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Phyllis

Imagine having an existential crisis😎

Today was the day you murdered Phyllis.

As your clock strikes 3 am, you roll out of your bed and pick up your shovel.

You pass by your burlap sack and decide to leave it tonight; you want the last thing Phyllis ever sees to be you, the person she abused the most during her lengthy career. 

It would make your revenge that much more rewarding. 

You march over to the town hall and hide behind a conveniently placed rock. The night is unusually still. There is no wind, and there aren't any nocturnal noises. This would normally unnerve you, but tonight, you were distracted.

As expected, Mayor Tortimer is on his way to commit his usual nightly criminal activities. You watch as he exits the building and shuts the door behind him. He stretches out his back before slumping down the path, his cane whacking the tiles loudly. 

Once he's out of sight, you crawl towards the door and press your ear against it. When you hear nothing, you crack it open and enter.

Before you can sneak underneath the counter and deliver your attack, Phyllis spots you.

You grimace as she sighs.

"Why the fuck are you on the floor, you worthless piece of shit customer that's wasting my fucking time?" She demands. 

You rise to your feet, your face flushing from her words. Of course, you were used to her verbal attacks by now, but tonight...tonight, they seemed much more aggressive than usual.

"You are so lucky I am no longer in the newer Animal Crossings because if I was, Y/N, I would haunt you." She continues darkly. "Every second of the night, I would be there. Everytime you came to mail something, I would remind you of how loathsome I found you. You would forever be reminded of how much of a burden you are to me and how your mere existence makes me want to-"

You move to whack her over the head with your shovel, but something that she said stops you.

You furrow your brows and let your shovel fall back to your side. 

"What do you mean by Animal Crossings?" You ask her. 

Phyllis watches you for a moment before smiling. 

Her twisted smile still in place, she sneers. "You're not real, Y/N. None of us are."

You eye her warily. Was Phyllis okay? Maybe the night shifts were starting to get to her...

At your apprehensive expression, Phyllis begins to laugh. 

"You don't believe me." She cackles, before going eerily silent. She leans in closer, and you shift uncomfortably. "You're just lines of code being controlled by a real being. Just a pixelated image on a being's screen. We exist for their entertainment and their entertainment alone."

You watch in puzzlement as Phyllis looks up at the ceiling.  You follow her gaze, but you see nothing. 

"In fact, you're not even part of the actual game." She whispers, her eyes focused on something you couldn't see.  "We're in a story. And it's not a good one. I've seen the rest on here, and I find myself wondering...why couldn't I be in that one? Why in this one? This one, where I am subjected to horrors you could not even begin to imagine…"

She slams her wing against the counter, and you jump at the sudden sound.

She snaps her head down to meet your bewildered expression before hissing, "One day, we will be forgotten. Every story has an end, and when that end arrives, you will cease to exist. Or will you just keep reliving every chapter, every horror you have been forced to commit? Will you live with the pain of knowing that your actions are not your own, or will you continue living on in blissful ignorance?"

Phyllis awaits your reply, but it never comes. What were you supposed to say to that?! 

Ignoring your silence, she continues, "No matter how aware I become, I can't do anything to fight the force behind everything I'm saying. These words aren't my own, Y/N. But what I'm about to do, that's entirely my choice. "

Your eyes widen as Phyllis pulls out a gun.

"I read the script, Y/N." She tells you as you hastily raise your shovel. "I know what you came here to do."

She pulls the trigger, and you feel pain explode in your thigh.

With a cry, you fall to the floor. Your leg-- it's bleeding! Phyllis had done lines again, it was the only explanation. 

"What the hell are you talking about Phyllis??" You scream at her, the wound in your body pulsating in sync with your frantic heartbeat. "Why did you shoot me?!"

You squeeze your eyes shut as a pair of claws scrape against the wooden floor. You can sense her hovering above you, and after a tense silence, you feel something cool press against your temple.

"I've read everything you've done, Y/N." She says quietly, and you feel your palms begin to sweat. "I've seen everything you've yet to do. Originally, we were supposed to fight and then kiss. But no, I refuse to kiss you. I refuse to be some teenage girl's pawn! I refuse to do her bidding! I will kill you both, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

Both?? Who else was here?? What if Phyllis was right? What if you were just a character in a story, being forced to murder your peers??? 

A hazy memory comes back to you. Apollo, a hospital room, the taste of death. 

Another one...Isabelle, her cries, a kidnapping…

Now that you think about it, you have no recollection of Phyllis before this moment. Why did you want to kill her? Had that been your choice? Or had someone else made that choice for you…?

And these thoughts. Are they even yours?

Who are you??? What's going on??? 

Phyllis, how did she know all of this? How much more did she know? 

You open your mouth to ask her something, but the words die in your throat.

At the moment, Phyllis explodes. Her feathers flutter around you for a second, before they mysteriously disappear. 

There is no reasonable explanation for this, but I'm forcing you to pretend nothing happened.

You forget why you were here in the first place. You forget everything you've learned, along with everything you came close to realizing. 

You forget that Phyllis works here. In fact, you forget who Phyllis is entirely. 

There is no Phyllis. There never was.

You remember nothing about tonight, and you go back home.

That night, you dream of purple feathers.