I dreamed we got barricaded inside our factory because of some freak accident that happened in the village. Looking outside we see the smoke and fire rising up to the sky.

All around the factory there were people in robes and masks parading around, as it was some sort of halloween celebration or some sort of religious passage. I din't understand, where they also fleeing from the fire? Why were they here.

Days passed and the fire never stopped, in fact it seemed to have spread all across the land. my mother and neighbors were now there at the factory with us, I don't know how they got past the wall of fire but they did. My only contact with the outside world was this very close friend of mine on discord. I never told him what was going on.

The days at the factory turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and eventually I lost count.

What did we eat? We didn't, in fact we didn't even sleep, the whole thing was a like a really long day.

Over the years my friend would share with me what was going on on the outside world and his life. His graduation from animation uni, his trips and he staying at a chateu, the production of war giant war robots, ver similar to Liberty Prime from Fallout, he winning a an important animation award and the trouble he had with some rich prick who for some reason kept fucking with him financially.

I wanted to be happy for my friend but everything hurt so much and I was so psychologically worn out from all the evil shit I've seen that my attempts came out half hearted.

It was not only the landscape, people had also changed for the worse, and when that rich prick who was harassing my friend eventually ended up at the factory too, well... I couldn't resist.

First I broke his legs, then his neck and as I starte to drag him across the factory into the lake of fire, he started to panick as he realized bribing me wouldn't save him.

The year was now 2060 or something and my friend stopped replying to my messages, I figured he expired.

And the fire kept burning and trillions of years later I forgot about my old life. People called me Vasco but I could barely remember if that was my name or not.

Eventually I got another message. It was from my friend, he told me he draw something and for me to look out of the window.

There it was, drawn in the stars like a constellation, our two fursonas.

Was I glad he was't there to see this. I think I started to cry but instead of tears, I cried acid. I could feel the blood and flesh coming down my face, its just by that time, pain just felt as natural as breathing