Im not crazy by Enothree
Prereq: High Value Targer
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I keep seeing him, over and over again.
I'm not crazy.
That friendly worker who gave me sage advice, only to be brutally murdered in the dark right next to me.
His murder in a Grimm mask, taunting me from the shadows right behind me.
I'm not crazy.
White Fang's insane pilot, so utterly divorced from the other two.
A rumored master of a forgotten martial art, so different yet so similar.
A glimpse of a strange gambler who I saw out of the corner of my eye.
I'm not crazy.
None of them exist.
I'm not crazy.
No matter how hard I search, all I can find are the odd reference to people with those jobs, whose descriptions are most definitely not the same.
I'm not crazy. I'm sure of that.
But then why don't any of them exist outside of my head? Why hasn't anyone else met them?
I'm not crazy. I'm not I'm not I'm not.
And right now. Beacon entrance ceremony. Not two yards away, is him. All of those people, brought down to a simple human face.
It's him. The mechanic. The murderer. The pilot, the fighter, the gambler. It's him.
I'm not crazy. I'm not I was right here he is he's right there-
And he's looking at me.
And he recognizes me.
His face twists into a pained, grim smile.
He mouths the words "I'm sorry."
And then I blink and he's gone, somehow vanished in a fraction of a second.
No one notices anything odd. As a matter of fact, not a single other person seemed to have noticed him vanishing.
As if he was never there at all.
I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy I'm not crazy.
