19.junio.2021

I was at home or something that should have been, I was supposed to get used to that place, it was my new home and I would be there for a long time, although I didn’t really understand the difference with my current situation. I had been adopted by a married couple, a Chilean woman and a Chinese man, from now on I too was Chinese? No, although I didn’t realize it didn’t work that way, maybe I’d ask my dad later and learn a little Chinese to surprise him.

At school I kept thinking the same thing, it didn’t want to leave my head the idea that now I too had to change to fit in this new family that they were giving me, at least the school was still the same... I sat in my place by the wall and he sat behind me or was it front? I honestly don’t remember, but one was in front of the other. He seems to caress my head, Are we dating or something? He treats me so sweetly, it seems a lie the fact that he hates me in real life. I’m not here to condone the situation, but I let it be for the rest of the dream, it’s not like someone got hurt if I was loved for a few minutes.

Performances begin in our classroom, musical and dance number, I did not expect it, but I was entertained, although it seems that I didn't generate any sound, didn't speak or show what I was feeling at the time. When the first number ends, the second one enters, a show where students are dressed as yellow caterpillars and slide down on the floor. The costumes look simple and all move clumsily, others roll without even being able to control themselves. It doesn’t make me laugh like other students, rather I feel pity, they shouldn’t be laughing, they were trying very hard. One of my caterpillar-clad classmates starts screaming complaints, that everything was wrong, that he shouldn’t be in a place like this, that it was stupid; I felt bad for everyone else present, his words went through and gave a little grief to others. I looked at him, who was next to me, the teacher was giving him permission to do something: punish those who should be punished. I don’t know why I wasn’t surprised, but I saw him get up with a notebook and hit those on the head who, I assumed, he supposed should be punished, some hit harder than others. When he was done the teacher looked at me, with the same eyes, and I got up, I just stretched the sleeve of my vest and hit them all with all my strength, although unconsciously my body became weak with some people whom I was afraid of. I returned to my sit and he congratulated me, I felt loved.

6.junio.2021

Era mi cumpleaños y yo había ido a este campo, era bastante grande y había una casa abandonada al medio si recuerdo bien, todos sabían que era peligroso estar ahí, diferentes tipos de criaturas podían aparecerse y hacerte daño si no tenias cuidado. Ya era tarde, no recuerdo porque había decidido ir ahí en primer lugar, pero me estaba arrepintiendo ya. De pronto a lo lejos veo una cabra blanca con manchas oscuras, comencé a asustarme cuando comenzó a correr hacia mí. Empecé a correr, la entrada estaba lejos pero si me apuraba lo suficiente podría salir a salvo. Me giré por unos pocos segundos para ver que tan cerca estaba... su cuerpo había cambiado a ser totalmente negro y estaba demasiado cerca, ya me comenzaba a asustar. Mis piernas no lo lograrían. De pronto alguien más se escucha corriendo, apenas puedo procesar algo cuando siento que alguien o más bien algo me levanta en el aire y corre conmigo en sus brazos. No tiene rostro, mide más o menos 3 metros y su cuerpo está lleno de pelo, como de cabra también, de hecho parecía ser parte de esa especie, pero no me estaba haciendo daño, de hecho me estaba llevando a la salida del lugar. Me aferré para no caerme. No me di ni cuenta cuando llegamos a una pequeña casa, me dejó fuera y se agachó para hablarme.

"Estuviste muy cerca de correr peligro ahí dentro" Su voz tampoco parecía humana, de hecho, no es como que tuviese una boca para hablar, " Si vas a volver a ese lugar, debes saber. Para escapar de las deidades tienes que mirarlas por varios segundos, entonces tu cuerpo se acoplará a sus características y te volverás mucho más rápidas que ellas."

"¿Y tú no eres una de ellas?" Pregunté, mis oídos aun zumbaban un poco.

"Hay algunas como yo que hemos bajado solo para observar a las otras, no está dentro de nuestros objetivos cazar humanos, " Tampoco tenía cara de que fuera así, era confiable, tranquilizador si podía decir. Hizo un pequeño gesto y se fue.

