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Originally Posted by Objective
lmao @ the hipster library shit.
But ye something feels strange and that shit I was told about the limo in my dream yesterday.. Got to take extra care of my daughter just in case and hope I make the right choice.
B) I tell my daughter to come over.
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you call her to come to you but it is to late. The limo door opens and a skinny guy runs at her with some sort of weapon and savagely obliterates her skull. A piece of her innocent brain lands near your feet. something clicks. you are running and you pounce you begin punching and punching, all of a sudden glass breaks behind you and it snaps you out of your fury. You turn to look and the attacker runs back to the limo. you thought you saw an old man standing behind a chubby ginger kid, but he was gone, and the ginger kid is bleeding through his ICP shirt. he falls down. you look around and realize that your daughter is dead, and who will believe your story. you call the police and are promptly arrested.
you are in jail. It sucks. time passes and passes and yet doesn't pass all you can think about is your daughter and wanting to be with her, and not understanding, and thinking about the dream she had had, and how there were two of her and how you had been an insomniac, and that damn librarian what was that about anyway!? you calmly hang yourself with your bedsheet....
blackness.
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THE LIBRARY. The librarian is looking at you. He is fearsome. He shows you the book. Your name is not in it. your daughters is.
"Choices" the librarian says, some are made for you, some you make. I hold in my hand a key. If you use it, you can return to your life before any of this happened. you will not be dead, your daughter will be alive do you:
A: use the key
B: do not use the key