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TWS: HINT OF A SUICIDAL THOUGHT, REPEATING

2nd Person Y/ N

You woke up in a dark void. Where were you? You heard a noise. It sounded like static. You saw an old television turn on. It started to flash words. You tried to talk, but realized you couldn't speak.

d̴̩̤̾o̸̳̫̒͂ñ̵̙͓'̵̳͗t̵̙̫̑̽ ̶̣̏͝ḧ̷̰́i̶̦̠͛d̷͓͊ë̵̲
̵͇͊̃d̵̟͉̅̈́ǒ̷̩n̶̖̹͂'̴͖̉ṯ̴̝̑̀ ̴̘̽e̸͖̪̍̀s̵͍̓c̶̻̼̃a̵̟̅̊p̵̢̰͒͂ẹ̵̓
̶͚̠̋d̸̉͜o̶̝̓n̷̙͕̾'̸̩̃ẗ̵̠̰́ ̵̥̃̿t̵̤̼̒å̸͎l̷̡͐k̸̳̈́̽
̴̥̀͝d̶̳̔̉ö̶͍̮̀n̶̝͉̾'̶̩͂t̸͍̀ ̴̱͗̂ć̵̤̭ö̷̹̘́ǹ̷͖̅͜f̵̡̊͘ȯ̸͔̥͠r̶̢̯͐m̸̜̞̒͝
̸̰̒͗d̸̢̢̎̄ȯ̷͈͘n̶̗̒'̶̳̎t̴̪̗́ ̶̼̰̉h̷͓͑̕e̷̢̞͛̎s̴̝̎ͅi̸̹͛̅t̷͖̂a̵̪͂͝ẗ̴̪ę̷̐͝
̸̮̔̂l̸̮̟̅e̶͍͚̾͋a̶͎̋̃r̴̟͕̓͘n̴̼͛̓ ̶̖̱͛t̷͓͍̽͒h̴͉̊͒ê̸̘̺͋ ̴̥̐h̴̨̙͌i̵̫͖͐̊s̸̩̓t̵̺̥͆ò̷̬r̴̯̈́ỳ̴̦
̶̩̌f̵̟̗̉i̸̭̓n̸̞̗̾̈́ḓ̵́̑ ̵̫̠̿t̸̨͠h̶̜̀͌ȇ̸͜ ̵͕̞́̈́f̸̳͙̊͑o̵͍̖͆͝ų̷̄͑ņ̶̛͓d̶̩̊ȩ̶͊̀r̶̳̔ͅ
̸̛͙̫ė̵̯v̵̡̈́̐e̷̠̬͂̅ȓ̸̥̤̔ỹ̴̠̱̓t̶̜͘͠h̶̗̣́̋i̸͕͗͆ͅn̶̞̊̉ḡ̴̨̹ ̶̛͎͋h̶̠͗a̸̫̣͋s̸̝͉̈́ ̵͚̂̚a̸͚̍ ̸̱͐͠p̴̹̂u̶̱̅r̵̰͈̈́͋p̸͚̋o̵̡̰̚͘s̶̙̻̅e̶̻̮̔̋.̵͙͝ ̴̤̤̓j̶̭̜̆u̴̠̽͘s̷͖̔ť̷̤̰̑ ̶̈͜n̷̤͆o̸͆̈͜ẗ̶̝͖́ ̴͙͊t̷͉̜͋͗h̶͍̍̚e̷͙̼͆̀ ̸̢͇͝p̵̼̖͌͌ũ̸͓r̷̡͗̿p̴̠̖̑ŏ̶̡̯s̴̘̆é̷̞̂ ̴̜̺̋ẏ̷̝̥o̵͖̙͆u̸̝̣̇ ̵̠͖́̈́ẗ̵̫͉́̓h̶̬͕̎̈́i̵̯̰͆͑n̸̘͒͘ḱ̵͍͑.̵̡̜̉̈

The television flashed then turned off.

You woke up in a cold sweat. You tried to recall your dream but remembered nothing. You checked your phone to see a text from your friend asking to hang out. You agreed, having nothing else to do.

~~~~~

"Hey Y/N." Your friend said.

"Hey!" You responded.

"Have you heard about the new shit going on? Apparently someone unnamed and covering their face started revolting against the government or something. Isn't that crazy?" Your friend told you.

"That is crazy." You said with a monotone voice. You never liked the government but you didn't say anything.

"Yeah it is. They only got one picture." Your friend said as they showed you what you assumed was the picture.

It was a picture of a person with brown hair, wearing a half white half black mask and sunglasses on their face. They seemed very familiar.

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You and your friend had a great time together. You decided to head straight home to go to sleep.

