[She couldn't hear anything aside from her own breathing, and Clyde's. Though the longer she's here, the more she has to wonder why, exactly, her mind chose this scenario as a means for dealing with her personal demons.
Honestly she'd never thought herself this melodramatic. She didn't even like horror movies. Nor did she understand why her personal projection had taken the face of...
of.
...how had she ever forgotten about Clyde? And why had she made him look like Keanu Reeves? It locks her up in place halfway down the hall to think of it. ]
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Honestly she'd never thought herself this melodramatic. She didn't even like horror movies. Nor did she understand why her personal projection had taken the face of...
of.
...how had she ever forgotten about Clyde? And why had she made him look like Keanu Reeves? It locks her up in place halfway down the hall to think of it. ]