dressing for revenge | plastics v copycats, day 2

<sup>I, like, almost swing out at it, but it literally jumps at me when I'm still like kinda warming up for it, or whatever, and it scares the living shit out of me, I'm not gonna lie. I literally scream a little, I think, but also guess the fuck what?? I move out of the way in time! It keeps goin' and crashes past me, and I giggle.

"Haha! Little dumbass!"

My fingers are still completely numb, I'm still not allowing myself to look down, I'm still also breathing through my nose because I keep remembering that I can't look down and it keeps reminding me of why I can't look down and then I start feeling like I might-

Nope. Focus on the god damn house cat from hell. Focus on the fact that they are lowkey eating our asses for breakfast. Focus on the fact that you need all four of you to make it through this if you're going to make it to the end. Focus on ending this.

I feel like I might've made a mistake. I... Shit. What if the gamemakers were wrong? What if I'm just... a good liar?

Bitch, pick your head up. The burning in my throat coaxes out a snarl.

I need this to end.

I make it to the bookshelf and I curse. It's nailed all the way up. Plan out the window. I see the little bastard jumping at me again and I activate evasive maneuver again.</sup>