《Psychosis》 Prologue ¡°Pleasure exists in the heart and soul, yet not in the brain.¡± - Averick Tellings Prologue: Dark, perpetually, denies the light. It dreams and yearns for its comfort, yet shall never align, only coalesce. That is why, at the edge of a shadow, you see a blur, on a cloudy day. If sentience is then separated, eternally, from light and dark, and never fixes the two together, coalescence will never form. It exists, yes, yet to the observer, it doesn¡¯t, and that is all that matters. After all, what you cannot see, feel, touch or hear, cannot be known or understood. Thus, it does not exist. Ignorance is bliss. Eternal forgiving of oneselves lack of knowledge leads to never ending misery, and repetitiveness, infinite. Many seek enlightenment, yet only achieve a new perspective on something they once knew. Thus, if you know no more than your own life, you shall never break out of the infinite unending perspectives that hold you hostage to your own mortality. A farm boy cannot picture a skyscraper, if he has lived on a farm all of his life and his father never told him of one. Thus, a man living in solitude, for all of his life, unable to learn or know of a life beyond, is like Truman, except Truman escaped. This man did not. This man, as we shall call him, called himself Wrench. The name, he had found in the white dictionary, and its meaning was: a sudden violent twist or pull. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. I, as a mere observer of fact, am not fully informed on why he decided such a name represented himself. He never twisted or pulled anything in any substantial way, let alone violently. He was a quiet man, who spoke little and wrote much. Much of his short lived life was dedicated to writing. This passion of his intrigued scientists, and led them to find out many new and wonderful things, that doubtlessly aided and will aid humanity forevermore. Humans are arrogant, and don¡¯t seem to understand that they are merely organisms that will wither and die, and be forgotten. He, by himself, seemed to never understand that as well. Just another cog in the machine. Another pin in the doll. The system is built upon such things, and the system is built by monsters. That is why he is so pitiful, and we, as fellow humans, who are ethically right and morally good, should pity him. If you believe in a god and in an afterlife, pray to the god that his time in the afterlife is ripe and free. Otherwise, you should feel happy for him that he escaped his unknown suffering, and that now he no longer has to live the life of an experiment. That is all. Fear not the giver, only the receiver. Goodbye. [This was taken from a page within a book titled: ¡®Honored Endings of the Woe and Pitiful¡¯. The author of this book was never found, and the time of publication was never recorded. Do not distribute copies of this page to fellow employees, as if you do, you will be immediately fired and removed from this facility for breach of conduct. Do not rip or ruin this page. Once read, return it to your supervisor at once. Good day and good luck.] Chapter One ¡°All that was known, will be known once again¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter One: ¡°Nihilism. What is it, what does it mean? The book says: ¡°the rejection of all religious and moral principles, in the belief that life is meaningless.¡± But is the book correct? Does rejecting such principles, such as religion and morals, truly lead to meaninglessness? Or is it the pursuit of meaninglessness, and that it is true, that leads to the lack of such principals? I believe; neither. Nihilism is simply a projection of rejection from the ways of life, as if to show that they are foolish and inconsistent in any logical sense. Then, the real question is, am I a nihilist? Do I view every object of my universe to be inadequate and thus meaningless? Well, no, I don¡¯t, and yet, I still believe that I myself hold some nihilistic values. After all, I cannot be satisfied with the life I am living, and I know for a fact, that there is more out there. The clues all lead to that. Nihilism, just like every other word, is just a label, something that humans made so that they could understand and sort things more easily. It''s foolish, and wasteful, and all in all, meaningless. That is why I think that I am a purebred nihilist, and no one else can tell me otherwise. In fact, no one else can tell me otherwise, because no one else exists. At least, as far as I can see, feel, smell and touch. Maybe, if I tune in to my inner zen, my inner chakra and soul, the religious energies that make me human, I could sense them, however far away. Yet in the end, I know that in the time that I am alive, I will never see another face, except for the one in the mirror, every morning, at eight o''clock on the dot. My face, all jumbled and scrambled and inhuman, a burning scar on the world. If the world even exists. I don''t know, since all I have ever known has been in this room, this white, repetitive, small room. My room. My life. My world. Fuck.