#...tw to be safe

as the story progresses, things get a bit weirder, as they should. the longer you spend somewhere, the more exposure you're getting. but they seem to be a bit off. bit more off than usual. of course, that's how its always been, right? you're just imagining it. perhaps you wonder, if there's something more? if there's something lurking under the guise of a fun, carefree world? this cant be everything, right? you're just imagining it though.

however, the feeling persists. you can no longer tell what's normal and what's not. its all the same. slowly led into a feeling of security. there's nothing wrong. everything is fine. everything feels wrong, but its the same as its always been. you're just imagining it though.

are you? is everything really normal? or perhaps this is normal. the sinking pit in your stomach. the feeling of your every move being watched over your shoulder. the uneasiness that slinks into your veins the moment your eyes open, only dissipated long after you've fallen asleep. that is, if it ever left at all. is this how people of this world lived? you sit in the silence of your room, the weight crushing your chest as you begin to question. is everything truly alright? there's no weight. you're just imagining it though.