Dentro de la casa era muy raro, de hecho era bastante deforme para ser una casa normal, el primer piso era como un pasillo y apenas tenía un baño, en el segundo piso estaba mi pieza y otro baño, estos si tenían un tamaño normal. Cuando entré varios tipos de mi edad me ofrecieron algo, no comprendí en si las palabras que me decían, pero sabía que era sexo, o lo supe después de haber aceptado a un tipo, pero antes de siquiera irme con él me metí al baño y ahí fue donde me di cuenta. Me encerré hasta que encontré que seria seguro salir.

[…]

Con la familia volvimos al campo maldito, fuimos varios y estábamos repartidos por todas partes, todos escucharon diferentes tipos de criaturas, pero ninguna se presentó como la deidad. Yo estaba muy atento, había escuchado con atención las indicaciones de la deidad que me rescató, pero no recordaba por cuantos segundos debía de mirar a la criatura para ser como ella. Estaba nervioso, miré a todas partes cuando varias criaturas empezaron a manifestarse... Escuché el sonido de la cabra; todos empezaron a correr. Creía que habiendo más personas me sentiría más seguro, pero nuevamente me encontraba solo y una de las deidades estaba justo detrás mía.

Me giré a verle y ahí estaba con su pelo café, algo esponjoso, duré por varios segundos antes de volver mi mirada al frente y parece había funcionado, podía sentir como iba cada vez más rápido. Volví a girarme y vi otra cosa, la cabeza de la cabra estaba desprendida de su cuerpo y solo un aura del color de su pelo las conectaba, aunque ya no era negra, su rostro había cambiado a algo horrible era más grande que antes. Parece que no la vi por el tiempo suficiente porque a los pocos segundos la misma deidad de antes me estaba salvando nuevamente. Sentí alivio pero a la vez un poco de tristeza, no había sido capaz de salvarme solo, de nuevo.

Corrió por varios minutos hasta que llegamos a una playa, me dejó ahí y sin decirme nada se fue. En poco tiempo volvería arriba. Ahí caminé un poco, me encontré con algunos familiares que habían podido escapar y me volví a mi casa.

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De vuelta en mi casa seguía la fiesta en el primer piso, aunque esta vez no subí tan rápido como el día anterior. Me quedé unos poco minutos para saber que era lo que estaban haciendo, no era nada muy entretenido tampoco. Un joven de mi edad se me acercó y empezamos a hablar, era muy tranquilo y me había gustado mucho, hablamos por algunos minutos y me dijo algo que no recuerdo muy bien, seguramente algo parecido a que quería cortarme el pelo, yo no encontré razón para negarme, así que tomé su mano y subimos al segundo piso.

29.mayo.2021

I'm being punished, did I do something bad? As I recall, no. The people around me seemed to hate me, or they just didn’t like my presence, so they decided to send me to that place.

The entrance was on a door stuck to the ground, it seemed that it was common knowledge that that was where the punished children were going, I could not refuse to go, but I knew that place was a nightmare, or at least a game like that.

When I opened the door I appeared inside a maze, it didn’t look like that, but I knew it was; in this place groups of people (mostly teenagers) did something similar to betting to know who managed to win the first place, I wasn’t participating in this much less, my punishment was to experience the nightmare and find a way out before I get hurt or, apparently, even die.

The walls were made of what appeared to be raw flesh, had no blood but was damp and might even throb from time to time. I walked, I should be scared, maybe I was, but it was so strange, it was so hard for me to feel things, I just knew I wanted to get out of there.

I came across one person, but we didn’t talk much, a long black-haired girl, about my age; now I don’t understand why she was alone. After losing her, something started chasing me, I couldn’t see what it was, it was probably nothing, but I knew I had to run if I didn’t want anything to happen. I also met a group of several children, they were unpleasant, it seems they made fun of me at some point... They were trying to decipher a puzzle inside one of the walls, it was a little closed corner with fences, this wall that they were getting into was not made of meat, it was an ordinary gray wall.

