I ended up making my own monster under the bed, a long time ago. I don’t really know what I’d call her. It was like losing control, like watching someone else do things, while being…lucid? I had control. I could think and hear and feel, but somehow it was like…my morals shifted? Like somehow who I was got replaced with somebody else, while all the while my consciousness and memory stayed intact, which doesn’t line up with what I’ve heard about systems…I wonder what it was. It still happens, occasionally, with different names and faces.- 🐏