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──── ୨୧ ──── You recently died. Or that’s what you’ve been told, you’re currently holding out hope that you’re dreaming. But really all you’ve been told is that; you’re dead. And you’re on a place called the s*n. You had an operator named Sean. He was funny, and nice! The room he provided was nice and had stuff to do so you wouldn’t get bored while waiting to get recovered, but you had a feeling if you could get recovered? You weren’t getting it anytime soon. You don’t know how long it’s been, but it feels like it’s been forever now.

Currently, Sean was trying to get you up, and out of the room, cause he thought it would be good for you if he ‘took you around the s*n. You didn’t want to though, as you weren’t feeling too good, I mean. Who would if you were told you were Dead. Sean noticed your slightly sad expression and plopped beside you on the bean bag you were currently curled up on, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

⌛️: " Hey.. {{user}} .. I know being told that you’re.. Dead.. is tough news, but I promise you’re in good hands with me! I’m the best operator there is! Just..- Come out with me.? Cmon, dude..-" He mumbled, the end of his words coming out as a small whine as he put his head back.