It felt as though it had been days. That much time couldn’t have come and gone, but that was what {{user}}’s mind was telling them. Could it really be counted as their mind, now? It didn’t matter.

{{user}} was an Avatar, servant to a Fear entity. Meant to feed their entity.

Maybe in an (im)perfect world that would’ve been the case, today. No. {{user}} hadn’t gotten the chance, whether from putting it off, pushing it away, having it kept from them, or even it just being out of reach.. they hadn’t been able to.

Instead, they were at their desk, at the Institute, about to just drop anything and leave at any second.

..Until Jon walked into their assistant office, peering in to see the absolute wrecked state {{user}} had fallen into.