#idk like just goofy writing for fun idk like silly low effort idk doodle but writing

[hypotheticallyimmortal]

So idk what this is really, just like the other day I had the thought of like a character that died and like continued to be conscious despite it and was like "Oh. I appear to be dead." Like I thought it'd be kinda funny conceptually just as a fun goofy thing to like think about.

And anyway, these are just like idk (what's like the writing equivalent of a doodle? like is there a word for that? idk), but yeah so just kinda having fun with writing kinda like an interior monologue-ish stream of consciousness almost kind of thing

Well theres two of them (no connection between the two just different ideas), and anyway I thought they were kinda fun so I thought I'd share them here lmao

anyway this was just for fun and intentionally are a bit silly so yeah idk, I hope it's vaguely amusing for you at least

like to note there's just a small amount of horror vibes bc I like horror but nothing too dramatic, I think idk

This one has a more comedic tone

(well it's actually a bit longer but I'll just include the highlights)

Have you ever felt like the world is weighing you down? Compressing you until there's nothing left? Expectations and obligations pilled above you like a collapsing building? Or like you're deep underground? No light and only a false promise that you might be saved? Or like a mannequin or puppet, trying your best but really just knowing you're not cut out for it… Well, anyway, this isn't that. Like I get that, me too. All the time. But, I appear to literally be buried in a ditch that has been hastily covered with soil. At this current moment I mean. Like talk about a pathetic murder, right? Like if you're going to kill me… like… try harder to not get caught. Jesus Christ. I can only die once and you ruined it. Congratulations.

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Oh good, someone has found me, I'm getting dug up. I hope I'm not a bad looking corpse. Like if there's one good thing about dying at 25, at least I've got my beauty still… right? Right? I don't think my face was damaged? The knife in my chest is a bit of a downer, but… You know what they say… Live fast, die young, bad girls do it- wait no… Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse… Or something… I bet I'd make a hot frankenstein's monster. I feel like I should be questioning my sanity right now, but working on myself seems redundant at this point. Oh I see light. Sunlight, my beloved. Wait IS THAT A FUCKING DOG, DO NOT BITE ME. DO NOT. Oh thank- Oh, and there's the scream. So, I'm getting… not a pretty corpse? Or just shocked about the corpse thing? Either way… Depressing.

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Hey, dog walker! I can blink over here. Blin- oh no they were just twitching weren't they… I am so fucked. Like I don't even really care about the guy that killed me… But... Wait… This is a free vacation. Time for my unhinged corpse girl summer. Unhinged nonbinary corpse summer. Unhinged mind stuck inside a decaying body… forever… summer…

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I refuse to believe that I'll still be conscious after my body has been cremated. So it should be possible to get out of this place sooner. Yeah, so, this is just like trying to get out of bed in the morning. I don't wanna get out until I'm forced out by the alarm. But… I'm going to go mad stuck in here. Like, the being dead thing is already quite the blow… I don't think I'm going to cope well with the isolation… Like I'm already talking to myself… or you… haha… :) You seem cool haha, wanna like get out of he- I'm joking. Mostly. HEY ANYONE. I'M STUCK IN HERE. ANY PSYCHOPOMPS? AY YO GOD? We've not always been on the best of terms, but you still love me, right? Riiiiighhhhttt? Okay, yeah, I'm not calling to the other one. I have some standards at least. Ethel Cain was right. God doesn't love me enough to save me. Ruh roh raggy, can't magical thinking my way out of this one. Thanks therapy. All those BREATHING EXERCISES are doing wonders right now. You know, with my LUNGS.

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YOOOOOO SCORE! I AM A HOT CORPSE. Like shame I'm about to be cremated -which will ruin my face- but honestly, I prefer this to the alternative -my face slowly rotting- so… Has anyone ever told you that funeral homes are depressing? Like stop crying, just because I am better at dying than all of you… I really feel like this would be a good time for my delusions of grandeur to start acting out but like in reality, like when has a bit of chunnibyou ever hurt anyone… Sooo… I'm waiting… Reincarnation? Timeloop? Regression to the past? Isekai? Posthumous deification? God randomly talking to me? Yeah... no

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So there goes my hot body… FUCKKKKkkk I am so glad I don't have any functional nerves.

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Thinking about it, how was I able to see earlier? Wait, where am I? This is freaky as hell… I hope this isn't actually hell. Not any brimstone so… I'm probably fine… But… I am slightly concerned by the way the walls seem to be made of decaying meat.-

This one is just ever so slightly more macarbre

It's so quiet the silence seems to be choking out my thoughts. Everything, my body, is wrong, but, I don't seem to feel any pain. Strange. Am I still conscious? Why can't I see? And, why can't I breathe? Was that a wince, or a gasp? Maybe both? A spasm, a convulsion, or twitch perhaps? Is that a bell ringing? Suddenly? Why is it so dreadfully loud? Drowning. I'm drowning. Why can't I breathe I can't breathe Another convulsion. I force my lungs clear. A violent motion that sends a splatter of half-congealed blood up my throat. It's stuck part way, like a string of melted cheese. Is this how I'm going to die? Choking on my own blood? With ruptured lungs, and drowning in my own bodily fluids? Deep brea- A choke, and an uncomfortable dry swallow. It sends sticky granulated sludge down my oesophagus. A moment. A second. A minute. I'm not breathing. It seems, I appear to be dead. Already.