Makoto Mobius

Chapter Two- 06/23/2013

"Hey, do you know about Mobius? They say he'll rewrite the past for you, but only one time."

06/23/2013
The next instant, I was there.

A calming night breeze. A gently shining moon. ...Was this Makoto's house?

As I walked in the door a warm gust of air welcomed me inside. Beside the door was a small table and a wooden coat rack, where a blue sweater was hanging. I walked down a small hallway until it split off at two points, a path going straight, and another one leading to the right. I decided to go right. On the wall there was a calendar with x's marking out the days that had gone by. The twenty-fourth hadn't been crossed out. Next up was a door on my left, I entered and it seemed to be the bathroom. There was a normal sink and a mirror hanging above it. My face is reflected in the mirror. ... I'm not very good looking. I'm average if not, worse. Then, to the right there was a toilet, shower and a bathtub, along with a green stool for the shower, I had seen it at a dollar store before. I exited the bathroom and moved down the hallway to a room on my right. I could tell right away that this was Makoto's room. Mostly because Makoto was sleeping on a bed in the bottom right corner of the room. I looked around. There was a desk in the top right corner of the room. On top of it was a small potted cactus with Mr. Cactus written on it in marker, and in the bottom left there was a small table and chair with a box of tissues and what seemed to be her diary on the top. Finally on the top left corner of the room was a small entertainment center with a small flat screen TV sitting atop it. Next to the entertainment center was a big bookcase filled with, well books of course, but also small potted plants as well as DVD's and a stereo. I checked the books on the desk and picked up an oddly-colored notebook and started to read it. It read, "1. Placing the Curse: Cut a paper into a thin, long strip, then twist one of the ends and attach it to the other. This is called a Mobius strip. Slip your arms through the Mobius strip, then chant eight times, 'Mobius, I beg of you.' After a moment, you will lose consciousness and find yourself in your desired time and location. You will then be the host of this curse."

"2. Warning: This is a curse. It allows you to relive a certain period of time forever. Be sure to act in accordance with the rules. Should you stray from them, you will lose something dear to you. The number of people who will die on any given day is fixed. This is absolutely impossible to change."

"Removing the Curse: There is no way to remove the curse. However, if the curse's host dies, the time loop will end." I close the book and move on to the table with Makoto's diary on it. It reads: "June 21st: Such a gloomy atmosphere. It's suffocating. I can hardly breathe. I can't smile at all. Even if I force myself to there's no heart in it. What's keeping me going? What would happen if I lost that? By the time I find out it might be to late. Oh... I hear it. I hear it again. Please don't do those terrible things. My heart aches so much. You're inhuman. Dad's having trouble at work again. Every day is the same for me. The same time. The same space. I want to help Dad. I want to help Dad. I want to help Dad. What can I do? It's so agonizing. Not being able to do anything is so painful. If only I could change just one thing... I don't even care what would happen to me. I probably wouldn't be mad about it. I doubt I'd even resist. What is my heart made of? I wish I wasn't born as a human, but rather as something without a heart. I don't care whether it would've been biological or mechanical.

June 22nd: Once again, Dad... I made curry. I think it came out tasty. There's nothing to do in the house, so I just keep improving my ability to do housework. I don't have any interests. I used to have some, but now I don't want to do anything. Leave me alone. I don't matter. If Dad told me to die, I would. That's all I can do. There are no other options. There's no other way. My body feels heavy was it always this heavy. Was it always this heavy? ...I'm going to sleep. I feel depressed.

June 23rd: I talked to Watarou. That's right. I've never really spoken to him much, but he's the guy who sits next to me. He always has a gloomy look on his face. Just like me. I can't really speak for him, but it sure doesn't seem like he's having fun with life. I didn't tell him anything. It's not like I'm feeling concerned or anything like that. Did I want to discuss something with him? Not quite. I'm not worried about anything. There's nothing to talk about. I'm... not worried at all. ...Haha." ...Nothing has been written after this yet. But she defiantly was depressed. After I set the diary back down, I exit Makoto's room.

There is another door to my right, but I decide not to go in just yet and move on. Then I enter a room on my left. It seemed to be Makoto's Dad's room. ...He was taking a nap in an office chair in front of a desk in the top left corner of the room. On the desk was a large computer. It probably turned off after Makoto's dad fell asleep... On the left of the desk was a small metal trash bin, filled halfway with crumpled papers. On the right of the desk was a large book case with a cabinet below it. To the right of the bookcase was a small nightstand with a lamp sitting atop it. In the drawer of the night stand were a large number of sleeping pills. I took them just in case. On the wall beside it the same calendar as in the hallway. Only it was covered in notes about his schedule and reminders about meetings and such. A couple inches away stood a small bookcase filled with books, as well as nick knacks. And in the top right corner a coat rack stood by itself with a blue suit jacket hanging on it. The jacket appeared to have dark red stains (Suspicious!! Dun dun dun!!!)... What appeared to be his bed is in the middle of the right side if the room. It looks unused. I left the room. It was the last room in the hall so, I went back to the main hallway and went straight. There's only one room, the kitchen. It's spacious. In the top left corner there is a small counter with a stove and a sink. Beside the counter was a small, empty fridge with little notes posted there. On the wall was a clock and a calendar. It was about 11:30, but in the time loop there was no way to tell. The on the floor another metal trash bin sits beside another cabinet with pictures sitting on top of it. Beside that was a dish cabinet full of dollar store dishware. On the right wall was a small table with a TV. In about the middle of the room was a small table with two chairs and a small house phone. Beside it is a rice cooker with a little bit of rice left... I bet it would taste good...

"Maybe I should just leave..."

Someone shouts."Wait! Don't go." It happened right when I was about to leave... Someone pulled on my sleeve. It was Makoto. "Please don't go. You... came to save me, didn't you? I know. But you can't. The amount of people who will die on any given day is set. That means if you save me, someone else has to die. And if you mess up a step in your plan, the result might end up even worse than that. It's impossible no matter what you do. The ring of fate... Mobius is trapping me here? Why hasn't anyone noticed yet? I know... I've figured it out by now. I know that this world is an illusion. So... Please stay here with me. Don't go away. Stay here in this endless time loop... for me. Come see me everyday. You're all I have, Watarou. Your constant visits are the only thing that have kept me sane. I'll be really lonely. If no one comes to see me anymore... I'll go crazy... Come on, Watarou. Please! I'm begging you! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please! I'm begging you, Watarou. Stay with me."

"How many times has it been now? What is it you desire? Do you still not understand? No matter how much you twist the ring of fate, you'll always arrive at the same result. If you still don't understand this after going through it several times... then continue struggling within this endlessly repeating time period. ...Mmfufu."

BAD END: "Endless June 23rd"