This didn't make any sense... none of it did...

What did pama... a character from a video game have to do with this? It's just a game... pama is not real... than... how did my sister... get chipped?... it's not like it was real...

But then I realized something. Bree was working on the replicas last night... but... how did it end up on her head?

I found it unlikely that bree was playing a sick joke on me as it's highly unlike her to do this type of stuff... especially if it worries everyone else...

Dure, she was a prankster but her pranks were always harmless. She never really was a fan of the overboard ones today and always stuck with the classic ones like doing prank calls and pouring iced marbles onto my bed as payback for throwing a water balloon in her face at two in the morning.

Like I said... her pranks were always harmless...

So why would she do this?

"Bro..." a sudden knock at the bathroom door startled me. "Bro... are you okay?"

I slowly opened the door and met bree's soft brown eyes that were no longer tinted red as tears stained her cheeks. "I should be asking the same question..." I replied calmly, and bree frowned, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry if I scared you..." she sobbed. "It's okay... it's not your fault..." I pulled away slightly and rested my hands on her shoulders, locking eye contact. "It's don't know who or what ever did this to you... and I don't even know if this... 'person' is still in town, but I promise  I will figure this out" I told her. Bree smiled and continued hugging me, in which I gladly returned.

After a few minutes of this, we pulled away, feeling tired. "Wait..." Bree grabbed my wrist. "Can you sleep with me... I don't feel safe..." she admitted. "Sure..." With that... we made our way into the living room where Andrew was found, sleeping by the front door... he apparently decided it would be best to guard in case something like that night happened again.

of course he has fallen asleep on his job...

Bree then plopped down on the couch and was practically cuddling with a spare pillow. I smirked, grabbing my own blanket and pillow and layed down on another couch.

It took a while of tossing and turning before I eventually drifted off into sleep. But with only one question on my mind

Is pama... real?

I'm not sure what to say about this chapter and I might rewrite it, but I'm not sure