What's...Wrong?

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I...

I don't know what's wrong. This isn't right. This... why is..... I can't....

It's working. The machine. It just, started. It's on. I can leave. I can be free. But....

I can't move. I can't move to the machine. I don't know if I want to.

I hate it.

I hate it so much down here. But is it really better out there? With other monsters. When was the last time I talked to another monster. Years. It's been so many years. When was the last time I even used me voice. I didn't need to. No one could hear me anyway.

I'm so lonely. But being lonely has become so familiar. I don't want it to change.

It can't change. I just got used to this change. It can't change again. What if the portal doesn't even work? What if it leads to the void? What if...

What if nothing changes?

What if everything goes back to the way it was?

What if I get hurt again?





Not again.

I can't take it again.


But I can't take this. This fucking place. All the memories. All the dust. The same thing over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. And again.

And


Again.

Just like it used to be

Over and over
And over again.

Alright. Get over yourself. Look at this logically. There's no food here, the ungrounded is falling apart because theres no monster left. My only choice of survival is through that

God

Damn

MACHINE!

He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. Steadying his shackle legs. As he took one final breath of air he straightened his posture, opened his eyes and stepped into the machine. From the inside he put in coordinates for what should be another universe and waited for the machine to send him away.

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