Uh...? Now I’m inside the wall, here’s a little road, I knew it was made by a mouse, in the end, a piece of cheese, like those old games I played on my computer when I was a kid. I could do nothing but observe.

28.mayo.2021

I’m in school, a number of things have already happened but I don’t remember what they were about, the atmosphere reminds me of another dream. We are not sitting or anything, we are not standing either, we are all existing in one place at the same time.

I see him, he looks sad, Did I approach or did he approach me? We were facing each other.

"What happened? Are you okay? Are you okay?" I’m talking to him, my voice doesn’t sound worried as it should, it’s so cold, I don’t want to sound selfless, are those not really my true feelings? I try, because I repeat the last question again and again, trying to sound as if I really care about his situation; he cries in my arms.

There could be many reasons, he had already cried in me before, it was normal for us to share our bad feelings, but I was tired, it would be that I didn’t really care anymore. Maybe he broke up with his girlfriend, I hoped not, I was reassured by her existence, so what? He was just babbling.

Being in a man’s arms can be so reassuring and frightening at the same time

26.mayo.2021

I was with my cousins under the tree in my house, my older sister was trying to teach my second cousin to read..."What do you mean you’re going to teach her to read? She’s already big." I say, I was upset with the situation, I looked at my cousin, "You’re 12, aren’t you?" , she nodded, I complained again, increasingly angry. That’s where my aunt comes in. "Why are you angry? She can learn at any age she wants." My sister says something like that, too. Then my mom comes and takes my side, a 12-year-old girl should already know how to read, everything was wrong from the start.

26.mayo.2021

I was on my computer doing something, It was very difficult, I’m sure it had something to do with coding because I vaguely remember looking for a position for a button, in short, I spent all day doing that until I realized it had become night. Outside I hear the main theme of the nutcracker, I look out the window of my room. I live near a fire station, behind the station, purple and blue lights were going up into the sky. It had been a long time since I had seen The Nutcracker, the last time I had seen it had been years ago, starring the original Be More Chill 2015 cast.

I got down the stairs as fast as I could, grabbed some stuff, my mask, and I got out. I was wearing short tights, the ones I used to wear in PE class, a T-shirt and two long coats on top of each other. I go out when I see my dad, he won’t let me go, I ask him, please, that I needed to go, it was something that was never going to be repeated. My cousin comes from that place just some seconds later and then my dad lets me go, without giving me a reason.

I went out and ran to the place. I approached, it was empty, I imagined that everyone was already inside. When I didn’t need so much to get to the place, the ground lit up at my feet, like a cartoon when a character is shown a love interest, in this case it was a "celebrity".

Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara were right at the entrance of where the play was taking place. I was so excited. I ran a bit to them, they only spoke some English, taking pictures, etc. In that, I saw that my aunt was near them. I approached completely and began to greet with a broken accent: "Hello, hi". I wanted to take a picture, I asked my aunt for the phone, but her granddaughter took it before me, so she would take the picture at the 3 of us. I was so happy, but something was wrong, the phone had too many cameras, so many different sizes and different locations on the phone. I tried but it didn’t work, before I could do anything, I woke up.

23.mayo.2021

The year was almost over, several students were going to school as if the covid had never existed, at no time did I think about it and at no time was it mentioned. My classroom was on the second floor and I was now in the first, I didn’t really want to see my classmates, it was normal in my case after all, but from one moment to the next, In the distance, I saw how all my classmates were sitting in a 2 row in front of a man setting up a camera, they couldn’t be serious. I ran as fast as I could, surprising to be a dream, at least I was so close to not lose my composure, but the stairs beat me and there I began to shout: "Please, wait!" Pathetic.

