As you stare on surprised, you are told; everything you've been told is a lie.
"No, these lies you that have manifested in your mind were not fed to you or planted
They are fictions you yourself have fabricated in the subconscious recesses of your thoughts. Perhaps from selfish wishing or perhaps from wishful thinking these beliefs have sprouted by your own self will. No form of coercive persuasion would make you believe anything you don't want to believe. Do not pin this on anyone else. All of this lies on your shoulders." The slender man scrutinizes your limp body with his sunken in eyes. You take note that they are an animated shape and a dramatic azure tone. Those eyes stare soullessly as the rest of the face smiles, causing an emotion eerily similar to nervousness...
"This," He holds up a small chip, "Won't change you much. It will alter you, much like recent experiments. However,