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Don't remember to forget.

You can't know the beginning of the story, and you can't know the end. That's what makes it infinite, and that is what keeps it happy. I don't have to write the beginning, but I do have to write the end of the story, that's the rules. However you don't want to remember it. I'm going to write an ending to this story, and you will have to chose to remember it or not. I would have to suggest you forget it. Please forget ever reading it. Just forget that you ever read it, but keep the lessen engraved into your sub-conscience. If were lucky you won't even be able to read the ending. Your mind might block it out, for all I know it might just look like a blank page... But that is what we have to hope for... That is for the better.

I have to write this, and I have to tell the story. You see, I read a story on the "Fat man." Not a threatening name I know, but it's horrible. It was a story much like this one. It was about a guy who had read a "Fat man" story. He wasn't as lucky as me... He could remember the ending, and he couldn't get it out of his head. He was starting to see a large entity. He couldn't think of another word to describe it. It was large, with a thick chest, but it had long skeleton like arms, with sharp talons on the end. The belly this thing had reached all the way to the ground, and he couldn't see it's legs. The fat man... He lives in the stories people tell about him... He knows if you read one, and if you did then you must right one as well. If you don't... Then he will find you. It's all to keep him happy. If you write the story, and if you forget the ending of the previous one you read, then he will leave you alone. However if you can't forget the ending, then you will suddenly have visions... Of your end. It doesn't matter what you do, you can't stop it. You will see how he will kill you, and within three to four weeks he will find you, and he will make it come true. He will consume you, not eat, just consume. You will become a part of him, and he will absorb all of your memories as a consolation.

The rules are simple. You can write a beginning if you want, but that is the part you can't remember. You cannot ever remember how your story starts, or you will remember the ending of the previous story you read. You then have to write down the rules, and give a warning. You then come to this part, and after that you tell your story... After that is the ending... Only I can ever know what was written in my story, and anyone else who remembers the ending is forfeit. You have been warned, and best of luck.

My name is Tom Rupert. I can't tell you much more than that, because one of you may know me, if that is so then you may try to do something to learn the ending. Cases like this are not uncommon. My job is weak, and my family is odd. My age is not important and my gender is implied. I'm not married, and I have no pet's. That is all you need to know.

One day I was on Reddit. I think plenty of people know what that is so I don't think I need to describe it. I was searching on that site for "Odd things." And I came across an article by this guy "Jay99123." He had an article called "The Fat man." In it he described the rules, and conditions. He then got to the part where he mentioned that he had some "Hyper memory" thing where he couldn't forget. There wasn't a moment of his life he couldn't remember. Because of this he couldn't forget the ending to the article he had read.

He then went on about how he couldn't stop seeing the "Fat man." He was scared for his life and was bagging people to help him. It didn't matter who saw it, no one commented. I don't know if all of those people wrote a story as well, but let's hope they did. Anyway, he later said that he was witnessing his own death at the hands of the "Fat man." He didn't go into detail but he did mention that he wasn't a believer until that point. At first he had thought the story he had read was a hoax. He knew he wasn't going to make it, but he wrote a story anyway, hoping for something. I tried staying in contact with him for as long as I could, but to no avail. Eventually he stopped replying to me... I found out who he was... I'm not going to tell you who, out of decency, but I will say this. He had died. The police found his body at home... It was nothing but a dried skeleton. All the life had been sucked out of him.

Thankfully he didn't live so far away, so I decided I would drive up to his house, not sure of what I would find. The door was unlocked, so I went inside. The house was empty and every piece of furniture or decoration had been removed. The only thing that was left was the carpet... There was also a trail on the carpet. Where he must have displaced the follicles just enough to make the color appear different in some parts. I could see boot prints everywhere else on the carpet, but right where he had died... appeared to be a trail that he had traced with his fingers. It said. "Fat man is real." No kidding I got into trouble with authorities, but I had found all the proof I needed. I went back home, and am now typing this.

Before I write the ending I just want to emphasize something. You HAVE to read it. You don't have to remember it, and you don't even have to acknowledge it was there after you're done. Hopefully part of your brain will see it as a threat and block it out. After you read it once, you will never be able to view it again. Even if you were to go looking for it you will never find it. Even if it is on some page of it's own, after viewing you would never be able to go to that page ever again. That's how he likes it. Something with no beginning and no end. Infinite. Just like itself.