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"𝖎 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊, 𝖞/𝖓." Her sister stated sourly. She pulled the wooden chair beside her for her sister to sit it. Y/N would be lying if she said that she was dumbfounded by the fact that she's talking to her dead sister, like alone a dead person. Hell, what's next? She gets to talk to her own parents and her self too?

How could this be possible, anyway, wasn't this not a memory she was living in. She knew it was all fake but it all too real, Amai's more powerful than she though she was.

"It's too late to think about that." S/N intruded. She pointed at the clock Y/N was looking to. it was displaying the time of day being past five o'clock, an hour before the massacre.

"You can't change the past." S/N reminded her sister, she was staring at the clock and fiddling her fingers nervously. The twin grabbed Y/N's shoulders to face her properly. S/N smiled, "So let's talk."

Y/N asked, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you smiling at me? Usually, you're a bitch to me. No offence. But- How the fuck are you talking to me!?"

S/N chuckled against her hand because her other hand had her phone in it. She placed her phone on the table and sat on her legs to each Y/N's height using the table to balance.

"Let me explain." S/N cleared her throat. "What you saw was a flashback of your family, an event in your life that's already occurred and playing out from a third person's perspective. Like the time you and Itadori were outside and saw me and younger you playing outside."

"And since this isn't real. Am I kinda maladaptive dreaming?*"

"In a way, yeah!" S/N agreed brightly. "Since this moment in your life has never happened, you are imagining it but with everyone, only one being me, acting like what you think we are like!"

With that in mind. Y/N never thought her younger self would imagine herself thinking that S/N was a kind person, according to S/N, Younger Y/N always saw the good in people and never hesitated to have fun, meeting new people and be willing to help anyone.

It was like Y/N and younger Y/N were opposites. But come to think of it, ever since this mess, she's done all of those things.

Y/N looked back at the clock, 6:05, she inquired as past Y/N sat on her father's leather chair reading, the sky darkened and her parents start setting up the dinner. It was like watching actors getting ready for the next scene. "What is Amai doing to me?"

"What you want her to do to," S/N answered. "She's the devil with a deal, you've already signed."

"S/N, who's your friend? I didn't see them come in." Her mother questioned with a smile as she set the kitchen table for their Sunday Special. It was an indescribable feeling for the girl, the first time in years she since her birth family, and her mother and mostly father don't recognise her. Their daughter.

"She's Y/N." S/N grinned. "Just a friend from school."

"Hey..." Y/N waved awkwardly at her parents who smiled happily back. She assumed that since S/N hasn't returned to her natural self, she is still in Y/N's perception mode.

With that in mind, since everything was in Y/N's head, everyone here would function the way, Y/N would think they would, because this is from her perception.

Younger Y/N came to the table and sat next to her older self with her book in hand. It was a Stephen King book called, strangely, Doctor Sleep. From what Y/N could remember, she wasn't a massive King fan, she's only read two of his book; the one she has right now and The Shining.

Y/N attracted her attention to the slice of pie in front of her. She took a bite, already falling in love with the sweet scent and taste of the pie. It was practically physical nostalgia, come to think of it.

"Y/N, huh?" The girl on her left (Younger Y/N) looked up at the girl. "It's very pretty, isn't it? I'm not saying that because we share the same name but, you suit it!"

"Ditto." Little me. Older Y/N complimented. "Stephen King, aren't you a little too young for those books."

"My birthday is in a few months anyway, I'm practically fourteen." She jokingly said. "And anyway, between me and you. S/N talks to nasty boys like Kane and Tenya from 2-B that are three years older than her." She whispered that last part.

"Really?" Y/N raised her eyebrow, little Y/N nodded. The fact that Y/N didn't remember anything her younger self did, revealed to her how much she's suppressed her past life. S/N talking to boys was something she'd never expect, but mostly should of. Maybe she didn't get the attention she got at home and ventured out to find something worthwhile.

Horny teenage boys.

"And besides I'm not that big of a Stephen King fan. But the stories can help me understand what's going on with the world." She explained.

Her father chuckled after finished the last slice, "Not a big fan, eh? Says the girl who focuses me to watch The Shining movie every Friday. Although it is a good movie."

"I never liked the ending," M/N commented, gathering the plates in her hands.

"You never like most things." Her husband stated when she went to grab his plate. He continued smoothly. "But me."

"But you...I guess."

"Y/N! I'll be back imma show you all the books." Y/N jumped out of her chair and ran up to her bedroom. Older Y/N nodded and made her way to the sink to help her mom. The h/c girl looked up at the clock seeing that the time was "...6:00, again?"

"F/N, did you say something?" The mother looked over her shoulder. Her partner shook his head no. Conflicted, Y/N waved her hands in front of her mother's face. Nothing.

The girl stepped away. She took her last look at the clock, it read 6:06, however since it has been six o'clock for an hour it would be. "6:66!"

The sky gloomed a miserable dark blue with mahogany and black. The parent of the girl met in the middle of the small kitchen, with expressions that were a mix of fearfulness and disturbance.

"M/N, they're here. They have to be." The male held his wife's head in his cold pale hands.

"They? Who's they?" S/N returned to her natural tone. The parents share worried glances, they bent down and placed one hand on their daughter's cheek.

"S/N. These things are monsters." Her mother briefly answered with a serious tone. They knew about curses? Y/N whispered within herself, her lip quivering at the thought. "They will do nothing but torture us. We'll be lucky if they just shred us in pieces."

"Mom, you're scaring me." S/N screwed her mouth to the side in disgust.

Silence struck the whole house, only the distant sound of glass smashing filled the mute void. Chills were sent down everyone's spine, but M/N acted fast. She hide her daughter in a kitchen drawer and stood next to her petrified husband.

"Did you call Satoru and Nanami?" She whispered. He nodded. M/N knew that it was most likely Jogo and his goons, wanting to end the L/N name for good. But little did he know about:

"Y/N?" F/N whispered. "Where is she?"

"In her room. Don't worry, she'll know what do to."

*Maladaptive daydreaming is a widely misunderstood psychiatric condition that involves persistent, intense daydreams. The symptoms include lengthy periods of vivid daydreaming and struggling to carry out day-to-day tasks. Maladaptive daydreaming was first identified by Professor Eliezer Somer of the University of Haifa.

for example: tv shows and music are main triggers of MD.