When I opened my eyes again, it was simultaneous. Both of my bodies sat upright and we anxiously looked around, before glaring at each other in the dim light of the stairs. It was so dark that I could barely see my own faces, but that intense rage swiftly died down. Continue reading
“Gonna… Go back to sleep now. Goodnight…” I murmured to myself, as I crawled over ‘Michael’ and got back under the covers on the other side of him. Continue reading
That fateful day, was finally over… I still needed to piss, with both bodies, so it wasn’t like I could just go straight to sleep. However, that only took a few minutes. The sky was still pretty bright, since it was technically the middle of the day. Continue reading
*Author’s Note*
Kinda feels like there isn’t enough time in the day to do anything productive anymore. Idk what happened to me… But well, I just woke up and decided to post some chapters of SDC. Barely edited but whatever, if I had to edit them, I would probably just do one chapter and give up lol.
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By the time Ana made it to the downstairs bathroom, I was already done brushing my teeth. Like always, I was cupping my hands in front of the kitchen sink, using that freezing cold water to rinse out my mouth and wash the toothpaste off my beard. Continue reading
Although cystic acne was terrible, and I never wanted to experience it again… There was something else I was much more concerned about. Continue reading
“Yeah, well I could’ve told ya that in the first place. But like I said before, why the fuck even do it? I don’t understand what kind of compatibility is so important?” I asked, still primarily using Ana to speak. Continue reading
It was an email. Yeah, there was no gian tentacle monster in my room, unfortunately. If that’s what you thought I was gonna say, then sorry. I sat down in the metal chair, with Ana reading from the screen with her significantly better eyesight. Continue reading
My ears have always been sensitive. However, once I gained a second pair of them, the tiny little things that really fucking annoyed me before, had become seriously unbearable. For example, my father was listening to a radio talk-show upstairs and while I couldn’t understand the exact words that were spoken, I could clearly hear the horrible static-like noises, along with mumbling and high-pitched squeaking. Continue reading
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