Theatrics

The world is actually fucked.

More and more people are closing there eyes by the hour, by the minute, all to try and sleep. And when they open their eyes they will never be able to leave again.

Most people don't get chosen by the Theatrics, so you'd not have good fortune if you were picked up from you bed by your vains, as if they were puppet strings. You'd be lucky if you just died like the rest.

Hollow tries their best to stay awake, barely holding on to their consciousness and sanity as time passes by, but when they finally give in to their lack of sleep and mental issues and they wake up in the real world, they realise that they were in the Theatrics all along. It's them and their friends job to try and get the world out of this mess, but they can't do it.

Can they?

DISCLAIMER:
This is NOT a TADC fanfiction. It is inspired by TADC, and has aspects of it, such as:
Being in a false reality
Some character personalities
False god
Abstracting