Leaning back in the chair, Jennifer's vision blurred and distorted, her senses growing numb. She felt as her very consciousness was being ripped away. The tool to fix it sitting two feet in front of her.
And yet, she did nothing. Except, no, she did do one thing. She smiled to herself. "S-So... my fears were correct..." She flinched at the voice, unfamiliar, yet all too familiar at the same time. Then, she chuckled a bit. "A-At least... at least I won't be lying to them..."
Closing her eyes, she was... not as scared as she was moments prior. She was peaceful, even. And she felt like she'd done the right thing. The feeling of the chair beneath her faded away, and so too did the short-lived feeling of wearing Jeff's clothes. She was left with nothingness.
...and yet, she still existed. It was dark, and she was alone, unable to feel anything at all. "...What..?" She quietly thought to herself. "Oh... I'm... not gone yet?" A momentary pause. "Is... this what I get? Continuing to exist, just... not?" She quietly laughed to herself. "Well, as long as the others are happy... I'm fine with this."
She felt as her consciousness was pieced back together, her memories coming back to her. Memories of a life she never truly lived... She didn't really want to think about that past, though it was the only thing she had. The only thing to keep her company, as she floats in some sort of limbo.
...Was she floating, actually? She wasn't sure where she was. She didn't even know if she existed enough to float anymore. And, she didn't know if it mattered, really. Because whether she was floating or not, it wouldn't change-
The feeling of her butt hitting the floor pierced through those thoughts. "...Huh?" She attempted to shake her head, and was surprised to feel her hair brush against her back. "What's going..."
Cautiously, she attempted to open her eyes. While disoriented, she was shocked to see she was back in the office, where she'd made her sacrifice in the first place. But what shocked her even more was a noticeable difference in the room.
Standing in front of her, back turned, was what looked like a teenaged boy. She didn't recognize him, and yet... She knew who he was anyway. Attempting to speak, she groaned out, "Wh... J-Jeff..!?"