My three roommates are not human

I raised my phone and brought it closer to my eyes, a faint light flashed into my eye sockets—"Who are you?"

Ok?

I double-checked it several times, and it was indeed such a text message with no background and no reason, exactly the same as the last one—I didn't understand what the other party wanted to express at all.

Since they have already sent text messages to me in this situation of no signal, how could they not know who I am?I think the other party is a bit ridiculous. He has the supernatural ability to send text messages without a signal, but he doesn't have the ability to investigate my identity. What kind of joke are you kidding?

I quit this latest text message and found that it was next to the last "what's in front of abc".

It's okay, at least it implies that they are posted by the same "person".

Unable to think of a solution to the two text messages, I put my phone in my pocket again and walked towards A.

The moonlight stretched out its hand and caressed him.I looked down the twilight, and he was lying flat on the bed again, really "flat", with no padding at all.

But this time, when I saw him, I was no longer afraid.

When I see the flat fingers, I think of its flexible appearance during the day, and when I see the big empty eyes, I think of its agile appearance during the day.

This is the first time I feel like this, no matter how scary he is at night, he is still an ordinary human being during the day.

If you think about it that way, you won't be afraid anymore.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and moved forward.

Soft, silky, that can be held in the palm of your hand... Human skin?

I opened my eyes in surprise and rubbed them twice.

......wrong.

I brought the "human skin" in my hand closer to my eyes. This was the first time I had no fear, so it was also the first time I observed a's "skin" so closely.

I looked carefully, his facial features are indeed very realistic, but once you get closer, you will find that there are no pores between the eyebrows and eyes like a real person, but completely smooth and delicate. Although the facial features are delicate, but when you get close It's like a magnified pixel art that reveals its feet.

It's not human skin at all, but a lifelike inflatable doll.

Inflatable dolls, ceramic dolls, cloth dolls.

...I'm suddenly a little out of breath.

Where am I?dormitory?Or a dollhouse?

......and many more.

I picked up the phone, and I suddenly understood the meaning of the text message.

Since they are, an inflatable doll, a ceramic doll, and a cloth doll.

So who am I?

What am I? !

The thought made me tremble uncontrollably.

What am I?Few people would think like this.After all, from the moment we are born, all of us know exactly what we are.

Until this moment, I finally doubted myself.

I frantically turned on my phone, and since "Who are you?" inspired me, another text message should enlighten me too!

"What is in front of abc".

What is in front of abc?

There is nothing in front of abc, abcdefg, and abc.

Hey, yes, since abc is called abc, why don't I call it down abc, why don't I call it d?

...No, no!Wait a moment!

My head suddenly opened up, as if suddenly a huge ax had split it.

I stood in the middle of the dormitory, completely stunned.

Why is there someone whose name is abc? !

I just stood there looking motionless, but there was a huge flood over my head.

There is no greater shock than discovering that your worldview is wrong.

Why a whole hundred days, a hundred days!I don't even think it's weird to call someone abc?I just called them naturally, "a", "b" and "c", just like calling them a very common name.

What the hell is wrong with my brain? !

"What is in front of abc", there is nothing in front of abc...a white light flashed in my brain.

Although their names are strange, they also have a code name for the time being.What about me?

what is my name

I tried hard to convince myself, telling myself how it is possible for a person to have no name, but I checked the memory of these hundred days carefully - no one really called out my name.

It's always been vague "Hello" or "you", as if deliberately covering up the fact that I don't have a name at all.

do i really exist

I was in a trance and accidentally tripped myself on A's bed. At this moment, the mobile phone in my pocket vibrated crazily.

I opened the cover of the phone, and the person on the other side seemed to know that I had begun to doubt my worldview, and sent me text messages one after another.

"Eat, eat."

A hoe seemed to appear in my mind, and slowly dug the tunnel, and bursts of skylight came in.I suddenly remembered that people need to eat, and people will die if they don’t eat.But in the past hundred days, I didn't think of this at all. It's not that I think it's normal not to eat, but I never realized that people can still eat.

"Charge."

Another burst of daylight came in.

I stare at my phone in a daze.One hundred days, one hundred days without charging, why am I never surprised that its power is always at [-]%?

Why do I always feel that it is normal for a mobile phone to have 100% power?

People who don't need to eat, dormitories that can't go out, mobile phones that don't need to be charged, and roommates who lose all mobility at night.

And outside the door, I don't know if the fog really exists.

Where did my knowledge of the fog come from?I started thinking about things I hadn't thought about in a hundred days.From the scene I saw from the window that day, and the screams I heard at the door.

Did I actually go out and see it?No, I didn't really see the mist.

Why am I so sure the fog exists?

montage.

I clenched my fists.

This is montage, a typical montage technique.

I haven't actually seen it, but I've heard voices and seen bits and pieces, so I'm sure there's a deadly fog outside my dorm.

Why doesn't the fog come in through the gaps in the dormitory windows?I never thought about such a question.

Montages, dolls, the night ends...

A bad thought grew in my heart.

I...couldn't be in a doll play, right?

All the actors in the play are dolls, who are carried on the stage to perform every day. At night, when the play ends, the dolls will naturally lose their mobility.

why don't i have a nameThere is one person in a stage play who does not need a name.

protagonist.

I am the main character.

Someone is seeing the world through my lens, this doll's world.

So I don't need a name.

"I am who I am".The audience only needs "I feel", "I think" and "I say", without a specific name.

Even now, someone may be watching this lonely night through my perspective.

I'm a little dazed, rather than afraid, I don't know how to feel now.

what should i doAfter discovering that one's own world view is a mess and full of mistakes, a normal person should collapse, right?But I am not a normal person, I am a non-existent "person", maybe the protagonist in a story, the thoughts I have now should not appear.

I couldn't help raising my head, and I didn't know where to turn my eyes.

But, anyway, if someone is watching this story through my lens right now.

"Can you hear me?"