I finally got up to the top, the stairs had been hell, anyway it didn’t matter much, my classmates wouldn’t take the trouble to have another photo just because a student without presence wanted to be in it. I didn’t care about them, I didn’t care about them at all, but I did care about my own memories, I wanted to have something that would allow me to remember what I had been doing those years I went to school. I just gave up.

We had not even entered the room when the English teacher began to distribute some work that we had done a long time ago, so much that I could not remember that it had been the subject of the work or with whom it had been done.

This classmate(A) was near me, I asked him what grade he had gotten... A good one, well, if he tried hard enough sometimes he could do well. I looked sideways, I couldn’t remember who I had been with. He said something to me, I couldn’t keep doing what I was doing, whatever it was, I looked ridiculous looking like something I wasn’t. He explained to me why I was wrong and he was right, his words sounded kind and innocent, but with every intention of hurting me once again. My stomach trembled, Would I feel like vomiting? I always felt like vomiting when I felt afraid. I walked away from him, I didn’t want to listen to him anymore.

That’s when I remembered I had friends, amazing. I looked them up and asked one of them first; there were several of them then there were two groups in which I could have been, I was too scared to ask who I had done the work with. " 5.0" He answered me, not what I expected, I wish I had not done the work with him, it sounded very bad but, I needed to have a better grade than (A), I needed to be better than him in any aspect, I would feel superior. I approached the rest of my friends, two girls I had been working with continuously in the last few days of school. " 7.0 and 5.0" What's with that? 7.0 or 5.0? Why was it so difficult to have a clear answer? I smiled as best I could and walked away, I’d be fooled enough to believe I had a 7.0, the highest grade.

I walked into the classroom and sat down at one of the desks, from here everything blurs, I just see myself and Ryan Akagi in what appears to be a restaurant. Ryan Akagi, Ryan Akagi? This would be so funny when I woke up, I had never seen a single episode of Infinity Train and now Ryan Akagi was in my dream, very funny. He called me tenderly, huh, weird. I got close enough to sit very close to him, kissed him and rested on his shoulder... I don’t want this to sound like a self-insert fanfic, although it certainly is what this part looks like.

At times like this I don’t know how to feel about my sensitivity in dreams, after all, when it comes to touch I can remember it perfectly. Her lips were very soft, too soft compared to how she thought a man’s lips would feel. Then I realized it was the first time I was kissing a cis man, why? When did it start? Not that I was complaining, after all he treated me so nice in the dream. We kissed several times, very soft like in the cheek, he smiled, so warm.

Where were we now? Something like a forest, it was full of garbage or, you might say, domestic objects in doubtful good condition that I wanted to take with me for the simple fact that they had no owner. Forests are common in my dreams, almost always at the end appear, an outcome. I looked around, the atmosphere was painted in a nice dark purple color. I saw a kitchen that I thought was nice, I went over to see it. My company had changed, who was it now? I couldn’t know for sure, although I would have liked to spend more time with Ryan before waking up; it could have been my mom, but I couldn’t make it clear, I wasn’t able to get to the kitchen and not even to turn around to find out who I was with.

16.mayo.2021

Estaba en el colegio, era una atmosfera y espacio completamente diferente del que alguna vez recordaba. Estabamos y yo y mis compañeros sentados en una fila larga que rodeaba la cancha, asi y al parecer el resto del colegio también estaba allí, pero los demás se veían borrosos. Había algo particular que hacía una gran diferencia en las personas que me rodeaban, era un poco desagradable darme cuenta de que todas las personas que estaban junto a mi me había hecho sentir como una completa basura hace unos pocos meses atrás, eso era mala suerte, ah y, habían más compañeros mitad humanos mitad animal. La más cercana era una chica bajita y delgada que se sentaba por delante mía, era parlanchina, algo así parecido a una mean girl pero con una parte agradable genuina, era amiga de todos nosotros. No había pasado mucho tiempo, o así parecía, pero me encontraba a mí misma relacionandome cada vez más con esas personas con quienes no quería ni hablar.

