"Be afraid... Be very afraid.” — The Fly (1986)
Reality had changed, I could tell. Things just looked different. The trees had disappeared, birds and squirrels were nowhere to be seen. The sky was an odd shade of purple and all the buildings had halos.
"How the hell am I breathing?"
The truth was I wasn't. I was trapped in my son's crayon drawing. It had come to life. I could hear the Allasaurus coming for me.
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