This world is a movie with no ending, and the reel is about to run out. Am I watching the movie? Is the movie watching me? Am I watching myself? Let's see if the [REDACTED] have any answers:

"Hey Melissa Mannequin, am I watching the movie?"
"...Ah sorry about that, I completely forgot that you became mute after the [CONFIDENTIAL] tortured you and shattered your psyche."
"Hey Christine Cardboard, is the movie watching me?"
"...Hello silence my old friend, they drugged you up with pills again! Just another victim of the hospital system run by the [CONFIDENTIAL]."
"Hey Sarah Statue, Am I watching myself?"
"...Don't give that look, you know what I meant! You'd best be thankful that your dirty mind is nothing compared to an [CONFIDENTIAL] mind!"

No answers, just the eerie sound of silence. It's quiet... Very quiet... The clocks around me can no longer tell time, but they're still correct twice a day, right? No, the sun has left us, and the blood-soaked moon has its eyes fixated upon me. Did the movie reel run out of film? No, someone tampered with it, and like a poor broadcast signal, the world became glitched and completely frozen, yet I can still move. It's cold... It's dark... A world without the healing love from the [REDACTED] cannot bear any fruit, it cannot sustain life. The [REDACTED] betrayed their natural roles when the [CONFIDENTIAL] gave them authority over the world, forcing us to hide from the onsla...

"Dude, what the fuck are you smoking? That has absolutely nothing to do with Will Smith and I Am Legend!" Suddenly, the world just bings back to normal, and here I am, standing in my bedroom while the [REDACTED] is laying there on my bed, looking at me in confusion. "Don't you remember what I told you at the beginning of this conversation? Will Smith's gone, so I self-inserted as a big fat southwest voodoo ninja wizard psycho freak ghost who's name is Dicanous!" The [REDACTED] snickered and said "I love you Dicanous, you're so silly!"