The Archivist is dying.
The eyes are closing, and the world is finally less Known.
Before the Archivist dies, it feels.
A grief. A grief is tearing at it's body, so unlike the calm settling grief that numbs you and buries itself deep into your bones. No, this grief is like an ocean during a storm, waves crashing and slamming, body shaking with the tide.
This grief, this fear, is what it feeds on, is what fuels it. But today it is it's undoing.
The Archivist isn't human. It hasn't been for quite some time. But today, today of all days, it's starting to wish it was. It is starting to remember a time without the constant fear and the terror. To remember when it didn't know of all that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and leads and dies.
As the Archivist dies, it remembers.
And Jonathan Sims wakes.
YOU ARE READING
Try it Again, Breathing's Just a Rhythm
HorrorThe Archivist dies. And the world rewrites itself. - The Magnus Archives Fanfiction- (Aka, we get the office comedy that we all wanted, with a bit of time travel flair thrown in the mix as well)
