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Day 1
Cackletta yawned. Last night was so tiresome. The morning is no better, Cackletta wants to go back to bed, but she has to wake up eventually. There's no avoiding her reality. Day something of nothing working out…
When Cackletta got up, she was hit with nausea as the room shifted around her. It swirled in her vision, appearing to turn while not actually moving. She tried to shake off the feeling, but her vision simply refused to be normal. She could hear the faint sound of water running, and the sound of the annoying ventilation system. There's already too much going on for her to keep up properly. So she slowly walked towards her bedroom door, and stumbled outside.
The hallway was dim, no lights on except for the bathroom light. Cackletta stumbled around, her legs moving uneven with the ground. It was incredibly uncomfortable, falling over a couple times. Though, in her mind there is one thing clear, she must get to their ideas room. For today, she will make the ULTIMATE evil scheme! It’ll be beautiful, it'll be her work of art! At least that's what she hopes… the past few plans have been… disappointing to say the least.
Finally, at the end of the long hallway, it felt like forever to get there. The door was being difficult, Cackletta had to fiddle with the knob so much, it liquidized before it could open. All that's left is a hole where the knob should be, an eerie orange light peeking through as the floor flowed against her knees. Huh, she never knew wood was a liquid. Nonetheless, there's no knob to hold her back from opening that door now. Except, now the door was a wall. With a peep hole. The air is getting heavy now, it seemed fine a second ago, but Cackletta's back hurts, her legs feel pricked, her arms can't move. She can hear slaps on the splinter water. She's waking up from her half awareness, the ceiling is melting, it's going to fall. Her legs are stuck in the floor. Her vision stained a slight orange, everything oozing as she realized she couldn't move.
That's when a malicious shock stung through her back, assaulting her senses. Finally she willed herself to move. Bumping herself into the door in front of her. The orangeness in her vision fading as the world around her suddenly felt real again. The door's wood is hard, the knob still metal. It feels like there's needles in her head. She stumbled, hearing a crack as she fell. And in her vision right above her, she sees her familiar, four-eyed toady…
“FAWWFUUULL!!!”
“C- CACKLETTA?!”