𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥.
I'm walking, you've been hiding
And you look half dead half the time.

i close my eyes
and all the world
drops dead.

i lift my lids and
all is born.

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━━━━━ TO SAY THAT DAY took an unexpected turn would be an understatement.

You clearly went to bed that night, curled up into a cuccoon of blankets. The warmth of your heater wrapped around you as soft thuds of rain drummed against your window. Your room was bathed in the soft glow of your monitor, the flickering light of the indie game you had left paused the only source of illumination. All was well.

But you woke up. Awake, lost, within what at first seemed to be a dormant new realm. Even while disoriented, the inevitable realization you were standing in a video game was spine-chilling.

But the most dreadful thing had to be the fact that you knew no way out, you had no guide nor did you know any clue about what would come next.

You were definitely digging your own grave.

𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥.
Monitoring you, like machines do

𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀.
game belongs to wrong organ. nothing is mine except the way the mc is written or any other specified original characters.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀.
jimmy.

𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲!
not yet proofread. grammatical errors present; layout still under construction. best read in dark mode (trust me). lastly, if you like the story, please consider dropping a vote! <3