#(ooc: that's what most of her texts past the save she accidental loaded look like- save for Ramona's which also looks like they've been run

[piningpercussionist]

*a DING is heard on Kims phone* Stephen: Kim I heard what happened are you alright?

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Kim's eyes shoot open as she jolts up from her bed in a cold sweat, hand flying to her mouth just in time to muffle a scream. She pants wildly for a moment, curled in on herself as her pulse pounds in her ears and her vision swims.

Eventually, her pulse slows just slightly, leaving her just a little dizzy as her vision begins to clear.

(What... just happened to me?) She wondered, moving her hand from her mouth to her chest. (... When did I go to sleep?)

She frowns in confusion, looking around the room. Without a window, she'll need to check her phone to tell the time, but things look... well, the same, but different? She didn't quite remember most of these things being placed the way they were... or this room looking quite as lived in. The dissonance is begining to make her uncomfortable, heart rate picking up once again; she tries to take a deep breath as she feels around for her phone.

Thankfully, it's resting on the bed beside her, helpfully announcing itself with a buzz. (Well, that's fortunate,) she thinks idly, flipping it open with a practiced flick of her wrist.

She blinds herself with the brightness of the sceen for a moment, reeling back; blinking out the spots, she rubs at her eyes with her other hand as she settles back into the pillows.

(What's got me taking a nap or something at... oh, it's kind of late, actually. Assuming... do I have an early shift tomorrow or something...?)

She frowns, confused- until her eyes land on the date, and she shoots back up again, one hand flying up to her hair to pull at it.

(IT'S FEBRUARY?! Did someone- did someone mess with my phone?! What the hell-)

She quickly navigates to her messages, checking her new one first. She looks it over with intense scrutiny, trying as hard as she can to figure out what happened.

(What the hell is he talking about? What do I-)

Kim taps her index finger against the side of her phone for a long while, biting her lip. She feels nauseous; something seems very, very wrong here.

I don't know what you're talking about, so I don't know?

I feel like that's not a good sign.

I just woke up; did I go on a bender or something?

After she sends the messages, and stops herself from sending any more, she backs out of their texts to check her others.

They're fairly dead, for the most part, usually; large gaps of time between them, save for her texts with Scott, Ramona, and Hollie, typically. But trying to check them, she frowns, finding a rather curious irregularity. While her texts with Hollie seemed fine, for the most part, a couple were garbled- and when she looked at her conversations with Scott, they seemed to have stagnated for a time, and then also became filled with similar, uncomprehensible symbols and spam. Worst yet was her messages with Ramona- strings of broken text climbing up the screen and blotting out the whole of it, nearly. Something in her chest twinged at that, though she wasn't entirely sure why...

(How did this even... what...)

The only "recent" message Kim can find that sparks a similar feeling is one from Julie- a reminder about a party. Curiously, the message IS partly garbled- notably, where it would be telling her what the party is for- but the date remains visible.

(New Years... has passed....?)

She sets her phone down, putting her hands over her face as she lets her thoughts swirl around. She tries desperately to get herself to remember.

(What the fuck is wrong with me? What happened? Why can't I REMEMBER?!)