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Rat King

Millywood has been plaguing my brain, so until I can work on a proper drawing of them you get this.

Something changed. Suddenly, a rush of sensation overwhelmed him. It was now impossible to ignore that he had a physical form. The coffin seemed to open on its own, causing him to stumble out to the ground, exposing both scratches engraved in the metal and his changed frame. He was in a shock, not sure what to do with himself other than recoil away. The past years couldn't be forgotten, visible still.

I have continuously seen this young man, who others have supposedly mistaken for me. If the goal is to be some sort of imitation, I do not find it accurate whatsoever. Something about him almost...unsettles me. While much of my time is spent indoors, not even at my very lowest have I become anywhere close to so sickly pale either. Is this how I am perceived?