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Amnesia hears a small voice calling for her. She gets up and sees a small child looking then softly smiling at her, holding scorpion grasses in her hands, showing them to her,
???: “Sissy, look what I found while you were sleeping, aren't they beautiful like me?”
Amnesia was completely shocked. She knew that this definitely was a dream because her sister had been dead for many years by now, and it felt too real, and it felt too good to be true, and then she gently took the flower from her sister‘s hand and said to her gently.
Amnesia: They’re definitely beautiful and just like you, sissy
She wished this moment could last forever to remain this innocent child just a little longer. But all good memories must end eventually, and Amnesia noticed her sister gazing at the tree with quiet curiosity, a realization settling in her mind that it was for her own good.
???: Sissy! Can we go to that tree? It looks pretty cool to climb on top, and I promise this time that I won't fall again, so dad doesn’t get mad again for not looking after me, I promise!
Amnesia seems to sigh, gently touching and messing with her sister's hair softly, looking at her with less tension in her body than she had before seeing her sister.
Amnesia: I thought I lost you, but never mind that, I'm glad you’re still here, and I hope Father doesn’t mind you climbing the beautiful tree
Amnesia picked up her sister gently and walked toward the tree with a soft smile, but before she could reach the tree, her sister seemed to turn her small head, then her head dropped on the floor with a loud thud on the grass, and blood fell on Amnesia's face. Her eyes start to form tears as she sees her sister head into the grass, dropping her sister's body.
???: sissy I'm scared, what's happening.. It really hurts…
Amnesia seemed to back off from the grass, wanting to disappear from this dream completely, but her sister's body ripped her own ribs off, and she frowned sadly while she started repeating “why...” toward amnesia.
The last thing she saw was her own sister jumping towards her direction and begging not to be left alone again,
But then everything goes black, and then Amnesia could see a brain on the floor, and the words that she could form in the dark were “it’s your fault.”
But before she could even understand the writing, it all disappeared within a second, and she could feel herself falling into the deepest pits of hell. She woke up in the cold sweat, holding herself and her hand clutching her chest, the first words she could form out of her mouth were..
Amnesia: What the actual FUCK was that shit show of a dream..
out of nowhere, Mr Puzzles Slams into the fucking door
Mr Puzzles: Amnesia, I heard a sound and-
Amnesia: GET THE FUCK OUT MY ROOM-