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Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 18:35:03 No.68128159 Report

Quoted By: >>68128307 >>68129965 >>68130388

>>68128131
Anon finds out that saurians were never real and that they were actually all robots the entire time

Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 20:02:14 No.68130388 Report

>>68128159

>I look on terrified. Reed looks down at his arm that he'd just scraped against the auditorium door. Where I'd expected either blood or even just nothing a silvered gleam stares back at me.
>I stare hard. It's... metal? I look over to check on the reactions from Fang or Trish. A flat lack of them puts a stint in my heart.
>I look back to see Reed's usual laid back relaxed face is now also a full empty. It's extremely unsettling.
>"Reed?" I hope for some sort of answer or explanation. I get a cold look back as he slowly turns his head.
>Terror strikes me as I notice a lack of gleam in his eyes. A motion I'd not thought possible as he turns his body as his head stays stock still.
>A sense of dread takes me as I look over to see all three gazes are on me. Not wanting to overstay my welcome I move away, breaking into a sprint after just a few paces. My heart pounding out of my chest.
>And not too long I run straight into Stella. Seemingly a repeat of a day earlier this year I stumble sideways as we bound off of each other.
>She starts to regain her posture and I grab her by the shoulders. "STELLA!" I bring my voice down to a whisper "Stella!"
>Her panicked face nods at me. "There's...something wrong. Something really really wrong." I glance back to see if they've given chase. I'm clean so far.
>"A-Anon?"
>"I saw Reed scratch his arm really bad just a second ago." I push my speech out as fast as it can go.
>"And?" she's still wide-eyed.
>"No blood. No nothing just... metal. Almost like he was a machine or something. And that's not it. Fang and Trish were there but when I-"
>I cut myself off as I stare into Stella's eyes. She's giving me a look. A cold look. A flat look. I almost fall backwards as she doesn't move.
>I cover my mouth with my hand as I stumble into the lockers, planting myself flat against them.
>Suddenly I seem to find many more sets of eyes on me. All the same. All giving that look like there's nothing behind it.
cont.

Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 20:14:10 No.68130659 Report

Quoted By: >>68130727

>>68130388
>I run. I run as hard as I can. I push passed students, every one stock still and looking at me with only their head as I sprint away.
>It's terrifying. Like I'm some sort of animal caught in a trap. I push out into the open air and even more students are already looking directly at me. The stillness of the moment grips an icy grip around my very soul.
>With just the slightest pause I double the pace. Heart pounding and gasping for air I don't even bother looking back. The hair on the back of my neck standing on end. They're after me. I don't need to see them. I don't need to hear their footsteps. I can feel them.
>I push as hard as I can. Every step weighs heavier. More eyes. More...things ready for me. Why? What the hell is this about?
>I've made good pace but I feel less and less safe every second. Every singular moment another drop in the bucket of danger.
>I finally look behind me and find...nothing. I'm not being chased, thank raptor christ. I sigh a bit and step forward again. In my haste I've found myself in the road.
>An occupied road. The screech of tires alerts me before anything else. The last thing I see is a blank-faced Aquatic with a heavy mustache behind the wheels of a bus.
>I tense and prepare for impact. The second it touches my body I feel a rocking slam. And...cold.
>I take a breath. It's not pained. Or at least not the kind of pained that would follow being hit by a car. I hazard one eye open. I'm staring up at a ceiling. One I recognize. I'm in my skin row apartment. I hazard eye number two.
>It spies a very groggy ptero peeking down at me from my bed.
>"The fuck, dweeb?" her voice is tired and hushed.
>I go limp from my fetal position. Son of a bitch.
>I silently climb back into bed as Fang holds the covers open for me to sidle in.
>"Bad dream." I whisper back as I find myself in her embrace again.
>"What was it about?" her eyes are closed and voice almost silent.
cont one more.

Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 20:17:32 No.68130727 Report

Quoted By: >>68130776

>>68130659
>"I think I dreamed that everyone was a robot out to uh, get me?"
>A snicker. "Really?"
>I sigh and relax at my own stupidity.
>"Yeah, dumb I know." I feel her go rigid as I settle in. A cold fear hits my heart.
>I open my eyes to look her in the face. It's the same neutral. I scramble backwards and start to shout.
>But am cut off as she lets loose a snorting nasally laugh.
>"Oh my god, Anon!" She's fully awake now, fighting fits of heavy laughter and chuckling.
>I let out another deep sigh at my own idiocy and just lay back on the ground as she fills the air with her laughter.

Fin, last for today I may be be back tomorrow we'll see but don't plan on it.