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Your name is Sunny Suzuki.
It’s been a long day for you. You’re currently on a bus, directed towards the new apartment you’ve just moved into. It’s a pretty bland apartment. A copy-paste living space that seems really familiar to the one you had in your head, but less bland.
Only barely, that is.
You’ve been living in this new town for only a month, but you’ve got yourself pretty settled in. You know where the nearest grocery store from your apartment is, so you can sneak in some delicious snacks without your seemingly absent parent knowing. You also know where the city park is, so that you can feel the nostalgia and happy memories creep into your brain as you push yourself on the swings. And you also know the way to the roof of your apartment! That way you can off yourself anytime you want! Maybe that gremlin will help you finish the job.
But you won’t do it. Probably.
It’s currently 6 PM, you are absolutely drained beyond recognition. School was really tiring, due to today being sports day, so of course your microwave-steak driven body wouldn’t be able to handle jogging more than 50 meters. But it is a new record, so yay!
Honestly, school has been really fun for you. Sure, you’re considered probably the quietest and reserved kid in the entire school, and you have the socialization skills of a dying rat, but at least you’re pretty smart. You’ve scored pretty in high most of your subjects, and you’re also considered as the smart kid.
Even then, you still feel like shit every day.
It’s been a really crazy month for you, however. While you still have no one you could call your friend, at least you have some people talk to. They don’t invite you over to their plans, talk to you on a regular basis, and some of them even forget about you! But it’s fine, really. You deserve this.
You deserve all of this.
You deserve your actual friends leaving you behind, never contacting you again. It also didn’t help that you didn’t give them your new home number. I mean, why would you when they didn’t even come to watch you leave your hometown! The only who was there was your crime partner, and he was shaking like a generator running on overdrive. Probably because your mother was there. God knows if she knows the truth or not.
At least you were on good terms with him. Basil was always there for you, thick and thin. But it’s sad, seeing how he has to defend himself from the three friends you had. You apologized to him several times for leaving him alone for the past four years. Hell, you’re leaving him alone again! It’s amazing how much you can betray someone over and over again. You hope you don’t set a world record.
At least this time you can ask for forgiveness before you leave. You even begged your mother to let Basil live with you. But of course, that won’t work. What would Polly think? Would she be okay with it? You don’t even need to ask permission from his “parents,” if you can still call them that. Basil could be growing the biggest weed farm America has ever seen and his parents would still unknowingly fund it.
Honestly, Basil could exploit that, but he’s just too sweet, too forgiving. You love him for that.
So, you gave him your home number, hopeful that he would not think of you with pure vitriol and disgust; and of course, he didn’t. You both have talked to each other for a couple times this past month. Most of them were just filled with apologies, crying, and panic attacks. But there were also times where Basil just talked about the new plants he’s gotten, or where you talked about the school you’ve just entered, or where you both reminiscent on the good ol’ days.
It’s fun. You should probably call him as well tonight.
But you can’t. You’ve been monologuing to yourself for the past half hour, and that monologuing has got you absolutely tired. You’re pretty close to your apartment, so you try to stay awake as hard as possible. But it’s pretty hard to do so when you’ve just wasted all your feeble amount of strength you had pushing balls around.
The bus stops slowly as the bus driver monotonously says the current location. You thank the bus driver in heart due to your mouth not even wanting to move anymore, and quickly drag yourself to your apartment. Your room is at the highest floor, but elevators exist, so thank God for that.
As you walk in the elevator and press the button for your floor, you find yourself really struggling to keep your body awake. You hope this elevator is faster so you can just pass out in the living room, but it seems like even that is a hard task.
So now here you are, struggling to keep your eye open as the counter in the elevator slowly but surely increase. You hope you don’t just pass out in the elevator. That would be awkward and highly dangerous. You don’t want to increase that trauma counter now, would you?
But all that monologuing has gotten you really tired. You can’t seem to even comprehend where you are now. Reality seems to shift and bend. Are you even in the elevator anymore? You can’t tell, you’re just walking aimlessly, trying to guess where your room is. For a split second, you wonder how the hallways became this spacious. But before you could continue with that line of thought, you lost consciousness...
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You wake up in…
Somewhere? You’re not sure. It’s definitely outside. Which is extremely worrying. You clearly remember that you were in the hallways of your apartment, so you were most likely taken outside by someone.
Then, as your eyes began to comprehend exactly where you are right now, you became terrified, confused, bewildered. Mostly terrified.
You’re in a ditch?!
How the hell did you get here? Are you being buried alive?! You didn’t get mugged, did you?! How the hell do you always get into these ridiculous scenarios.
Doesn’t matter. The ditch isn’t that deep, but you’re going to have to use those vitamin-deficient sticks you call arms to get out of here. And you need to do it quick! It’s going to fucking rain! Brilliant, amazing! How worse can this possibly get?!
So, there you are, trying your absolute hardest to grab onto the walls of your own grave. It’s getting cloudy, and there are already rain droplets pouring down the landscape. But you manage. You’re almost out of the ditch. Just a couple more steps and you’re back to your miserable life!
As soon as you reach the edge of the ditch, you put your hand over it and climb out. Finally! Horray! You’re out! It only took 3 days’ worth of your fat reserves…
But hey, at least you’re still alive, yeah?
Now, with the survival skills of a sheltered 8-year-old, you try and assess the situation. It looks like you’re in a… cemetery. Odd, well then, they were definitely trying to bury your body. Wait, then why the hell did they not at least kill you first?! What kind of a criminal buries a body before killing it?
Doesn’t matter. You turn around and you see your own headstone.
Wow, the criminal(s) are dumber than you thought. They set the date of your death 4 years ago. How would anyone believe that? Actually, it’s pretty possible. But still, you were at the hospital a month ago, so its extremely unlikely people will think you’re dead. Good, more days for the shithole you call life.
But then the 2 brain cells that you have on that skull of yours suddenly realize that if they haven’t killed you, then they sure as hell are near you. So you instantly think of a way to get out of the cemetery. You’re surrounded by fencing. You can probably climb out of it. But you didn’t want to waste what’s left of your fat reserves or else you’ll die of starvation, which is the worse way anyone can die!
Then you realize the cemetery is behind a building. From the windowsill of it, you see a lot of religious art and statues. So, it’s a church. Fair enough. You see a door leading to the church. Maybe the exit is in the church. So then, you go through the door and find yourself in a church. You didn’t have time to take in the architecture style of the building as you try to instantly find a way out.
Obviously, there is a big door right at the farthest edge of where you were. Alright, all you have to do is walk past the pews and you’re out of here! No need to think about the people looking at you with the most shocked face they’ve ever seen. You have more worries to take care of than your social profile.
So, you bolt to the big door and went out of the building. Success! You’re out of the church. But now you have another problem. Where the hell are you? You don’t know any churches in the city, and you don’t believe in God anymore after what happened. But all of these seem familiar…
The tress…
The church…
The people on the pews…
The pastor that you forgot to monologue about…
And the cemetery…
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You are in Faraway Town.
You woke up inside of your sister’s grave.