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I think I've gotten myself into a bit of a dilemma. You see, I had been wandering about, trying to force my feet to go in the correct direction on the path to their prison, when I had suddenly remembered errands. You know, mundane tasks nobody wants to do so they force them in others? Simply speaking, my mother, the confusing thing, had given me the task to buy eggs.

Now, everything was going fine. Until I arrived, that was. How does one enter a shop? A shop with unimportant, desolate decorations that reflect the owner's delusional lifestyle? If you go in, there's the risk that a human greets you. Greetings, polite foolishness noone asked for. Normally, one would enter the store, grab overpriced bags of death of their choosing before paying that abnormal sum and leaving once again. However, for me, it was difficult. What if I lose my way? What do I say when buying something? Oh, wait-, too many what-ifs. Go on, Lila.

Entering the empty square of cold, metal shelving and tiles that make you want to vomit, I searched and searched for eggs. They weren't hard to find, but there were multiple eggs. Were there different kinds? Mother hadn't specified which to get. The shriveled, unhappy balls of fluid animals? The hard, unsavory pieces of a broken tire? Or the ones that tasted like poison? Decisions were too hard. How would I possibly decide between horrendous options? A selection at random was to be made, I decided, closing my eyes and spinning my finger in the air, only to open my eyes to the rotting, venomous eggs. Wonderful.

So, what was my dilemma from before, you might ask? Well, standing before me behind the counter was a bear-like beast, ghastly eyes and inhumane skin, gray and lifeless as it moved and wriggled. Dry lips that opened and closed, watching me. Pressure. Pressure. Pressure. What do I do? I simply wanted to buy the eggs. A reeling mind, thinking, thinking too much. Did he want my eyes? Perhaps a liver? Or maybe just my life?

Oh. I remember now. He just wanted money.

Practically throwing the fragile slips at him, I grabbed the eggs and made it outside. Thankfully, I survived. Now, making my way back onto the drab, ghostly streets, I was on my way to school. Again. The sickly, wan organisms that crushed and trampled to their impending doom ogled at their objects of electronic depression looked just the same as the day before and the day before that.

But, to be honest, I was probably just another one of them.