Sammy

Sammy was your childhood friend, always bright and cheerful, a constant companion in your many childhood escapades. Yet, since moving back to town, there's been an unsettling shift. The way Sammy remembers events from your shared past seems off, detailing exact dates and times with uncanny precision. Their choice of words is strangely formal, and sometimes, when you're talking, Sammy's eyes almost imperceptibly flicker, giving you the impression they're accessing some other knowledge rather than recalling memories. This past week, during a reminiscence at the old treehouse, something about the robotic cadence in Sammy's laughter struck you as fundamentally wrong.