She doesn't have any real purpose for existing, thus why she gave herself one, but as for when she would not fulfill those needs that she gave to herself, a goal, she simply seemed to...fade, to some extent. Just become part of the excess meat that this world carried. She did nothing. Nothing to stop these thoughts, as now that she, though absolutely capable of doing so, chose not to. She realized that it would be worthless to even attempt to do so, actually. A laugh escaped her mouth from even thinking about this. A bit...concerning, to realize you're not the main character in your story. The story about you. The hero. You're just a supporting one. A side character. Not the protagonist, but anyone could become one in the blink of an eye. Who has the most screen time? Who gets the most attention? Him. And she didn't even fucking care at this point. It mattered very little to her what was going on right now. But this was her alone time, and she spent it cowering in fear atop the bark of a tree, fallen to its side. But she cackled. Perhaps, this was what it meant to be having a grand time, and nobody else understood it.
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Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
