Story dump

Chapter 4

Kutho's Death Loop
(Original date: 6/3/22)

He swiftly sat up, the blankets that were covering him sliding down. His breathing was heavy, the sudden surge of pain he had felt moments prior slowly beginning to ebb away. He looked around, seeing his room around him once again. He sighed in relief, beginning to slow his breathing down to a normal pace. "Never.. do I want to be hit by a car.. ever again.." He mumbled, stretching once he had calmed down.

He got out of bed, dressing himself before going downstairs and into the kitchen. Before he began to take out a frying pan and some eggs, however, he heard the doorbell ring. He froze, remembering what had happened the last time he answered the door, as he had gotten stabbed in the stomach when he had. "Oh no, I am NOT answering that again." He muttered to himself, beginning to make scrambled eggs at a low temperature in order to avoid the fire he had caused previously. The doorbell rang several more times, soon stopping as Kutho ignored it.

He scraped the now scrambled eggs onto a plate once it was finished, heading to the living room and sitting on the couch. He turned on the TV, the same news report he had seen several times before playing as he slowly ate his eggs. His mind began to wander, the sound of the news slowly dying down.

What would happen if he died of a disease or old age? Would he relive his last moments again and again? Or would the curse lift and he'd finally be able to permanently die? He shook his head, attempting to tone out those thoughts. He needed to focus on surviving today, seeing as so much had happened already.

Sometimes his days would be uneventful, with nothing having any chance to kill him. Other times they'd be slightly worse, maybe 1 to 2 deaths in that day. On a very rare chance, however, days would be like today, with several deaths happening about every hour. He sighed, setting the plate of eggs down on the coffee table. He felt as though he were trapped in some sort of video game, respawning after every death.

He checked the time. It had already been an hour since the doorbell rang. A crash sounded from outside as he got up, stretching. "And there's the car.." He muttered. He was glad he avoided it this time, stepping outside. He checked his surroundings before looking at the car. "Better not get near it.." he said to himself. "Don't want to be caught beside it in case it bursts into flames-" As soon as he finished his sentence, the car became engulfed in flames.

He blinked, surprised his prediction was correct. 'Talk about comedic timing..' he thought to himself as he began to walk to the grocery store. He didn't own a car, nor did he ever want to ride in one ever again. The last time he did so, he got into an accident and bled out from glass shards in him, causing him to shudder as he remembered it. He slowly zoned off, mindlessly walking to the store as he remembered each and every death over the course of the past few days.

When he finally zoned back in, he was in the dairy section with a basket full of an assortment of foods. He stood still, attempting to wrack his brain for what had happened prior to him zoning back in. When he couldn't find the answer, he shook his head, reaching for the door handle. "EVERYONE FREEZE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!" He heard someone shout from the front of the store. He quickly became panicked, running to the freezer that usually stored all the alcoholic beverages. His breathing was heavy, even if he hadn't run all too far.

He headed to the room behind the shelves in the fridges, surprised at the door being unlocked. He shrugged, beginning to calm himself down. It didn't last however, as he soon heard gunshots within the store. He ducked down, laying on the floor to be as low as possible. He heard glass crack, seeing a bullet drop to the floor in front of him. He froze for a moment before crawling towards it, the gunshots drowning out the noise of anything in the freezer.