.𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳.

On a drunken whim, Bailey entered a staring contest at her University's Fall Carnival. However, more than just bragging rights and an extra hundred in her pocket, she seems to have gained more than she bargained for when the world starts to look a little... off.

Where is that medicinal smell coming from, who is that voice in her head frantically ordering her to ignore it, and why in gods name can't she blink?

(This is a one-shot story that I wrote for my appearance in The Wattpader's Words by VJ Park. However, inspiration has struck and I may one day decide to continue it)