Okay, okay, I'm not my crazy sister, even if this is a sim I might as well treat it as real just in case, right? No, wait, that's what she said she was doing. And I told her to look for all the little hints that this is really a sim. Which I did. And they aren't there. Daydream isn't a really complicated program, it wouldn't have been able to hide them -- it usually can't even keep me under once I start to wonder whether or not I'm dreaming, for that matter.
So this must be real, and people are actually trying to kill me. I guess I can't say that I don't deserve it, but it's still... really annoying!
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Familiar, chapter 28
Previous stories in this universe are Space Otters:
and Glow Bugs: