𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

Sky's Mind. (Bio piece) [Extended]

Time stops. When did you come to this place? Where did you come from?

A room. The walls a light grey, black stripes starting on the top, fading by the time the floor is reached.

A sweater. Well, a girl. The sweater was the first thing you notice about her.

It looked so... different. The sweater looked so soft, so warm and comforting.

The girl looked cold. Cold, like a stone in winter. Stiff, like brown grass drained of color, when the cold comes to wash it away.

The girl glances around, seemingly looking for something. She continues looking but never turning around to face you.

Her stiff posture fades quickly after a few minutes, become jumpy. Although you can't see her face, nor hear her voice, the air around her screams with worry.

After a bit, she stops dead in her tracks, as if a paused video game. The girl spins on her heel, facing you.

You can feel her staring, her eyes boring into yours. The bandages around her head, covering only her eyes and bits of her forehead.

"Hello!" she calls to you, taking a bold step forward. The girl's personality shifted constantly, but the cold feeling lurked, no matter how bubbly her words.

"Welcome to Sky's mind!" A flash - a memory, but not your's. A girl, different from the one before you. Her hair a darker brown than the hair belonging to the first being.

She wore a dark grey sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. She was laughing at someone - no with someone. Not anyone you could see, leaving you to wonder.

Sky.

"Connected the dots, did you?" The first girl's smile spreads, as does your unease.

"I'm Sophia, a figure of Sky's imagination!" She gestures around, furniture you were sure hadn't been there appearing. "Just like this room!"

"Everything here is in fact! Everything in here is her mind, her thoughts, and creations!" She smiles, becoming bubbly once again and bouncing on her toes.

The room flickers a bit as if glitching. Sophia's smile drops, locking where her eyes should be on yours. "At least, the parts she chooses to show you."

Her smile returns just as fast as it left, sending a shiver down your spine.

"E̷n̷j̷o̷y̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷s̷t̷a̷y̷.̷"