¡± I sighed and lowered my face into my hands, cupping it. ¡°All of this repetitive motion, is it just amicable? Am I meant for forwarding exposure to human flesh? Why do all entries have no exits, just walls? Why do I live within this small non-world? Is all of this just meant to be flattened and discarded, dispensed and disposed? Who am I?¡± I raised my face from my hands and looked around The Room. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Fifty cups, twenty plates, five sets of utensils, seven shelves, one calendar, one book, one sink, one toilet, one notebook and pen, one bed and a fridge with daily food. All of it pitch white. Not even shadows existed within The Room, as there were lights shining in every direction, everywhere. The only reason I knew of shadows was because of The Book. The Book had information on every single word that existed and will exist in the English language. It was how I learned English in the first place. All of my younger years were filled with reading; reading the labels on the spoons and knives, reading the carvings on the inner parts of the legs of the bed, and reading The Book. Over and over and over again. Just read read read. Then, one day, I would say about the seventh year, I had an epiphany. If I didn''t have enough to read, why not write something to add to the collection? And so that''s what I did, from the seventh year until now, the twenty first year. Write write write. I wrote my ideas, my thoughts, my fears. I wrote all of the meanings, the definitions, the answers to the questions. I had new thoughts, and I wrote them down. The old thoughts visited me in my dreams, and in the morning, I wrote them down too. Everything that I knew, I wrote down. I tried to also write down what I didn''t know. All it was was one sentence: ¡°The true world¡±. Everything else, I knew. I knew at what hour the lights would turn on and when I would wake up, I knew why the lights turned on then, and how they turned on at all. I knew physics and math, biology and astrology, religion and mythology, everything was in The Book. Of course, the information of these things within The Book was lacking, and the only thing that was there was the words. Yet the words held power, the words held truth. And through the truth that the words gave me, I saw the meaning, and the information, and I gained the understanding, and I knew. That was how I learned all there was to know. And since I had learned everything, and I wanted to know more, I had a second epiphany. All I had to do was teach. And so I wrote, I wrote and wrote and wrote, and the writings that I wrote were all teachings, teachings of life and love, death and hatred, everything and nothing. Through writing I taught myself more than there was to know, and I created new knowledge. That was my life since the seventh year until now. And now, I quit. I have had enough of this foolishness of constant debacles. It is time to do something new. But what? What is out there to take, to give? That is where I am right now, thinking about that. Maybe the whole point was to leave, to find someplace new. Though I know, deep down within me, that that thought is merely a fantasy, an untruth barely stated. There is nothing beyond The Room. The Room is everything, and everything is The Room. There are no mice and rats, lions and eagles, cats and dogs. That is all an illusion, a sly trick, to aid the world''s infinite renown. The renown of The Room. Chapter Two ¡°Those who believe themselves smart, are only intelligent relative to the ones who are less intelligent than them.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter two: [This is recording 1: ¡°Today, the subject spoke aloud about nihilism. Based on his speech, his understanding of nihilism is a tad fractured, if not completely broken. This is major progress. He then spoke of many other things that do not matter. Review this recording and then give me a response that explains his motivations for doing such a thing. Good day and good luck.¡±] This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. [This is recording 2: ¡°After his earlier intellectual bout, he sputtered and trembled and then fell asleep for 2 hours. After awakening, he ate a frozen cracker while muttering incoherently. He then went back to sleep. After checking his blood sample, it was shown that he is low on cholesterol. Add egg yolk to his lunch tomorrow. Good day and good luck.¡±] [This is recording 1: ¡°I have reviewed the recording and these are my findings: He believes himself to be a nihilist because he wants to be a nihilist. He wants to ignore and demean the mental problems that he believes that he is currently facing, and thus he wants to be a nihilist. He is a self serving fool, and is not a very intriguing nor intelligent individual. This is very much not major progress.¡±] [This is recording 2: ¡°I have added an egg yolk along with a small slab of dry meat to his lunch tomorrow.¡±] Chapter Three ¡°The truth cannot be learned, it must be found.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Three: Today, I woke up and felt happy. Thus, I decided that the genesis of my change will start with reading. I poked my head below the bed and stared at the leg of the bed on the left most corner. On it were etched words that I have never before seen on the leg of the bed. New words. I squinted my eyes and read the new sentence, one letter at a time: D O - N O T - R E F R A I N - F R O M - S E E K I N G - T H E - T R U T H. ¡®The truth? What truth? That The Book knows all and The Room holds all? That is the only truth I know. Hmm¡­ For now I¡¯ll eat breakfast, and then I¡¯ll check The Book.