Date classified [Before News Apology]
Today [Classified information] I almost lost customers. They wanted [Classified information], and it was a request I was used to seeing the opposite of, so of course I was confused when they asked for these disguises. Of course, some people tried to kill them as soon as I was finished with their requests.
I wonder why they wanted these designs, but it's none of my business. My job is to change their outward appearance, not investigate their daily lives. There is a reason why I keep my shop as hidden as I do, I don't want to have to talk a bunch of clients out of operations they really don't need... My job is not making someone look "pretty", my job is literally making someone look "believably realistic" as a human or an A.I.
I feel... off. Like someone is behind me, but when I look no one is there. I feel like ... I dont' know how to explain it... lkie cahnge is naer. I'm sartletd by tihs eomiotn- no, premonition. I'm startled by this premonition. I apologize for the sudden, sloppy handwriting. As I said, I was startled.
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The True Apocalypse
General Fiction"In my world, zombies are real. Woah, woah. Before you start a mass-murdering, let me explain..." An original story, written by Inspiration Calls My name
