•Note: the main character is called Sarah or Experiment 002•
Experiment 002 remained still and composed amidst the bustling laboratory, impervious to the murmurs and exchanges that swirled around her. The scientists, some exuding a sense of disdain while others betrayed glimmers of sympathy, carried on their conversations with hushed voices. They regarded her as an object of curiosity, a subject of their experimentation, stripped of her true identity.
In this surreal setting, Experiment 002 stood as an enigma, her gaze fixed upon the sterile walls that contained her existence. The derogatory remarks and dismissive gestures from the scientists washed over her, failing to breach the walls she had erected around her consciousness. She had grown accustomed to the disregard, drawing strength from within to defy their attempts at belittlement.
A scientist, filled with both pride and arrogance, led Experiment 002 toward a formidable machine—an invention that promised immortality but, in an unforeseen twist of fate, had instead become the catalyst for her temporal journey. As they positioned her on the apparatus, the air crackled with the anticipation of a monumental event about to unfold.
The world around Experiment 002 blurred into a whirlwind of light and sound, leaving her disoriented and perplexed. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a different time, inhabiting the body of her past self. Confusion gnawed at her as she struggled to reconcile the disconnect between her present consciousness and the familiar surroundings of her childhood.
As Experiment 002 awoke in her past body, her mother's voice called out, breaking through the haze of uncertainty. The sound of her own name, Sarah, echoed in her ears, a stark contrast to the dehumanizing label she had endured for so long. Her mind, once unified, now splintered into a symphony of thoughts and voices—a manifestation of her past self reverberating within her.
In that moment, the transition between Experiment 002 and Sarah unfolded—a convergence of timelines that defied comprehension. She grappled with the fragmented nature of her existence, grappling with the duality of her consciousness and the layers of her identity.
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The death of my time
FantasyHope you enjoy! First time trying to write a real story instead of a fanfic XD (put this under mature because idk for sure if this is ok so yah- probably just 12/13+ but still)
