This is my first story, so I'm sorry for any formatting errors and errors in general. I'll try to fix them if they were to become a major problem!
The story is mostly based off of "BitCrushe," but includes elements from various other songs.
Slight darker themes will be touched upon, but could be considered as a mild T.
These chapters are meant to be fairly short, hence being drabble-esque. Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!
Teto never considered herself as depressing. She considered herself as realistic.
Honestly, did people think the world was so…bright?
The world was getting darker and darker every day. She was only adapting. It would only hurt in the long run for such a bright light to be crushed. Painting a world in color does not erase its black and white origin.
She honestly didn't mind that she was so two-dimensional. Everything else was.
But...she did feel sympathy for the ones who believed.
The ones who believed in a world where there wasn't any corruption or greed. Their dreams will be crushed once they come face to face with reality. Things happen, hopes die, and you're left with the broken shell of an individual.
Teto already embraced her shell; she was one of the first who woke up.
After all, they were only dreaming.