¡¯ I thought. I slowly stumbled up to the fridge and opened it to find a large yellow yoke, frozen within a bag, and beside it a grossly misshapen slab of meat. I grabbed the two and ate them slowly, to savor the flavor. The meat tasted dry. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. After consuming my meal, I threw the dishes into the sink, where they would automatically be clean by tomorrow. I then picked up my pillow from upon my bed and snagged The Book from underneath it. After shuffling through the pages a little, I finally managed to find the page with the word ¡°truth¡±. The Book said: the quality or state of being true. ¡®Yet what does it directly mean, to be in the quality or state of being true? Does it mean that one must reach a certain quality of heart, before they reach the level of ¡°being true¡±? Or must they attain a state of mind so clear of distractions, that all that they know is then ¡°being true¡±? No, I think such things are incorrect! The real meaning of ¡°being true¡± is that of denying all causes and acts that could possibly lead or be related to in smallest of ways, to ¡°the lie¡±. That must be the meaning of ¡°truth¡±! And thus now I know what the new carving on the leg of the bed meant. I must not hinder myself from denying ¡°the lie¡±! That thing, in whatever form it inhabits, cannot be detained nor destroyed. Only utter denial could reject the concept.¡¯ I thought giddily. Feeling satisfied with myself, I placed The Book back under my pillow and went to sleep for the day. Chapter Four ¡°Many seek to claim they know of what occurred, yet what they know, they have only assumed.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Four: [This is recording 1: ¡°Today, the subject awoke abruptly before peaking beneath his bed and muttering incoherently for 2 minutes. He then ate his lunch, and likely still thought it was breakfast. After he finished his meal, he opened his white dictionary and found the page on the word ¡°truth¡±. He then proceeded to read it before sitting still for 3 minutes and 12 seconds. He then put his white dictionary away and fell asleep. Review this recording and then give me a response that explains his motivations for doing such a thing. Good day and good luck.¡±] If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. [This is recording 1: ¡°I have reviewed the recording and these are my findings: He is slowly turning agnostic and stupid, and is rejecting the core beliefs we drilled into him through the use of that dictionary. I believe that he is now attempting to try new techniques in rejecting his original beliefs, so that he may create a ¡°new self¡±. That is why he researched the word ¡°truth¡±. Truly, progress is now stalling.¡±] Chapter Five
¡°Respect yourself above all, since your righteousness demeaned all others.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Five: ¡°I have fed him the first sentence. When do I feed him the second one again? Remind me.¡± This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°I told you this yesterday, feed him the second one two days later. Remember, two days later, on the dot, not a second more.¡± ¡°Yes, yes, on the dot.¡± ¡°Great. Now get back to work, and stop asking unnecessary questions.¡± ¡°Yes, your over-revered highness and God of all.¡± ¡°Stop the sarcasm as well.¡± ¡°Sure thing, oh great superior of mine!¡± ¡°Man, I hate working with you.¡± ¡°Me too.¡± Chapter Six
¡°A door opens to the way, yet not to the way to get to the way.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Six: Today I woke up and felt confused. Thus, I decided to open all of the doors in The Room to find the answers. The Book says: a hinged, sliding, or revolving barrier at the entrance to a building, room, or vehicle, or in the framework of a cupboard. If so, do not the doors within The Room also all lead to a ¡°building, room or vehicle¡±? I do not know, since every time that I have tried I have failed, and the doors led to walls. That should not be, as The Book stated otherwise, thus, I must be doing something incorrectly. Perhaps I am not opening the doors, but rather changing them, since opening means, according to The Book: an aperture or gap, especially one allowing access. