Someone: how is acnh horror

Me:  You are on an island. Whether you had a life before this island or not is unclear, as you receive letters and gifts from someone called mom, and yet no one knows you, and you do not know them. You did not even know this world's form of currency, which seems a bad sign for whether you existed before now or not.

But whether you were or not before, it does not matter. You are on an island, and though you may see other islands on the horizon, you may never go to them. Though you may take a plane or a boat, they will only bring you to a handful of places, full of smiling faces, and yet as desolate as the island you came from. And they will inevitably bring you back to the island, usually by your own request as you explore these adjacent islands and eventually exhaust their interest, nothing more to do there and returning home in defeat. Though allowed to purchase tickets, your destinations will always send you back to where you started. You may never really leave.

On this island you suppose is now your home, you are surrounded by the smiling faces of several animal creatures who are nauseatingly friendly, and will like you no matter what you do. Jabs at you are in jest, gripes quickly forgotten, and no matter how much you'd like to talk to them, they seem to be cycling through several scripted conversations. There is nothing you can do to change this. Occasionally someone will ask to leave, wanting to see a world that you can't, but strangely ask your permission, as if you were in charge of them. You can ask them to stay and they will with a smile plastered on their face, or you can encourage them to go, but they will only be replaced by another villager with all the same conversation options. Same voices, different painted face.

You can catch fish, you can collect shells, you can shake trees, but they serve one purpose, to sell and give you more money, more money to buy more things. More things to decorate this island that you can't leave, like painting the walls of a prison cell. Except, there is no walls. There is sea, and islands as far as you can tell. But there is nothing out there that will be any different from what you have here. There is no point in leaving. Nothing here is real. Nothing you do matters. And no matter what you try, you cannot make a single thing change but the colors you paint your prison.

Horror.