//WARNING, DARK LORE, 13+\\ (st pls dont ban me) (scroll) Their apartment was different. They had glassware. Joey was worried, but I insisted I would be fine. I had been passing out more lately. But that was fine. They're just dreams. I don't remember, it's just dreams. What would there be to remember, I forgot, I must have forgotten, I keep doing that, what's wrong, why is Joey crying, what happened, did I do something wrong? Have I forgotten something? My hand slips, and I fall a bit, glass digging into my palm. I said I'd be fine. "Moosifer, I, I'm, I'm so sorry, I didn't-" My cheeks are wet. What does this feel like? "I'm sorry." The words are watery, and I look at the tiled floor. I should probably get up. Why is Joey crying. I guess I've done something wrong. I must have forgotten. I keep doing that. Why is Joey crying. It's my fault. It's always my fault. Why is Joey crying. I don't remember. Where am I? This doesn't look like the rooms I remember. Where is he. Is he okay? Why is mum crying? Why isn't dad home? Has something happened? It's probably my fault, I've just forgotten. I keep forgetting. A hand grabs my wrist and I look up. A girl. Black, slightly curly hair. Cut short. She's crying. Why is she crying? What have I done? I must've forgotten. "Moss?" "I-I-, I did, I'm sorry, I-" "Moss!" Who is Moss? I must have forgotten. Why is she crying?
(for a bit of context, moosifer has amnesia and Crystallaphobia, fear of broken glass. It takes her back to her childhood, and uhh. Her dad was kinda mean.) (by kinda i man REALLY mean. Like throwing glass bottles at her.) (hence..) https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1257657888/ lore ref project AMNEISIA WAS HER NAMEE SHE HAD BEUTIFUL-
