#sys5.txt

[daughterofyuri]

Things have been… blurry.

Not in the literal sense. There’s nothing wrong with her eyes, but rather a disconnect between them and her brain. It’s like she’s been watching the world through a fish eye lens, like everything happening to her is occurring beyond the boundaries of the glass.

E5’s thoughts are clearer than they have been in what she fears is a substantial amount of time. Her surroundings are different, the cosy warmth of Fred’s room exchanged for incandescent bulbs and dust and noise.

There’s a breeze gently playing with her hair. Sunlight glances off a tiled floor, the squares yellowed and coated in a thin layer of dirt from disuse. Crickets and birds chirp in the distance, their music like something right out of a video from her tablet.

She’s in an alcove of some kind, with pale tan signs dangling off a hook on her left. Similar alcoves line the building, with names scrawled on signs attached to each one.

She’s afraid to speak, to move. From where she’s positioned, she can just barely see the outline of what looks to be a tank, a familiar head peeping out of it.

@aquatic-anxiety @thepoultryprincess

[daughterofyuri]

I drew this today ^_^

[ID: A digital drawing done in scribbled crayon. From left to right it features P16, Fred, E5, Cucurucho, S19, and Tubbo. Large text above the figures reads, “MY FAMILY”. /end ID.]

[daughterofyuri]

[E5, are you okay?] -@aquatic-anxiety

P16? What happened? I’m not sure where I am right now.

[daughterofyuri]

Rucho is gone. E5 sinks further into herself, her senses blurring into constant white noise at the edges of her psyche.

Everything is sour.

[daughterofyuri]

[A bracelet with a flower charm was left on Empanada's bed] - { @aquatic-anxiety }

Pepito beat me to it, huh?

She slips the bracelet on her wrist. It’s pretty, the flower charm dangling and catching the faint light of the afternoon sun.

Glancing around, Em reaches under her bed and procures her own creations. One’s a bracelet in all shades of blue, with tiny stones threaded on that she found outside. The other, a hair clip with a sun made out of scrap cloth and a barrette she found on the ground.

I had wanted to give these in person, but this can work, too. That way, if they hate it, I won’t know.

Gently, she places each gift under her groupmates respective pillows.

[daughterofyuri]

The grass feels weird between her toes. It’s different when it’s real, not just a simulation. There’s texture to it, a smell to it. Em imagines there’s prolly a taste to it, too, but she’s not willing to find out.

She feels a bit useless as she watches Pepito build their shelter. The pile of apples next to the log hut gleams softly as the sun lowers in the sky.

She should help. She wants to help. What are they missing that they need?

[Water.]

Water! They need it to drink, and Pepito surely needs it for Pepito’s skin. Empanada needs something to carry it in, a source for it, a way to make sure it’s clean… it’s a bit overwhelming for her to think about. Her groupmates are hard at work, though, so she doesn’t have time to be anxious.

[Do you want my help?]

“Um…” Em whispers, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. “Sure, if you don’t mind. What was your name again?”

There’s a pause, as if part of her, a part she can’t access and yet can feel all the same, is thinking.

[Cassidy.]

[daughterofyuri]

Things are hazy.

That strawberry crepe was really good.

She’d had candy once. A worker had given it to her when no one else was looking. It had tasted strange. The worker said it was called ‘lemon’.

She can’t remember what happened after she ate it. It’s fuzzy, tickling at the edges of her mind like shards of a shattered picture frame. The photo inside was torn to shreds, the glass hopelessly diminished to nothing.

There’s no lemon candy within her anymore. There’s something else, something far more sour.

[daughterofyuri]

Artistic rendition of the crepe I ate ^_^

[ID: A digital drawing done in scribbled crayon. It depicts a crepe with strawberries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of honey on a plate. There are a fork and knife on either side of the plate. /end ID.]