My three roommates are not human

During the few seconds I waited, my heart was pounding.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when I was sure no one would answer, that I stretched out my stiff body.

That's right, what am I thinking, it's night, it's time for a hiatus.Who would secretly open the curtain at night to see if the dolls in the doll show are moving around secretly?

......correct.

baby.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Am I a doll too?

What doll would I be?

Will I become scary like abc when I fall asleep?

I suddenly realized that the abc form that I thought was terrifying at night might also appear on me after I was asleep.

It's just that I don't know it myself.

I went to my desk and took a knife.

I didn't have any hesitation, I really wanted to know what I was.

I slapped my arm hard and closed my eyes.

I was really terrified of seeing cotton wool gushing out of my arms, or my own body suddenly suffocating in it, or suddenly shattering into pieces.

This means that I will never have a chance to get out of this room again in my life, and I am really just a doll who has a consciousness of its own by accident.

Am I really not human?

I opened my eyes tremblingly, the first time I saw red so excited.

It's blood, it's red blood! ! ! ! ! !I am human! ! ! ! !I am really alone! ! ! ! !I am not a doll! ! ! ! ! ! !I still have a chance! ! ! ! !I still have a chance to return to the real world! ! ! ! ! !

but......

The sudden idea of ​​returning to the real world stunned me.

I am human, but—who am I?

A "person" always has an identity, even if he is an orphan or a vagrant, his "vagrant" status is also a kind of social certification.

But what about me?

I tried my best to think back, but found a terrible thing, even if I realized that my previous world view was wrong, even if I remembered the correct human world view, I still couldn't remember the things that happened a hundred days ago .

...It was as if a hundred days ago, someone suddenly said "start shooting" to me, and then my life began to play out.

It's so strange to have a fragmented memory when you have a complete understanding of the world (even if it's wrong).When I realized that my worldview was wrong, I never thought about it at this level.When I thought of "I'm very timid, I used to have to be accompanied by others when I went to the secret room", I never realized that this might be the "personality" given to me by this world, and I never realized that this memory is very flat. Because I can't think of a specific event where I went to the Chamber of Secrets, and the person who went to the Chamber of Secrets with me.

All my concrete and vivid memories all began in this dormitory, on the day when the fog started.

That is to say, in the beginning, it was impossible for me to go out of the dormitory to go to school. It is very likely that in this doll drama, the scenes outside the dormitory were not built at all, and all the scenes were limited to this dormitory.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable, and then I realized that in the past hundred days, I had been ruthlessly played by a pair of invisible hands.It changed my world view and memory at will, making me think I was trying to survive, but I couldn't find its palm no matter how hard I looked.

.....wait, change?

Must be a change?

I suddenly realized, just like I thought a was a human skin doll at first, even if I have flesh and blood, how can I be sure that I must be a human being, not a doll made of human flesh?

My memory is instilled, and my world view is fabricated by others. No matter how you look at it, it is like a doll that can be played with.

My heart is half cold.

Also, why do I think my current world view of "no need to eat, no need to recharge" is wrong, while the world view of "people need to eat" is correct?What if the truth is that people don’t need to eat, and the “people need to eat” that popped up in my mind is the wrong idea forced in by others?

I felt cold sweat running down my back.

This is the worst.Because I found myself unable to confirm "what is right and what is wrong" at all.

What if the world is a doll world, and human beings are the imagination in my head?

I bent my knees, hugged myself in despair, and fell asleep on A's bed without knowing it.

"You, what are you doing on my bed?" When she opened her eyes, A's slightly flushed face came into view.

I was taken aback.

There is no resetting, even if I fell asleep, I didn't go back to my own bed, but just slept on A's bed all the time.

I was so excited that a carp sat up straight.

That means, the person who had the remote control over my words and deeds is gone!

The person who can press the switch button is gone! !

In this way, my degree of freedom immediately increased by a margin.I can stay where I want to stay and do what I want to do like a real person in a real world.I almost shed tears.

I try to test them out.

"A. Do you think your name..." I stretched out my paw cautiously.

"Ah? Well! I like it very much!" A replied confidently, "Why, you don't like my name, do you?"

I shake my head.There is a trace of sadness in my heart.

If... If they can't realize that their names are very weird, then there is a high possibility that they are just a few dolls.

Just like their true colors revealed at night, just a few broken dolls.Although it looks like a real person with teeth and claws during the day, it is only because of the daytime spell in the dollhouse-the doll show is staged during the day.

Until now, even though I have no evidence, I still think I am a real human being, and I don't know why I was put here.If they're not human...will I ever see them again?

I imagined in my mind the scene after I went out, a human who was tall for a doll, facing several broken dolls, silent for a long time.

It's like a dream of yellow beams.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" B leaned over and slapped me in front of me, "The soul is gone."

I frowned.

But... But no matter what, they seem to be no different from humans now.

Each has its own character, behavior, and maybe even... sex.

If dolls can do these things, what is the difference between dolls and humans except that they have no flesh and blood?

Can I escape here with them?

What will become of them when they go out?Will it be revealed, or will it be transformed into a human?

What about myself?

There are so many possibilities after I get out that I can't even count them.Abc and I will remember our human names and become human again, or will we lose all consciousness the moment we step out of the door, like Cinderella without a glass slipper, forever becoming an unconscious doll.

In other words, after going out, I found that the whole world is actually the world of dolls-the concept of "human being" does not exist at all.