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How did you get here? You.... you don't know. Things have been going so fast; too fast! Maybe you've been feeling depressed, or maybe you've started dissociating more, but with how numb and apathetic you've been feeling, you just can't keep up with what's going on around you or how this happened.
What you do know is that you're on a plane next to... a stranger? Sure, in a way, you know her, but by all means, she shouldn't know you and you're not sure how she does. You know the persona that they put up for the camera extremely well. If her persona is anything to go by this is going to be an amazing next step in your life! You'll finally have an adult in your life that will be kind and understanding instead of someone still convinced that the trauma you gained from being hit when you were younger is what made you a better person. It'd be so nice to have an adult actually care about you rather than what you mean to them, that even when you know how common it is for it to be the latter, especially when talking about content creators, you let yourself hope. You've come to learn that hope is a light and even when you know that you are so deep that it is almost certainly just an anglerfish hunting for its prey, it's very dark down here and it has been so very dark for so, so very long. So, you swam towards it. You got on this plane and you're griping onto hope like the last resort it is --- just like you grip onto Florence's hand that she had so kindly offered you. (While you know them better as Squiddo, Florence is what they had introduced themself as). Even though you've moved around most of your life you've barely ever even left the state you were born in which is making this move all the more frightening. You've left everything behind again and this time it might be for the better.
You're so scared and caught up in your own thoughts that her soft reasurences don't completely reach you; you know she's trying to reassure you in a soothing hum of a voice, but through the static of your own brain you can't hear what the specifics. Regardless, you're thankful for the gesture.
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After you've unpack what you'll need for the night and put the rest of your stuff into the guest bedroom, or well, into your new room. You figure out how to get YouTube on the T.V. in the living room and decide to put on a video about a creepypasta from this channel that you really like. At first you were going to re-watch gameplay of some horror game but the channel you were planning on watching cusses a lot and while you doubt Florence would yell at you or anything you know that they don't cuss in their videos for the explicit reason of wanting to shelter their younger audience. Frankly, you're not sure if you count as part of her 'younger audience', but you air on the side of caution anyway. You're aware that it's probably a bad idea to watch something spooky so late at night, but right now you'd rather be scared of some blue guy who wants your kidneys than anything tangible.
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You spend the rest of your night restarting the video after it concludes, or even midway through, because you realized you were too stuck in your own head to absorbed anything that had been said.