A Sick Feeling

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The Prophet was reeling from the double vision. They were also nauseated by the grim sight that had been Terri. They stood up for a minute and took a few shallow breaths, hoping they wouldn't end up vomiting.

They had no idea when the second vision occurred. It could be tomorrow, or next year. There had been no identifiers like there usually were. They began to panic. That couldn't be Terri's purpose. No, it couldn't be. Even if it was, things could be altered.

The Prophet hastily opened their laptop and pulled up the site they had been investigating only a few minutes earlier. They were about to click on the chat when they realized these people may not believe a word they said. Besides, it would be too hard to explain what had happened since the details were already slipping out of the Prophet's memory.

Dammit.

They inspected their profile on this new site and found a small area where they could add links. They quickly copy and pasted their profile from the story sharing site into the box and clicked save. They had never been one for talking, and well, this was probably for the best. The Prophet had always been advised never to push fate a certain way, instead to let fate manipulate itself. Fate would determine if they would click the link or not.

Now...to draw attention to themselves...

Quickly, they clicked the chat link. Their heart was beating a million miles a minute.

Please work, please work, please work.

The Prophet was greeted cheerily. They hated when this happens. The bringer of bad news...the one to ruin the nice mood...it was always them...

Silence engulfed the chat. The Prophet was breathing erratically at this point. What if these people thought they were insane? What if they thought they were some terrible person forcing some terrible thing onto them? What if they just didn't want to hear it? What if they didn't believe? After all, this was some stranger barging into their haven claiming to have witnessed the death of one of their friends.

The Prophet gathered their courage and simply sat and waited.

Let fate manipulate itself.

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