THUD!
I feel my head pounding against the floor it just hit. I have no idea where I am. I'm wearing a dress made of blue shag carpeting. Underneath, I am wearing a green t-shirt and green pants. There is a gun in my pocket.
I look around, and I see an open closet, so I go in and take the carpeting off. The carpeting turns into a bracelet that wraps around my wrist, but it won't come off.
"I look around for a light" I say, realizing I said it aloud.
Something scratches my leg, so I pull the gun out and shoot. I here a body flop to the ground as I scramble for the lights, but the bracelet starts to light up, and I can see the body. It is definitely a dead body. The light gets too bright for my eyes to handle, so I look away.
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Parmesan Hooligan
Narrativa generaleA non-sequitur story about a time traveling time traveler that time travels in an amnesia inducing time machine. There will be death. maybe. probably not. I can't really remember. Get some popcorn, and set it aside, because tide pods are a option! E...