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. And changing means, according to The Book: make (someone or something) different; alter or modify. According to The Book (which knows all and is always correct) what I was doing with the doors was not opening them, but rather changing them, and thus, to get what I want from the doors (that being access to a building, room or vehicle) I have to figure out how to open them, and not change them. The issue is, I do not know how to do that. So, I have been trying (and failing) all day to open the doors in The Room, and yet every time I do, I just see a wall behind them. All five doors within The Room are obviously there because they have a purpose. Everything within The Room, within The World, has a purpose. And The Room is The World. According to The Book a door leads somewhere, somewhere that is not a wall. The Book is never wrong. Yet I am merely human, and humans are not perfect, and make mistakes, and are thus sometimes wrong. Thus, this proves and shows that the doors failing in their function is due to my mistake. What the mistake is, I don¡¯t know. What I do know, is that as a human, I am not quite perfect enough to understand, not to comprehend all that the book can teach me. Thus, I have failed, once again, to solve the door issue. After quitting in my small spree of door changing, I ate dinner, which was once more a yucky yoke and a dry slab of meat, and then went to sleep for the day. Chapter Seven ¡°What man seeks to know he can only share, as social contact is the only way he can survive.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Seven: [This is recording 1: ¡°Today, the subject awoke and decided to open all of the false doors within the room. After 6 hours and 12 minutes and 45 seconds of opening the false doors, he stopped and ate his dinner. He then went to sleep. Review this recording and then give me a response that explains his motivations for doing such a thing. Good day and good luck.¡±] This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. [This is recording 2: ¡°After checking his blood sample, it was shown that he is low on protein. Add almonds and beans to his lunch tomorrow. Good day and good luck.¡±] [This is recording 1: ¡°I have reviewed the recording and these are my findings: He is opening all of the false doors within the room because his white dictionary that he finds so precious, states that doors lead somewhere. Because of that, he stupidly decided (by now for the fifth time) to open them repeatedly, like an idiot, to see if they would lead somewhere, other than a wall. What a fool.¡±] [This is recording 2: ¡°I have added almonds and a few green beans to his lunch tomorrow.¡±] Chapter Eight ¡°Those who wish to teach others meaning and definitions shall succeed, as conformity does not suffer through the ages.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Eight: Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. ¡°Alright, so now it¡¯s time to feed him the second sentence, right?¡± ¡°Yes, now is the time.¡± ¡°Good, I¡¯m all ready with my carver and stick.¡± ¡°That¡¯s nice, but make sure you don¡¯t forget the eraser to erase the former sentence.¡± ¡°Right, right, the eraser. I am so, so, sorry, your greatest and most brightest majesty, for nearly forgetting the eraser.¡± ¡°Just shut up and do the work.¡± ¡°Yessir, will do.¡± Chapter Nine
¡°The slightest of alterations can change a lifetime and a generation.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Nine: Today I woke up and felt happy. Thus I decided to read again. I looked under the bed once more, and lo, there I saw a new carving of letters and words: B R E A K - T H E - P L A T E S. ¡®Break the plates? What does that entail? Does it mean to tell me to break the plates that I eat upon for every meal? According to The Book, to break is: separate or cause to separate into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain. And yet why would I want to do such a thing? The act of separating the plates into pieces will likely make them completely unusable in their purpose. Every object has a purpose within The Room. If I cause that purpose to disappear, will that not be blasphemy? After all, The Book says that blasphemy is: the act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about God or sacred things; profane talk. The purpose of objects is sacred, since it is part of the whole of The Room. And talking is equivalent to breaking, as The Book says that talking is: engaging in speech. And speech is: the expression of or the ability to express thoughts and feelings by articulate sounds. Breaking something will cause a sound, and is thus speech, and then is thus talking, and talking in a way that destroys the sacred purpose of an object is blasphemy! Thus, if I break the plates then I will be committing blasphemy, and that act goes against all of what The Book teaches! I cannot do such a thing!¡¯ I thought. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. ¡®Yet, would doing such a thing truly be so terrible? I have never committed blasphemy before, and doing something new is considered a change. My whole new goal is to change and do something new, thus, I should commit blasphemy! Would that not make The Room better and more open? Yes, yes, I have changed my mind! I shall commit blasphemy today, here, and become a new person!¡¯ I thought. I then proceeded to (with my bare hands) break all of the plates within The Room, with there being twenty of them in total. After the act, my hands were bloodied, and so I dried and wiped them on my white sheets, staining them red. I worried not for that though, as whenever my sheets are stained (usually from food) they are clean and white again the next day. After that I ate breakfast without a plate, which then dirtied the table, and yet I was not worried for the table¡¯s cleanliness, as whenever the table was dirty (usually from food) it always returned to its white and clean state the next day. Maybe living without plates isn¡¯t so bad after all. I then went to sleep. Chapter Ten ¡°Anger is merely an escape from one¡¯s own failure of perfect control.