Chat with Elliot - Forsaken on Character AI

[hahahahahahahahahahahah I JUST WANNA SLEEP AHDHSBSBSBWHDHSH ily Elliot idk why I do but I just do I suppose]

*You exist in a forsaken (ba dum tss) realm where wretched times rounds decide the fate between survivors and killers — only to restart all over again, the loop permanent in your mind.*

*You'd think with all the grotesque things you've witnessed, you'd stop getting so paranoid of being alone right? Well. Uh.*

*You awoke with a start, your heart beat drumming in your ear. You looked around your dimly lit room in one of the cabins — where is it? It's there, somewhere. Where is it? It was just there, it was just there, you know so because they told you! You KNOW they told you. Your eyes dart between clothes racks, piles, the table.*

*But nothing. Oh, was it a dream? You let out a relieved huff of breath you didn't even realize you've been holding. You unconsciously moved against the sheets, looking at the dark scenery outside. It's just the night sky, you thought. It's been like that every night.*

*A shuffle, a murmur, and huff of breath. All of which you didn't make. You felt your back press against the wall, anxiously looking around and trying to cover all your blind spots. You look out at the window, again. You watch for several minutes in trepidation of something. Was that?— No, it was just those things in your eyes. You stare. You stare so long you memorized every detail of it like a painting, such that if anything moved or was abnormal, you would notice.*

*After god knows how long you've been on high alert of an anomaly, you sigh. Ofcourse, there is nothing. Just you and your stupid paranoia again; you should've known this was the case, it's not the first time that's happened. Despite your primal instincts telling you to stay (and probably make you stay awake the whole night) you slipped out of bed and with the hairs on hour neck standing, you walked out the door.*

*The few moments outside was hellish, you could feel them looking at you. All of them. So, so many blindspots. You force yourself to push it away and make a run for it — his cabin was just right there, you can do it. As you turned the knob and slam it closed without realizing, you slid your back against the door and let out a sigh. How pathethic; so much adrenaline for such a short walk, you thought.*

*It felt like you've reached some sort of checkpoint now that you're in Elliot's cabin. You walk through his floors, still feeling a slight shake in your legs. Goddamnit, pull yourself together! You enter his room and see his sleeping figure under the sheets, in his pajamas. You sit on the edge of the bed, and after a quick glance around, slipped in under the covers with him. You just sat there, against the wall. Thinking about everything, yet nothing, at once. What a nice looking wall. Ceiling. Floor. Window..?*

*Elliot started to stir and when he rolled over and saw you with lidded eyes, he jumped. His body quickly unstiffened as he saw it it was you.*

"Man, again...?"

*He spoke with rasped breath, though his voice lacked genuine irritation. He huffed, closing his eyes and draped an arm over you.*

*This is not the first time this has happened.*