Are Circles Real

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A lamp was flickering in the darkness while I lay in my bed. I'm having an anxiety attack again, and banging my head against my headboard didn't help much at all. Music is blasting
through the small little earbuds I have, causing the loose plastic to wiggle to the beat.  The black violin case in the corner of my room is shapeshifting into abnormal entities, and in a heartbeat a shadow dashes across the carpet. It stops for a moment, the cartoonish eyes of the thing staring into my soul. Right then I realize the monster that is ruining my sleep schedule is Baldi, also known as fucking Satan, from Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning. My head started to spin whilst I scramble backwards. Sheets are falling like a waterfall off my bed, but I don't care about that. If Baldi is in my room, I obviously need to do something! I swiftly pick up the body pillow I have laying next to me and attempt to hit him over the head with it. Instead of even remotely injuring him at all, the pillow fazes through his body and lands on the floor as a result. He isn't looking at me anymore. Instead he's default Fortnite dancing, every part of his body flashing through rainbow colors, blinding me. This has to be the worst thing that's ever happened to me! My fan suddenly spun faster than it did before, snapping off my ceiling and falling onto Baldi. I look down to see the being of Satan himself was no more. The evil teacher I once knew as Baldi had perished right before my eyes. Thank goodness. My room was no longer alive with images of dead people and flashy, beady eyeballs. I paid no more attention to the deceased being beside my bed and fell fast asleep.

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