Date: November 9th, 2024 9:56 AM
Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Busy night. The usual chaos—kids screaming, carts crashing, and the sound of my soul slowly leaving my body. In the middle of it all, I found a crumpled grocery list in an abandoned cart.
At first, it seemed normal:
Milk
Eggs
Bread
Then, at the bottom, scrawled in shaky handwriting: “Get him.”
I stared at it, heart pounding. Who’s him? Am I him? Looked around, but the cart’s owner was long gone.
Tried to shake it off, but for the rest of the night, every customer felt like they were watching me, like they knew something I didn’t.
Closed up, walked to my car, and found another note on the seat: “Soon, friend.”
Sat in the dark for a long time and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630813&forum_id=2#48314600)