Gods this was so long ago ;-;

It was coming. I could hear its heavy footsteps as it rushed towards me, inescapably and surely. Outrunning it was no use, they said, it will always find you, and it won't accept refusal. You had to accept what was coming. My heart raced as it spoke. Its voice was threatening, hissing, and it trapped me like a jail cell. "Please," I begged pitifully, "I have a week. They said I have a week!" "It's been a week," it said, taking me down. The hashtag it held were like prison bars, and I couldn't move, couldn't get free. An '@' symbol was brutally slapped onto my forehead. "You've been tagged," it whispered.

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