Algo había pasado, algo importante. Era un recuerdo que comenzaba a ser olvidado lentamente, una situación peligrosa que podría ponernos a todos en peligro si no hacíamos algo pronto. Es una lástima que lo haya olvidado. Un profesor sabía de esto, de mí, quien solo debía de darle la información para alivianar un poco el resto de las cosas. Entre "clases" venía este maestro a pedirme la historia, yo se la daba, sí, se la di un par de veces de forma vaga porque ni yo era capaz de decir con palabras tan claras algo tan aterrador, había mucha sangre y muerte relacionada.

Cada vez que volvía este profesor su apariencia cambiaba un poco, en un principio se presentó con un pelo largo y negro, mucho más abajo de sus hombros. La vez siguiente se había amarrado el pelo, no le quedaba más. Después volvió con trenzas, no podría describirlas como tal, pero eran algo más que no podría descrbirir, algo parecido a los dreadlocks con el pelo suelto. La última vez los tenía amarrados en otra cola, se veía muy bien, además de que acentuaban sus facetas puntiagudas y algo pálidas. Le mencioné que me gustaba como se veía. Esa fue la única vez que me sonrío, "Gracias" me dijo.

La última vez me lo pidió de nuevo y yo ya comenzaba a cansarme; se lo iba a dar todo. Le pedí que me sacara de ese lugar porque no quería que nadie más escuchase, pero mis palabras se mezclaban con los gritos de cientos de otros alumnos que miraban algo en el centro de la cancha. El profesor me negó, yo le dije que debía de ser en otra parte, porque en serio que no quería que nadie más escuchara, mis compañeros hicieron pucheros y mi profesora jefe también, quien no me había dado cuenta estaba ahi, me miró a travez de un kaleidoscopio: "No te preocupes, si te escucho no entenderé todo lo que vas a decir", eso no me generó ni una pizca de confianza. Suspiré y me di por vencida, iba a hablar cuando los gritos se volvieron insoportables y por fin miré hacia donde todos se encontraban mirando: Una de las chicas que era parte conejo le estaba dando un ataque justo en el centro de la cancha. Me aterré, pero algo parecido a lo que les pasa a los protagonistas de shonen se apoderó de mí y corrí rápidamente hacia su cuerpo.

La tomé como una princesa, romántico (lol), pero fue algo raro, yo solo le sostenía las piernas, alguien más le estaba tomando de la abeza, aunque no logré ver bien de quien se trataba; a los pocos minutos recobró la consciencia. Fue un poco agresiva con sus palabras, pero me dijo gracias y se levantó con pocas fuerzas para volver con sus amigas, todas se veían muy parecidas, entremedio se encontraba la niña que se sentaba delante mía. Volví a mi lugar y el profesor se había ido, ya estaba siendo hora de que todos volvieramos a casa; era una lástima, sabía que significaba mucho de mi parte el contarle lo que sabía, pero el tiempo ya se había acabado. Mi ex (que era uno de los que se sentaba a mi lado) me dijo que quería ir con él a su casa, yo acepté por alguna razón, algo que no haría en la vida real pero que en mis sueños es algo bastante repetido, como si tuviera la esperanza de que me trataría de una forma diferente. Ya estabamos yendo por el pasillo hasta la salida cuando recordé que había olvidado mis zapatos (llevaba otro en ese momento), le dije que me esperara un poco y corrí de vuelta. Ahí encontré a otro amiga, que hacía un tiempo se me había confesado y ahora era feliz con una nueva pareja, me había simpatizado en su momento, ahora por alguna razón le guardaba rencor y él me trataba de una forma que no podría describir como agradable. Él también había olvidado sus zapatos. Nos sonreímos mutuamente y nos fuimos cada uno por nuestro lado, eso había sido desagradable.

Lo primero que hicimos fue ir al baño, fue un poco raro, era un lugar pequeño y oscuro, solo había un retrete, un lavamanos y una tina, no sabía cómo es que todo eso había caido en un lugar tan pequeño. Decidimos en que yo usaría el retrete y él la tina. Orinamos.

