What?!? I'm a cameraman Now? (My time in the skibidi toilet)

#10 (Revamped)

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“Hey, you,” a voice called sharply from behind me. I spun around, weapon in hand, ready to face whatever threat had managed to sneak up on me.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice edged with suspicion. But as soon as I got a good look, I froze. The figure wasn’t what I had expected. It wasn’t some creature or enemy—no, the person standing there was human.

I lowered my weapon, hesitating for a moment.

“Good,” the man muttered, stepping closer. His face was partially obscured by shadows, but his voice was steady and low. “My name is… well, that’s not important. Let’s just say I’m a secret agent. And I know how to get you home.”

I frowned, studying him carefully. There was something unsettling about him—like he didn’t entirely belong in this world either. “I don’t believe you,” I said flatly, my grip tightening on my weapon despite lowering it moments before.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he replied with a shrug. “But if I were in your situation, I would. You’re not supposed to be here. You’re an anomaly.”

I let out a frustrated laugh, though it lacked any real humor. “Great. Tell me something I don’t already know,” I shot back angrily.

He didn’t flinch at my tone. Instead, he folded his arms, his gaze sharp. “You don’t understand. Your presence here isn’t just an accident—it’s disrupting the story. Changing it in ways it was never meant to be changed. You’re unraveling the entire narrative.”

I blinked, his words sparking a faint but nagging memory. It felt like I had heard something like this before, but the details eluded me. “What are you even talking about?”

The man leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Think. Look around you. This place, these events—they’re not unfolding the way they should. You’re rewriting the story. And unless you fix it, you’ll never find your way back.”

Suddenly, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I remembered. I had been watching episode 32 of the series—my favorite show—and the events happening now were supposed to go very differently. This wasn’t how it played out in the story I knew.

“How is this even possible?” I murmured, more to myself than to him.

The man straightened, his expression unreadable. “You’ll figure it out. If you can remember enough, you might even understand why this is happening. But know this—if you want to go home, you have to end the story you’ve disrupted. There’s no other way.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he stepped back into the darkness.

“Wait!” I called out, lunging forward. But it was too late. The shadows swallowed him, leaving me standing alone.

For a moment, there was only silence—until I heard it. Footsteps, faint and distant, growing louder. Then, a sharp knocking sound echoed from somewhere nearby, breaking the stillness.

I turned toward the noise, my heart pounding, unsure what awaited me in the darkness.

To be continued…