My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entries 54-62

(Entry 54)

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I... I'm not sure how I ended up here.

Everything is dark. Pitch black, like the deepest of abysses. And yet it's... light? I don't understand. There's no discernable light source, and yet I can see fine. I seem to be breathing, too. I assume this place has air? And yet there's no ground beneath my feet that I can determine...

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I'm trying my best to remain calm, but I'm afraid I'm... rather confused. How did I end up here?

The last thing I remember... I was in the T5, preparing for its first manned test run.

Something must have gone wrong.

Yes...

I remember flashing lights, and screams from outside.

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Oh god. Screams.

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No, no. Don't dwell on that, not now. Focus on what's happening around you.

As I said before, I appear to be in an endless expanse of blackness. What it is, I don't know. I can only theorize at this point, but seeing as I was attempting to travel between timelines, this place is... the space between timelines? I suppose that makes sense.

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I promised him that I'd come back...

No! No, don't dwell on that. Don't think about them. Don't think about anything, anyone, except what's going on right now, in this moment, in this place. It's no use to think about how they must be reacting, assuming they're still alive-

*The writing devolves into illegible scribbles for the rest of the page. Slightly unnerved, you skip that section, and continue where the writing is readable (though only barely).*

Facts. Facts are all that is important right now.

I am unhurt.

The T5 has been terminally damaged.

It didn't make it to this... this place.

I can see a few scrap pieces-I should keep those with me. They may be useful.

And I haven't even addressed the most alarming aspect of all this.

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I am no longer myself.

I feel... strange.

As if I'm not all here.

It's hard to think straight.

Everything is hazy.

My hands keep shaking...

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My body is gone.

There is nothing left of me.

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But there must be, for I still exist.

I have hands to hold this pen.

I have a head to see, to think.

But where is my body?

There's nothing there but darkness.

And my soul...

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How am I alive?

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I'm suddenly exhausted.