Cuando salimos recordé que tenía que avisar a mi mamá que me quedaría un rato con alguien antes de volver a casa, no podía decirle que me estaba yendo con él porque me interrogaría o en primer lugar ni siquiera me daría lo opción de ir; nos habían pasado cosas malas antes. No podía decirle, entonces decidí mentir. La llamé y me respondió enojada, que porqué me estaba demorando tanto, le dije que me iría a la casa de una amiga (irl) y que iría un poco más tarde a casa. Ella de inmediato cambió su tono a algo más agradable, podía sentirla sonreír del otro lado de la línea. Me dijo que estaba bien, que me iría a recoger a las 5:55 PM. Quería negarme y decirle que podía irme sola, pero me cortó antes de que siquiera dijera algo, suspiré.

No le dije nada a él sobre la llamada por los primeros minutos antes de llegar a su casa. La casa de este tipo estaba en una montaña, no recodaba que fuese así, por lo menos ahora estaba más cerca del colegio y así no sería tan difícil volver rápidamente y llegar a la casa de esta amiga que había usado de excusa para que mi mamá no me descubriera.

A mitad de camino me di cuenta de que una de sus amigas venía detrás de nosotros, realmente me desagradaba, entre ella y la otra, esta era la más desagradable de las dos. De vez en cuando intercambiaban palabras, yo solo estaba en silencio, no quería relacionarme con una persona que me había humillado tanto en el pasado. A veces cuando ellos dejaban de hablar intentaba hablarle a mi ex, al principio era entretenido, pero mientras más hablabamos me daba cuenta de que la forma en la que me trataba no era linda, se burló de mí varías veces. Creí que al llegar a su casa se calmaría y podríamos ser más agradables.

En el camino él se encontró un celular antiguo, bromeó con su amiga si deberían quedarselo, pero yo lo tomé porque era muy similar al mio. Entré a los contactos y leí el nombre de mi mamá varias veces, nah, seguro era mucha coincidencia, seguí leyendo por unos minutos y encontré el nombre de mi hermana y de mi primo, okey, eso ya no podía ser coincidencia, ese era definitivamente el celular de mi papá.

No podía ser verdad, era un milagro que lo hubiese encontrado tan lejos de mi casa, pero debía encontrar una excusa para decirle que lo habí encontrado, porque él sabría el lugar en donde lo había perdido seguramente, ¿Y qué hacía mi papá ahí de todas formas? No se me ocurría ninguna excusa, empecé a sentir miedo, ellos no podían saber que estaba ahí, además con él. Guardé el celular en mi bolsillo, sería mejor olvidarlo, después se me ocurriría algo, ahora quería pensar lo mejor para hacer de esto algo más feliz, lo único que estaba sintiendo era miedo y tristeza, no quería que se pusiera peor.

Seguimos subiendo, los minutos se hicieron silenciosos y lentos, parecía que nunca ibamos a llegar. Aproveché ese tiempo para contarle a mi ex sobre la llamada que había tenido con mi mamá, estaba planeando irme de ahí a las 5:10 PM para alcanzar a llegar a la casa de mi compañera y contarle a ella lo que había pasado, era un plan perfecto y estaba orgullosa de ello, pero él me miró un poco triste, dandome a entender que no quería que me fuera tan pronto, me incomodó.

En ese momento escuchamos un auto subiendo por la montaña, ni siquiera nos dio tiempo para hacernos a un lado, había chocado sobre nuestras cabezas, enterrando casi toda la parte delantera del auto en la montaña. Eran algunos personajes de South Park. Uno de los niños, Tweek, se deslizó hasta atrás y cayó haciendo un hoyo en el suelo del auto, Cartman y Craig se bajaron posteriormente para ponerse a su lado y comenzar a patearlo.

11.mayo.2021

Someone had organized something like a Halloween party, there was nothing special to distinguish it from it, to be fair, but it was something we all knew. There were several members of my family and classmates, it didn’t make any sense at all, just like the space, which was changing, the first floor was something like a yard and the second floor was supported by four pillars that replaced the walls.

