Broken concrete.

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[Bracelety P.O.V.]

I wake up on the floor, my eyes wet and my body sweating.
I'm still in that two forsaken room.

"...oh, right."

A noise comes from the speakers.

"Good morning, Bracelety."

"..."

"Being quiet, are we?"
"How pathetic, you don't want to socialize?"

"..."

"Stand up."

I stand up, my mind staticky and gray.

"It's time to test out the beta version of..."
"The headset."

I must look really confused, because she looked pissed.

"Oh, right, you're stupid."

I scowl.

"Whatever, go into the next room, you'll see what it is soon enough."

I stare at her, my expression the equivalent of an angry teenager.

"..."
"Stop looking at me like that, idiot."

"So creative."
I say, sarcastically, crossing my arms.

"Wow, you know what sarcasm is."
"Surprising."

I scowl again.

"Just walk into the next room, or i guess you'll have to learn to breathe normally."
"Take your pick."

I stare at her in disbelief, how can she threaten me like that? I need that inhaler..

"Fine."
I say angrily, walking into the next room.
The big, metal doors slam closed behind me.
I turn around, looking at the metal.
Yoyle metal.
Of course.

"Walk up to the machine."

It appears to be a motion simulator. What is she doing with that? Where did she get that??

"Sure."

I enter the machine, it ALSO closes behind me.


. . . G r e a t  . . .

I look up at the ceiling, what is that up there? It looks like those things you use after places like the goiky canal, to look over the water. Binoculars.

I blink.

It's gone.

I look around.

Where did it g-

I feel something snap around my head.


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Word count: 324

Hahaha not me posting super late at night (my time) despite needing sleeppp

Why do i do this to myself

Uhhhh

Anyways, i hope you enjoyed this chap

(I haven't posted in like a month 😭)

(Smooshhhhh)

Remember to drink water! ~mint

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