~~~~~

You were in the same void. The same television turned on, but it said something different.

k̴̢̢͔̜̖͔͖̦̪̥̓̓̔͆̕͠i̸̟̩͚̭̩̖̘̅̒͌̾͜l̶̢̢̛̮͔̙̹̲͊̾l̵̨͖͖͙̜̳͕̦̄̿ ̴͖͖̮̲̹̞̞̈̒̋͌t̶̠̮̻͋́͂̓̾̚͠͝h̴̡̟̮̱͖͖̪̤̯͒̈̾̑̄ͅè̵͇̤̻̼̻̫̹̉͆̓̃͝ ̵̢̤̩̩͈̊̈́͛̚ͅf̶̧͓̭̯̔̕͝õ̶̢̤̘̜̹͉̌̀̐̾̅̊̚͘͜u̶̧͍͐n̵̺̖̜̿̀̊̐̐́̇̕͘d̵͉̺̝̜̠͕̈̍̈́ę̴͉̼͌̾́̆͒͆̇́̈͘r̵̗̠͚̈́́͒͗̓͊͋̕͘

You woke up in the same cold sweat, with the same text from your friend, except there were a few typos. 'It must be a coincidence' you thought as you got up to get ready.

~~~~~

"H-hey Y-Y/NN." Your friend said, sounding like their voice was glitching.

"Hey. Why did you want to see me again?" You asked, brushing off the weird glitching.

"What do you mean? We haven't seen each other since last week. Anyways have your heard of the crazy shit going on?" Your friend continued, saying the same things as they did yesterday.

Is the day repeating?

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You got home and fell asleep. Woke up in the same void, with the same television.

k̴̢̢͔̜̖͔͖̦̪̥̓̓̔͆̕͠i̸̟̩͚̭̩̖̘̅̒͌̾͜l̶̢̢̛̮͔̙̹̲͊̾l̵̨͖͖͙̜̳͕̦̄̿ ̴͖͖̮̲̹̞̞̈̒̋͌t̶̠̮̻͋́͂̓̾̚͠͝h̴̡̟̮̱͖͖̪̤̯͒̈̾̑̄ͅè̵͇̤̻̼̻̫̹̉͆̓̃͝ ̵̢̤̩̩͈̊̈́͛̚ͅf̶̧͓̭̯̔̕͝õ̶̢̤̘̜̹͉̌̀̐̾̅̊̚͘͜u̶̧͍͐n̵̺̖̜̿̀̊̐̐́̇̕͘d̵͉̺̝̜̠͕̈̍̈́ę̴͉̼͌̾́̆͒͆̇́̈͘r̵̗̠͚̈́́͒͗̓͊͋̕͘

It said, in red text. The words were covering the entire screen.

~~~~~

You've repeated the day many, many times. Each one with more typos in the text and more glitches in the voices of others. The day kept getting progressivly darker the longer and longer this went on. You couldn't take it anymore.

You went to sleep, hoping you wouldn't wake again.

You weren't in a void this time. Instead you were on some sort of floor. The man from the revolt of the day you kept living appeared.

"I'm sorry. This was never supposed to happen."

(A/N)

YOOOOO THIS IS REALLY COOL RIGHT? I TRIED TO FOCUS MORE ON THE "GENERATION LOSS" ASPECT THEN THE POLITICAL ASPECT BUT I THINK IT TURNED OUT GREAT! I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR A NOT GENERATION LOSS ONESHOT AND THEN ILL POST PART TWO OF THE PARTY. SEE YOU LATER NERDS /lh.

Signing off

k̴̢̢͔̜̖͔͖̦̪̥̓̓̔͆̕͠i̸̟̩͚̭̩̖̘̅̒͌̾͜l̶̢̢̛̮͔̙̹̲͊̾l̵̨͖͖͙̜̳͕̦̄̿ ̴͖͖̮̲̹̞̞̈̒̋͌t̶̠̮̻͋́͂̓̾̚͠͝h̴̡̟̮̱͖͖̪̤̯͒̈̾̑̄ͅè̵͇̤̻̼̻̫̹̉͆̓̃͝ ̵̢̤̩̩͈̊̈́͛̚ͅf̶̧͓̭̯̔̕͝õ̶̢̤̘̜̹͉̌̀̐̾̅̊̚͘͜u̶̧͍͐n̵̺̖̜̿̀̊̐̐́̇̕͘d̵͉̺̝̜̠͕̈̍̈́ę̴͉̼͌̾́̆͒͆̇́̈͘r̵̗̠͚̈́́͒͗̓͊͋̕͘

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