like I can float to a new game. Sadly, that's not possible. I walk over to my wardrobe and put on my pajamas. I lay down in bed and try to get some rest before my owner comes back to play some more games. I drift off to sleep, I jump up in bed, I had a nightmare? That's possible? I'm just a green midget, how can I have nightmares?! I try to remember the dream, this huge pink fat pig pops into my mind, I'm taken back to today, being killed by this fat ass over and over. Soon enough it feels like I'm back in the game. I can't breathe. The thought of dying over and over again by a fat ass pig hitting me with a bat is all I can think of. I start hyperventilating, am I gonna die? AGAIN? I can't do this. I run to my bathroom to splash water on my face, before I can make it to the sink everything goes black. I blink, nothing happens. I blink again, lovely. I've been teleported to the Roblox Home Screen. Here we go again..