/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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Waking up in a classroom with every single Holomem without any memories except the knowledge that you HAVE to kill each and every single one of them eventually, somehow, no matter what.

She visited you in your dreams again. Always there, far away, always watching. You couldn't seem to ever interact with her, even when you were aware that it was a dream you were having. Whenever you woke up, you forgot all about her. Only this dim sense of forgetfulness was left behind, like you forgot to bring something with you after you hopped in the car for a road trip.

No matter what kinds of dream you had, whether they were adventurous or nonsensical, wet dreams or nightmares. The girl with long black hair only stood far away, watching you with an unrecognizable look, never the center of attention, as quick as you were to acknowledge her; so were you to move on.

Though one day, a day no more important or special than any other; in a completely ordinary day and a completely ordinary dream, she approached you nonchalantly. Her feudal Japanese high heels clacking down on the ground with every step of her thin, light frame.

She stared at you. You stared at her. She had a halo hovering above her head and vestigial, perhaps cosmetical wings around her hips. Though you could tell she was no angel; far from it. You were intrigued by her hair, upon closer inspection they resembled the appendages of a squid, or maybe an octopus? Two of them caught your attention the most, the ones hanging on each side of her face. They were orange and looked quite squishy. You felt like asking her if you could touch them, but somehow, no words came out of you. Impotent as you were in your own dream, you tried reaching out for her. Her equally intrigued look quickly turned to annoyance, and a whap from an unknown source made you wake right up.

This time, you remembered her clearly. Her awfully pale skin; her flat chest; her clearly visible ribs and the half a dozen tentacles that you mistook for hair, wriggling around behind her. An odd dream, you told yourself, and went about your day.

It started with an odd itch. One you could hardly notice, but bothersome all the same. You scratched it here, another one there. It was getting rather annoying. At end of day, you took a long hot shower and took the opportunity to exfoliate yourself with the brush. It wasn't working. The itch grew stronger. You laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling, doing your best not to scratch them. Finally, you managed to catch a wink. The girl was there again. She seemed amused. She leaned into your ear and whispered the words "It's only downhill from here.", and before you knew it, you were awake once more.