In the heart of a forgotten realm lies Sans, a humble farmer tending to her crops under the shadow of a mysterious curse. Each dawn, she awakens with no recollection of her past, her memories stolen by the malevolent forces known only as the Possess...
The days passed slowly in the residence without much to do. But one thing Sans knew for sure was that she stopped having visions here. She was bored out of her mind, but at least she wasn't hallucinating. There were many things to do in the residence like reading books, playing with the cats, watching television, and surfing the web. But she only cared about farming.
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She thought about her carrot crops that Mr. Peter promised to take care of when she called him using the residence's telephone. Hopefully, he doesn't drown the carrots in too much water, or nutrients, or forget to take care of them and they die of thirst and hunger.
If her house was considered peaceful, then the residence was far quieter. Perhaps it was because the residence stretched wide and far, and the population didn't justify the land mass. She never bumped into the minister either, not even once. On her fourth day, the doctor came over and concluded that she was healthy enough to go off. The minister left a note that apologized for not being able to see her off and will follow up with her when she's back home.
Finally, She is returning home. For the first time, Sans felt some sense of excitement going home to her humble abode and her farm. The moment she touched down at her home, her face showed a wide smile that she didn't know she was capable of until Uncle Peter pointed it out. Life was returning to normalcy again.
Until the dust settled and darkness cloaked the land, she was once again ensnared in the horrors of her visions. This time, the nightmare was more grotesque than ever before. She awakens in a cell saturated with filth, where the stench of decay mingled with the metallic tang of blood that flowed like a crimson river, pooling in sickening puddles across the floor. Her hands and legs, bound and chained against the grimy walls, barely registered sensation amidst the overwhelming dread that permeated the air.
In the dim confines of her cell, twisted figures with bulging eyes and contorted features wept uncontrollably, their wails echoing off the walls like a chorus of tormented souls. Mucus dripped from their flaky, pallid skin as they clawed at their own flesh in frenzied despair. One of them, driven mad by hunger, recited a desperate prayer for forgiveness before sinking his teeth into the festering flesh of his deceased friend, while the sister of the fallen screamed in anguish, her pleas falling on deaf ears.
As the chaos unfolded, all eyes turned to Sans, their gazes pleading for salvation in the midst of this living nightmare. "Save us," they implored, their voices a cacophony of desperation. "Save us!" With trembling hands, they reached out to her, their twisted forms contorting in agony as they clamoured for release from their torment.
Sans, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty, recoiled from their touch, her heart pounding in her chest with primal terror. "Save US!" they cried, their voices rising to a fevered pitch as they clamoured for deliverance. Sans, her mind consumed by terror, could offer no solace, her own anguish mirroring that of her grotesque companions. "I am trying!" she cried out in desperation, her voice choked with tears. "But how can I save you? I can't even save myself!"
