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The locationpill is blackpill. It has a red circle around it, but no other information to be found on the label. The pill is small and oval shaped in shape, which makes sense considering what kind of pill it is. He’s had plenty of people tell him that their pill is the smallest type of pill they have ever seen.
But this isn’t his first time being presented with a pill with such a classification. This particular one is blackpill, because that’s what it looks like inside. There are two holes in the center where there should be a hole. Instead, he gets to see the interior of the Pill, and he sees... nothing. Just two circles, with some text on them.
There’s not much more than that. Nothing about how it works or why it’s here.
But there’s something else inside. Something about how it feels. He can feel it moving beneath his skin. It’s hard to describe exactly what it feels like, but it feels like something he hasn’t felt before. It’s soft against his finger pads, like feathers or maybe even like fur.
He holds out his hand, and watches the pill slide out of the Pill. It lands neatly in his palm. His eyes widen a little, and he stares at it for a moment, trying to figure out how to react. Then he carefully puts it back into its original place.
It doesn’t move at all. It stays perfectly still in his hand, and he wonders if he’ll get a second chance.
But this isn’t his first time being presented with a pill with such a classification. This particular one is blackpill, because that’s what it looks like inside. There are two holes in the center where there should be a hole. Instead, he gets to see the interior of the Pill, and he sees... nothing. Just two circles, with some text on them.
There’s not much more than that. Nothing about how it works or why it’s here.
But there’s something else inside. Something about how it feels. He can feel it moving beneath his skin. It’s hard to describe exactly what it feels like, but it feels like something he hasn’t felt before. It’s soft against his finger pads, like feathers or maybe even like fur.
He holds out his hand, and watches the pill slide out of the Pill. It lands neatly in his palm. His eyes widen a little, and he stares at it for a moment, trying to figure out how to react. Then he carefully puts it back into its original place.
It doesn’t move at all. It stays perfectly still in his hand, and he wonders if he’ll get a second chance.
