You wake up. Your phone flashes with an alert from the government. DONT LOOK AT THE MOON.
My heart dropped . I didnât actually think that he would do it. I didnât actually believe that he was evil. I knew what was wrong with the moon, and itâs my fault I didnât stop it from happening. It was six days ago that I helped Zayne produce a serum that could destroy anything. It didnât destroy anything in the sense of like⌠BOOM, but it could destroy your vision of it. The serum could make an illusion that would convince your brain cells that the product, covered in this serum, was entirely evil. Zayne wanted to test the serum, while I thought differently, trying something that strong with such a strong emotion attached to it, could create chaos. He didnât listen to me though, did he? No. Because why would a bad person trust a good person? The next day, five days ago, Zayne tried the serum on himself, not even bothering to hire a subject. Apparently he didnât feel any different, until he looked in the mirror. I donât even know how he was able to pull it all together within four days. When Zayne looked in the mirror, the serum made him hate himself so much that he thought he was evil, entirely evil. This was when he called me and told me his master plan. Zayne, one of my closest friends had become a criminal mastermind, on enormous scales. Zayne believed that he could transport a giant reflective surface on the moon, making everyone hate the world⌠so thatâs why the government had told everyone not to look at the moon, Zayne must have done it. Killing himself in the process.
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