Help. Me. Please
[Post made by Sam and Pedro]
transcript below:
Help! Help, I'm in OVERKILL!!!
What? What are you-
Oh stars, you got Theater Cursed?!
The Theater Curse isn't real, Loop! I think I had an accident, my brain's confused and I'm-? I'm so-?!
Okay, okay, calm down. Let's start simple. What's your name?
Dawn Paige. He/Thy. Age 23. I am a dedicated butler who adores my master above all else.
Okaaay, butler role! Got it! Good to know.
Okay, Mx. Paige. Breathe with me, breathe iiiiin.
(You and Loop breathe in and out together.) (In... and out... In... and...)
Hahhh... Loop, Loop! I'm terrified. Am I losing sense of reality? What happened to me?
(What's real anymore?) (Overkill isn't real the director isn't real) (The mansion was fake, there wasn't a dinner.)
(None of it!) (Everything!) (All fake!)
Take it easy, just breathe, keep with me now. Don't think about everything all at once.
(Okay, okay.) (Disregard the world.) (You're here right now.)
You're at the well. You're with me. We're both here. We're real.
(You're not dead.) (Even though you felt the knife in your back.) (Even when you couldn't breathe or when you burned and melted and-!)
Stars, stop thinking about it. Just listen to me, would that be okay?
(Loop begins to explain the daily routine of a boulanger.) (How he'd wake up early to bake bread.) (When his daughter awakens, they'd share a meal together.)
(It's a simple, boring but nice story.)












