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Player is too gullible and naive for theyre own sake.

AUTHOR: HIHIHI!!! WARNINGS: this will only contain just a slight breakdown and a bicthy emotions called hatred!! ^_^ thats all!!

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*Player pov*

Its there, its here. Taunting me like no end. Seeing me as a toy to play for its entertainment. The tone and voices rang onto my ears, as i legit thought my ears start to bleed due to how high picthed and loud the voices was.

You know, i was starting to like the voices disappearing for weeks.. but now, its seems like they got bored once again. And decided to straight up getting malicious and straight up evil.

The tone of a soft and melancholic was no where to be found, being replaced by something more worse than i thought. Its screams and wail at my ears, almost just wanting to make me go to insanity at this point.

"Stop caring for them.."

"They dont care for you.."

"They laughed and mocked at your mistakes. Your desire."

"You dont need them."

The voices rang and rang, as i continue to lay on the bed.. now curling up into a ball, as i put my head onto my knees. Trying my best to prevent tears that will sprang out of my eyes.

I felt confused.. so confused.. first, i care for them. And then i started hating them. But it went back to caring for them.. i dont know what to choose anymore.. i felt like im in between of the two choices.

But its seems like the voices is persistent and continue to mock and tell something gibberish. But mostly about them hating my guts for what i have done..

I felt like im torn into pieces or moreover 4 pieces, overwhelm by what to do at this point.. should i just ignored by last bit of sanity and straight up go into a murder massacre.. or cling onto the bit of sanity.. just waiting for a moment that everything will be alright..

Everything will go back to normal, simpler, happier, and more peaceful.. but it seems like that it will never happened. As my hopes continue to crumble bit by bit as the voices continue to mock and torment me.

"Why still care for them?.."

"They hurt you."

"They isolate you."

"They never even check up on you for weeks."

"What kinds of friends is that?."

"Friends that left you to rot? Friends that never really took seriously on your mental health?"

"Those arent your friends.."

The voices continue to spoke, as my vision got more and more blurry and tinted by blue.. as all i could do is wrapped myself even more as one of my hands on my hair grip tighter..

Were they right?.. was the voices telling the truth all this time?.. i mean.. they did left me, and havent check up on me for weeks. Well except shedletsky, but he himself only call me once in two weeks.

Maybe the voices where right, maybe they did left me, isolate me, depise me. Stopped.. caring for me. I mean, the voices where telling the truth. What kind of friends isolate or havent check up on you for weeks?..

But.. i cant help but feel a tinge of care for them.. theyre still my friends, they've been theyre with me for quite some time.. why do i still care for them?..