Faces

The faces I have seen.

Who are they?

All around, I see ROBLOX avatars. Am I alive? Is this real? These faces look unfamiliar. It is all real. Are they my friends? Or, am I decived?

Something feels wrong. This is my real life. I have a job. A wife. I had a son.

Until.

He disappeared.

Police have found his body in a lake about a week later. I feel watched. All those faces.

They watch me.

They will stalk me.

I stopped playing ROBLOX.

But, now, I think it is real.

Is this real?

Or, is it a dream?

Something feels odd.

The faces, they look deformed.

Almost uncanny.

With those inhuman expressions.

My friends are blocky.

I may turn into one of them.

I try to escape.

But, I cannot.

Death follows me.

I wish I was somewhere else.

Somewhere far away.

Somewhere unlike this dreaded place.

This hell I live in.

I was not supposed to live like this.

I cannot.

I cannot take it.

I cannot do this.

My life is on the line.

I pray to God.

Someone end my suffering, please, do it to free my soul.