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Flamire: hello, i am flamire.

Flamire: i am 14 years old and i like to play games.

Flamire: i have a big mouth and i can sing very loud.

Flamire: watch me.

Flamire: lalalala~~ laalalala~ lalalalalalalalalalalallalala~

Flamire: my favorite color is blue.

Flamire: it is the color of the sky.

Flamire: but anything you can do i can do better.

Flamire: i can do anything better than you.

Flamire: its sunny outside.

Flamire: the sky is blue and there are white clouds in the sky.

Flamire: the birds are singing.

Flamire: they are flying in the sky.

Flamire: i am so happy.

Flamire: i walk. i run. i jump.

Flamire: i tore off a bird’s neck and emptied its worthless brains into the drains.

Flamire: i ate the rest of the bird and wiped my hands on the sidewalk.

Flamire: the neighbours are looking at me.

Flamire: but i dont know why.

Flamire: they close their windows and look away.

Flamire: im so scared.

Flamire: did i do something wrong?

Flamire: i walk to the playground.

Flamire: there is no one there.

Flamire: not Amy, Jack, Bob, Kevin.

Flamire: they are not in the playground.

Flamire: the man in the house come and ask me what i am doing.

Flamire: he is a police guy. he says he will take me home.

Flamire: we are on a rock.

Flamire: i can see no land.

Flamire: he falls over into the sea.

Flamire: he screamed and scratched at every part of his skin he could reach.

Flamire: they were blistering before his very own eyes.

Flamire: red pustules were forming all over his face, his hands, his whole body.

Flamire: they were rapidly swelling, and then burst to reveal a foul smelling liquid, like rotten seafood.

Flamire: he screamed again.

Flamire: he clawed at his face, he tore bits of flesh loose in the process, splattering blood all over the place.

Flamire: he tried to crawl his way back to the land.

Flamire: he tried to stand up.

Flamire: he looked as though he wanted to vomit but couldn’t find the energy to do so.

Flamire: his hands were jerking uncontrollably.

Flamire: and then his face split open, and five tentacles poured out, vaguely arranged in a star pattern.

Flamire: they were lined with suckers and flailing wildly.

Flamire: his skin started to scab and flake away, what seemed like small white shells started to grow all over his body.

Flamire: his hands’ movement was reduced to feeble twitching.

Flamire: tentacles were sprouting all over his rotten skin.

Flamire: they burst out of his body and started reaching and writhing in every direction.

Flamire: one of them caught me by the neck.

Flamire: the tentacles were very flexible and as strong as steel.

Flamire: my hands hopelessly scrabbled at my neck, but there was no hope of escaping.

Flamire: the thing that had once been the man started to retreat into the sea, dragging me along with it.

Flamire: its movement was painfully slow.

Flamire: with a splosh, we sank under the surface.

Flamire: seawater gushed into my nose and mouth.

Flamire: the salty smell was flooding into my lungs.

Flamire: i choked.

Flamire: i can’t breathe.

Flamire: it pulled me up, until i was inches from what had used to be the man’s face.

Flamire: the five tentacles from it’s head enveloped my mine, i struggled desperately, trying to resist it, but it was no use.

Flamire: i can feel it’s slippery grasp, licking me, burning me

Flamire: i saw the shimmering shade of aqua that was the surface.

Flamire: i reached out towards it, trying to free myself from the creature’s slimy grip.

Flamire: but i was slowly and steadily sinking deeper.

Flamire: the light faded.

Flamire: the water was darkening all around us, from aqua to navy, and then to absolute black.

Flamire: my eyes stung with seawater.

Flamire: it was rushing into me.

Flamire: filling me.

Flamire: assimilating me.

Flamire: the last rays of sunlight vanished.

Flamire: there was no end in sight, just a neverending depth of darkness.

Flamire: i just keep sinking deeper.

Flamire: and deeper.

Flamire: DEEPER.