Krit's Islander Career

7: Surveillance

(TW: Drowning)

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Krit stared into the box.

He had a nightmare, The box was in it.

His body, His soul, His everything was split in half, The box showed up.

He had two panic attacks, The box was bought, And moved between worlds.

He died from a lightning, The box was in the back of his car.

And now it's here again, To what? Bring more disasters??

Logic? Was there really any logic to follow in the first place??

Krit rushed to the box and picked it up, Its two eyes stared into his, What used to feel soulless and lifeless now seemed as if it was mocking Krit for all his suffering.

Has he really gotten to the point of having a bone to pick with a box?

...

..Yes, He has.

Because nothing else could really represent the things that he'd gone through, It was since he'd seen this box in his dream, That everything started to go terribly wrong. From the bank account incident, The world split, All the way to his deaths in two worlds.

He couldn't think any further, He couldn't even think about how he just came back alive, And with one forceful throw, The box went flying, Into the sea, Almost seemed as if it dissolved, Never to be seen again.

"..Good riddance..."

Taking a long sigh, Krit felt a slight sense of relief, He got rid of what seemed to be the source of all problems... At least he thinks he did, And he'd like to take some time to rest. He doesn't know how he managed to keep his sanity after living and dying twice then just somehow come back breathing. He remembers so clearly how he slowly ran out of air in that cave, How the electricity coursed through his entire body blowing his organs up. For many times he tried not to think too much about things, For so many times he regarded everything as simple bad luck, But now, He finally realized, That something is wrong with this island.

His stomach made a small sound, Maybe he ate too quickly due to having cognitive issues, That fish from last night didn't really leave a good feeling in there, But at least he doesn't feel hungry, Maybe he wouldn't need breakfast for the day...

He picked up his fishing tools, And got into the truck... Staring into the road ahead of him...

..Well... Both his deaths had driving involved... He knows he shouldn't be scared, But still...

..He got out of the car, Deciding to head back on foot, He took the rod and the bait with him, And with a clearer memory, He got back home pretty soon. He just laid onto the bed, And stared into the sky...

..Maybe things would really become normal after all that...?

..No.

He needs an answer...

...

..But how...

Krit took a long sigh, There's really nothing he could do if it's presumably a superior being out there controlling and watching the world...

...And he felt hungry... He really wished he brought a fish back... Or drove the truck back... Without the truck, He could only walk... And he got out of bed, Carrying his tools...