After an eight year absence, World seems to have returned... And not alone.
Nothing to fear! Universe will make him wish that he'd stayed gone. The ruling class has forgotten who they are here to serve. They will get what they deserve soon enough.
Speaking of the ruling class... I've received a letter from the Knight. It reads, "Greetings from the friend of who you should not have killed." Should we be concerned?
What's wrong? Are you all right?
Oh... That. You weren't supposed to find that...
You do not recognize the bodies in the water.
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First chapter published: 10/31/22
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This story includes some mature language which may not be appropriate or comfortable for certain readers.
Also, none of the music or photos are owned or made by the author! Credit to the owners!
Subject Zero is strongly inspired by Stranger Things, The Promised Neverland, Coraline, Gravity Falls, Kiznaiver, Demon Slayer, and dreams we've had.
⚠️ WARNING: Keep in mind that this story contains strong language and themes of paranoia, psychological horror, manipulation, trauma, murder, death, and mentions of suicide. Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to such topics. ⚠️
❗️Note from author: Please read books 1, 2, and the side-stories before reading this book (while keeping the previous warning in mind). It'll help you understand what will happen in this book, the third one. They're on my profile, so please go ahead and read those before reading this one. ("Subject Zero" (1). "Subject Zero: Mirrors" (2). "Subject Zero: CONFIDENTIAL" (side story.))
Paranoia... has become my constant companion.
Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into?
Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better.
Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us...
Like me.
All that self-improvement didn't mean shit...
Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now...
Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here.
I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy....
At least you were, while it lasted.
"Times almost up, they'll be here soon."
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.