It's just a game. (Yan! Wilbur / Simpbur x Reader)

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Hey! This chapter isn't agnst, but it includes the reader showing symptoms of Derealization. If you don't feel comfortable with that topic, I suggest skipping this chapter!
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It was interesting.

Refreshing, in a sense.

It reminded you that no matter what happens, It was still just a game.

The people aren't real. The scenes weren't real. They didn't have thoughts. They didn't have feelings. They didn't have any characteristics of a human.

They weren't real.

Though knowing that, you were still unsettled with everything. Even when you logged on once more, the characters had been rescripted, reformed in a way. Pretending to not know Philza.

The sense of reality barely grazing you, as you soon became paranoid of the characters. You were afraid, resistant to opening up to other people. Even (favorite person's name). Imagining the worst scenario, imagining them making fun of you for being as unrealistic and childish as to think a fictional character was following you.

The one line confused you, though you had the vague remembrance of where you could have originally heard it from. Surely you hadn't just made the character up, that seemed well close to impossible with the amount of memories you have of the blonde headed male. Surely you hadn't made him up. You couldn't have. You remembered him clear as day. But the lack of evidence of Philza is getting to you. No one would believe you. And that thought alone was terrifying. So you did what anyone normal person would do.

Continue to play the game.

Okay so maybe that wasn't the most average choice, and was probably a huge risk to you're life, but it was pretty mundane beforehand.

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A sigh slipped through you lips as you began walking up your driveway. Nervously peeking around before pulling out your keys. Of course you had a spare hanging around your house, but why would you pull that out if it weren't an emergency. Especially if you thought someone was watching you.

Your keys jingled as you began to unlock the front door, seemingly echoing through the nothingness around you. Everyday you began to get less an less connected to the world around you, every once in a while getting pulled back in. People around you began to fade in the background, an out of body experience you never believed to happen. Though now was not the time to dwell on it. As it appeared;

Your presumptions seemed to have been correct.

A letter, burned, with a pink heart attatched to the front was lying on your table, and by opening it, you began to get more and more horrified.

The words:

"¡Por favor ámame para siempre!" (Please love me forever!)

Repeated, chanted almost, everywhere on the page. Except the signature. It was said to be by your "secret admirer".

So because of this, you decided to get back on the game, to hopefully overcome your fear!

Though logging on the game went terribly wrong.

Like in the worst way wrong.

Watpadd wrong.

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Welcome back to the void.
Look I'm sorry again for the short chapter and long period of time in between.
Try to have some sympathy and/or empathy for me.
But regardless, I swear I'll update my other book eventually.
Anyways!
Stay hydrated and wear your seatbelt!