My brother had confessed to someone on the first floor, a boy my age, older than him, but he hadn’t responded and didn’t look at him in the eye, he ignored my brother with a certain disgust in his face. I wanted to relieve my brother of that rejection, I tried to tell him how something similar had happened to me with a girl...Girl? Why did I say girl? It had been an anecdote that had happened to me with one of my boy classmates; supposedly I liked him and I managed to start talking to him, but the more I knew him the less I wanted to talk to him and he ended up liking me... I realized that my story was nothing like my brother’s.

I left, somewhat uncomfortable, to the second floor, where I saw my mom with other women I knew, the others were young, I could say they were my cousins, but they didn’t look familiar, strangers, smiled at me.

09.mayo.2021

We were at home with my family, it was normal, it was supposed to, besides the fact that my sister had already had her baby. So soon? It couldn’t be, it had only been a few months, it didn’t make any sense that she was taking care of them at the house, I knew that premature babies had to stay in the hospital or something like that to, at least, survive.

These babies, I could hardly call them that; one, although it had all the characteristics of a baby several months after birth, was the size of a hand and its skin looked like it was made of rubber. The second was the worst, it was barely larger than the size of a finger, its skin was greyish brown and very wrinkled, it had its eyes badly shaped and a mouth that occupied almost half of its head, inside it a few elongated and almost sharp teeth peering out; my sister treated him less carefully than the other, even though I knew that she loved him, I could tell the difference.

"And this one?" I asked, now that I thought about it, we never got the news that there would be two babies and I didn’t have any memory of the birth either. " I don’t know," The only thing she answered.

09.mayo.2021

It seemed that I was on a school trip with my classmates. I doubt that it was anything else because we had gone to my grandmother’s old house and I would never invite them or talk to them about that place. On the field we played and talked, just doing fun things. We walked far enough to reach a empty farmyard, climbed over the fence and play for a while longer.

A classmate starts speaking something and I pay more attention than ever, we couldn’t do that, it was dangerous. He had released some plagues, I didn’t understand why he did that, but I didn’t even stop to think and I ran. I was the first to move and jump over the fences to face the other side, full of trees towards the foot of a mountain, where I could hang myself. Silverfish multiplied at the feet of all of us and they reached to touch my legs before I managed to jump. I grabbed a branch and it balanced me by the void.

Several classmates followed me, I believe because they know I’m the only one who knows the place well, but in reality I don’t. I had lost myself in this forest before, it was giant, but I tried not to show my nervousness, I looked down: I could not throw myself until I recognized somewhere, otherwise I would lose us all and it would be hell to try to find a way out with them. A few seconds passed and there it was, houses began to appear, the same houses that were at the entrance of the place where my grandmother lived. I jumped when we were close enough.

The place was closed with walls and when we were close enough we could see that everything was on fire. "What happened to the sky?" I said, but I didn’t know myself what I meant, the sky was color orange. I ran to my grandmother’s house, which, to get to it, we had to go through an alley to another wall that finally contained her house. Before entering there was a chair that had an old book on it, a book that had belonged to me years ago and I had left there almost to forget; I took it and we entered.

The first thing I saw was a huge house, to the left of the place, white because of the volcanita, that house wasn’t there before... Behind it, my grandmother’s house, also unrecognizable by the white color and a new construction that my uncle had made. On the right, all my family sat at a long table, eating like it was a birthday. Why weren’t they worried? They had attacked the town and lost their houses, they were like nothing happened, I couldn’t understand. Several of my classmates sat at the table and began to eat, they did not feel the loss, obviously, but I could not understand why my family did not care.

08.mayo.2021

This person was looking for me. They asked me if I wanted to be part of their project to create an FNF mod about Pico. Why about Pico if there are so many of him? It wasn’t like I disliked Pico or anything, in fact it was one of the characters I liked the most but I didn’t feel like participating in something like that.