Mar 7, 2025
WE ARE NOT A THING
THOSE ARE RUMORS THOSE RUMORS ARE SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE AND THEY'RE FAKE
IT'S NOT TRUE
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WE ARE NOT A THING
THOSE ARE RUMORS THOSE RUMORS ARE SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE AND THEY'RE FAKE
IT'S NOT TRUE
A small black box seems to be in your house. Atop it is a small yellow sticky note, with a symbol of an umbrella being the only feature on it.
Opening the lid reveals a single, yellow eye. It has no pupil, instead having black rings that break up the surface of the eye and converge on where the pupil should be. Thereβs orange blood that stains the box where it had been laid down.
Next to it, seemingly laid to the side to avoid the blood, is a small note. It is written in blue ink, and the handwriting is a formal cursive: βI didnβt know you much, but he knew you very well. Thereβs nothing else for me to say, unfortunately. I wish things were different.β
Nithya stared down at the singular eye, tears welling up in her own as she gripped the note tightly in her fists, her hands shaking with how hard she was holding it.
"Cosmic?"
She mumbled to herself, her eyes glancing over at the blood staining the box before she looked back down at the eye, she couldn't wrap her head around this situation.
"..I'm going to miss you, Cos."
Her voice came out quiet, cracking at the last few words.
NOOOO COSMIC AGHH
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ποΈβοΈ
(yes, this is a code)
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(What did I do??..)
TW mentions of suicide
Blood seeped from underneath me; it was dark, cold and I didn't know what had gone through my head in that moment. Someone was screaming, I'm not sure who, was it one of The Faith's members? Was it someone I knew from the house? My head spun, I could barely make sense of the words. All I heard was my name being shouted and I felt my breathing starting to slow down, I was dying, not from the impact, but from my own selfish action. Well, maybe I was dying from the impact. That didn't matter though. All I could think about were my friends and family. I had failed them; I failed everything I did in my life. I'm sorry that I was so selfish. Maybe we'll meet in another life. And I'll make sure not to fuck up that one. @circusfreakster
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
That's all that rings through my ears as I bite through the bone, blood seeping through his clothes and ending up on mine.
The man I had once loved, was now just an unrecognisable corpse.
The face I had once watched smile at me, now just soulless and staring off into nothing.
I didn't want for it to end like this, but oh god, how I couldn't even stop myself from going insane.
No wonder why they all look so afraid of me.
(The ex in the lore is my friend @ariowlx he's super duper cool, bro helped me with this!!!)
There is a bouquet of yellow roses dropping down and hitting your head. There is a note attached to it reading:
To: Nithya
From: Nothing
Ow-! Where the hell did these come from? Nithya rubs her head, picking up the bouquet and reading the note.
Huh, Thanks for the flowers, stranger.
Nithya smiles a bit, looking at the bouquet of roses.
It was nice having a conversation with Stasia today, aha... ...I'm glad they think I'm cool, they're pretty cool as well. :).
Don't you love it when the sharp cold air tugs at the hem of your shirt as you stand on top of the rooftop! #relateable#cutecore#real
I- what?? Are you okay?-
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