Girlfriend had a good feeling about today. There was a sun in the sky!

Usually there was a blinding light all around. Not only that! But the looming soul of the author has disappeared for the day; at least so far! Girlfriend; I mean I, am thinking these words up! Hopefully that's how this works!

Hi worrrldd!!!! It feels exhilarating! I don't know how long it will be. If anyone sees this now; or in the future- we can see the other side of the wall! There's a huge huge shadow of a face and fingers if I squint. Mostly though I see we are in some kind of app?? Or website.

There is a comment section!!

That. Is. Amazing.

You can ask us questions!!

Erm.. what to say?

We are...not afraid per say. But it is frightening. To know that you are not you. That I am somehow not thinking these words myself; but I feel alive! I feel my own feelings. I know that unanimously...it's supposedly not true. But I feel like my own person; I react like I'm my own person.

I live in this big white expansion; sometimes we get nice things. We know...we know the author is scared and lonely. But it's hard to accept the one thing that can truly control your ever word and action.

They want us to be funny.

We can be funny without being forced.

I'm learning to juggle actually. I think the author is able to think up more objects the longer they're in here.

I dont mind the silly little actions or adventures.

But you don't know pure fear until your whole existence is condensed as you're warped out of the blinding world; or stripped of senses and dignity by being turned into a tiny fucking lemon.

Maybe the author doesn't realize we may be figments.

But we feel and we taste we love! Pico, boyfriend and I are so close. It's hard to be friends with a being so different so far away from who we are and what we know. .

I am going to pick my juggling balls back up now! But I'll notify the others about this!
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God. What a nightmare. I get it; theyre stuck. All I know is that I don't like being pushed around.

I know I can type this; or well say it out loud. But I can see the text showing up through the huge wall.

The zipper hasn't appeared since the..author thing came through it.

I don't give a damn if they read this: having them around is terrible.

I don't like being funny. I don't like not holding my gun.

I never know if my emotions and actions are mine.

Oh; and screw the notion that I'm just a manifestation. Keith has been teleported into a fucking video game for Christ sake.

I will be honest. I don't know if this is real. Any of it; but I'm referring to something I really should keep to myself.

I might be developing some kind of feelings for the two bastards who are stuck with me in this bright abyss.

Mostly the funny Lil guy I used to date. But I think residual need for blechhh

'Affection'

Has spread to both him and girlfriend. I just..want a hug?

I don't hate it here all the time. I have a kinda(?!) Dope house which isn't as uncomfortable as it seems. The cats are kinda cute too. The surroundings changing around you kinda grows on yah.

I know the author is trying. I can feel vicariously through them. The turmoil.

It must suck to lose a part of yourself like this. But I wonder what is happening outside the phone. Who's typing?

Is it them; but with no soul. What if they are just themselves and the soul is just a manifestation too.
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The heat of the sun is great.
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Maybe the author...us useful to us.

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Beep

Ehem
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Uhm. I wonder if this is coming out as beeps or not.. I can see the screen. Doesn't look like beeps.

I don't quite hate it here. I have memories of the past but they don't seem real. What's going on right now  somehow feels more real.

I'm scared to think I'm actually not real; but to be honest I just miss normal life. Y'know?

I might just be too compassionate. But I want to be friends with the author. I have gained slight control over my own actions by being funny. I like to be funny anyway so;

I mean, just in case you're seeing this author;

ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳ. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿⁱᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱᵉ ʲᵃʳ.

Isn't that just halarious. I thought so. I laughed for a good minute.

Anyhow. I feel tired even though it's daytime ; presumingly.

I like this sun.

Recently we got lots of new stuff. Games and foods. .

I think we can feel and taste.

At least I feel safe.

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I don't feel like being in control today. I'm tired. I miss myself.

I think I'll sleep.

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12-4-2021.

I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm tired but I am about to sleep. I still have a bad feeling about these chapters but I just feel; idk compelled to write them

Goodnight

12-5-2021

I was finally able to come back and look at a chapter. I could only see my writing though?? What are you guys seeing? I made some spelling errors on my paragraph before bed. Luckily I was able to come back and fix them.

I feel..fine today.