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Reverse World: fragment's of the past

it might be a dream or an event from the fragments of my past life, I dream of different events and places unknown to the modern era or the past. A place which would be forgotten as soon as I am awake it's like pieces of puzzle come together to form an event to remind me of the unknown. unknown yet known. there but not there. everywhere but nowhere.

darklord9999 · Terror
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All that he could see was pitch darkness darker than Vantablack, he couldn't feel any of his other senses at all.

He thought to himself, 'Am I alive or dead? What was that?' It felt completely rushed for some reason— all that lunacy, hysteria, and madness. Why would that even happen? He thought of many things, but it all felt so strange to him, as if it had happened before, like he was in that situation, and it was the reverse of all this.

In the pitch darkness slowly a dot started to form,it expanded slowly who know how long it took to expand the size of a tv but our mc couldn't feel any flow of time or feel bored he didn't even start his boring monologue only starring at the weird dot that turned as if it had special powers or something.

As to not disappoint the mc it started to glow a weird metalic golden and silver colours, started to play few glichy scenes from it which were blurry but slowly the resolution started to increase and the tv was split into two halfs,

One side he saw today's event and the other which he saw shocked him.

'What the hell is this s##t.'he thought while looking at it he thought this all was a dream and tried to pitch himself but alas he couldn't.

But had seriously started to focus on the second video which was same as the first one but their was no fatty all that was not the point to be surprised but the part were he was surprised was that there were two of him in the bus one sitting in fattys place all brusid and bandaged with a fearful expression plastered on his face and all the bully's beside him laughing heartlessly, while the other him was sitting relaxed while drinking a canned juice with an intrigued look on his face which was slowly starts to turn into a creepy grin and blood slowly started to leek from both of their faces.

While looking at this from the screen he started to feel nauseous as the blood of silver colour and started to leek from the tv and all he could do was to wait as he couldn't even move, the liquid slowly started to flow towards his legs absorbing then ad then started moving upwards to cover his whole body and in the tv the other two versions of him started to shout

"Why are you happyyyy?you aren't allowed to ever be happy, you know everything, why are you fking burrying the past as if it is noting, you who can't tell the difference between reality,illusion of a lucid dream, a broken piece of the past ."

While all the bully's in the bus started to turn into blood pools while screaming.

As the it was completed absorbing him other tow versions of him looked into each others eyes and smiled as they could see many more different versions of mc through their eyes with different expressions in their faces which was difficult to express in words.

"Hey you bi## you can stop it here it's irritating for now get lost from here."I said to this creepy narrative voice.

" How can you even listen to what I say? This wasn't part of the contract I received," he murmured to himself while gazing at the white-haired version of MC, who bore an uncanny resemblance to a shadowy figure from the past.

'Shing,' an invincible energy, surged forth and lashed out at the unknown voice.

"This isn't a place a being like you can enter. Leave now or face the consequences," I declared, on the brink of disintegrating the enigmatic #####.

"Ok," said the voice as he departed into the mysterious unknown.

"Did he leave?" the brown-haired MC inquired of the white.

"Yes," I replied to the brown guy.

"Why didn't you eliminate him?" the brown guy pressed the white for answers.

To which the white simply shrugged and cryptically uttered, "Too much trouble, and we have to be one again. We are all pretty much the######№#@@##."

I fixated on the golden liquid, observing as it trembled with an elusive energy. Too lethargic to delve deeper, I succumbed to slumber, confident that everything would unfold in my favor, and I would orchestrate its occurrence with an air of mystery