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Ranboo’s POV
They confronted me today. They confronted me about being a traitor. I’m not a traitor though. I pick people. I don’t pick sides. I pick people. Why do people pick sides? Why can’t they pick people? I started yelling and telling them this. They didn’t listen. I could feel it coming. They kept staring at me. I felt threatened. I could feel my jaw unhinging. I could feel the purple particles coming out from me. I could feel my eyes change. I had to do something, and quick. They can’t know. They can’t know. What if they know? Did they find out and I can’t remember? Did I add it to my book? Is it in my book? Did it happen? Was it deleted from the book? They can’t know why when I see purple I get scared. They can’t know why when I hear endermen I’m scared of who it’s coming from. Is it me? Why my jaw looks weird. Why I can’t go much longer without going to the end. I need to go. I stop and stare at every enderman I see. But I can’t in front of others. I can’t because they can’t know that endermen don’t get mad at me. They can’t know why either. They can’t know that I talk to them. They can’t know any of this. So when they stare at me. When they yell at me and I feel it coming, I don’t know what to do. It gets the worst and I blackout. But it’s purple. It’s purple but as a blackout. It’s my “other state”. They can’t know this stuff. They can’t know the purple, the eye contact, the bond, the jaw. They can’t know why the water burns.