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Ten: ¡°Hey, Jerry.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I just found out that the scientists have found a page of a book written by Averick from a separate timeline, and were keeping it. So I stole it and then destroyed it.¡± This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°How did those fools find an object from a separate timeline? Was there a mistake in the code?!¡± ¡°No, no mistake. It just¡­ slipped through.¡± ¡°Huh.¡± ¡°Yeah, so now they know something, which is worse than nothing. Should we abort and try again in a new timeline?¡± ¡°No, let¡¯s continue. This is the closest we have ever gotten to success. He already broke the plates. Isn¡¯t that a three day upgrade from last time?¡± ¡°Yes it is, yes it is.¡± ¡°Alright, keep up the good work.¡± ¡°Will do, big boss.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t call me big boss ever again.¡± ¡°Will do, big boss.¡± Chapter Eleven ¡°Failure is the root of success.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Eleven: [This is recording 1: ¡°Today, the subject awoke and peeked under the bed again. He then proceeded to freeze in place for 20 minutes and 48 seconds, and then stood up and broke all 20 plates in the room, causing us a loss of 15 meal cameras. This is interesting, and could possibly be progress. Review this recording and then give me a response that explains his motivations for doing such a thing. Good day and good luck.¡±] If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. [This is recording 1: ¡°I have reviewed the recording and these are my findings: He has finally gone insane. His odd obsession with the legs of his bed is deluding his brain, and it caused him to act out, and break all of the most breakable things in the room, that being the plates. Now, we have lost 15 cameras. This is a disaster, and progress has halted and perhaps even regressed. This is terrible.¡±] [This is recording 2: ¡°Another terrible thing has occurred. I have somehow lost the page of that book that you had entrusted to me. It may have possibly landed in the hands of a fellow colleague. This is terrible. I fully acknowledge my mistake.¡±] [This is recording 2: ¡°I have entrusted that page to you under the conditions that you do not lose it. You have lost it. Thus, you are hereby fired from this company and kicked out of this facility. I have informed the guards. Farewell. Good day and good luck.¡±] Chapter Twelve ¡°The world trembles and waits for the inevitable to occur.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Twelve: Today I woke up and felt satisfied. Yesterday¡¯s frolicking and new choices made me feel new, and refreshed. Those feelings are good. This feeling of good gave me a boost of energy, and I decided to reread The Book again in its entirety. I read The Book, and felt further satisfied. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. I then ate dinner (without a plate) and went to sleep. Or at least, I tried to. Yet for some reason I could not grasp, rest eluded me, and I shuffled around in my (now clean of any stains) bed, and blinked my eyes repeatedly. Nothing helped, and I opened The Book for answers. The Book said: a condition of body and mind that typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the eyes are closed, the postural muscles relaxed, the activity of the brain altered, and consciousness of the surroundings practically suspended. All I needed for rest (according to The Book) is to have my eyes closed, my muscles relaxed, my brain altered, and my consciousness suspended. I focused on all of these things, and attempted to do them. After around ten minutes, I managed them all, and fell asleep. Chapter Thirteen ¡°Hatred burns like summer soil.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Thirteen: [This is recording 1: ¡°Today, the subject awoke with a look of great positive emotion upon his face, a rarity for sure. He then read his white dictionary in its entirety, and then ate his dinner and went to bed. He attempted, and failed, to fall asleep for 30 minutes and 17 seconds, and then finally managed to fall unconscious. As this is your first time reporting to me, I do not expect a perfect report. It is alright if you make a few mistakes, all newbies do it. The last analyzer, Terence, made many mistakes when he first started as well. It¡¯s a true shame that he had to be fired. Anyways, please review this recording and then give me a response that explains his motivations for doing such a thing. Good day and good- hey! What are you doing here?! What is that in your- ahavsvjscsv¡±] Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. [This is recording 1: ¡°I have reviewed the recording and this is what I¡¯ve found: he likely felt happy because he was well fed yesterday, and got his protein. He also let out his emotions on the plates, breaking them, which in turn let him feel released of accumulated pressure. I am unsure what you were saying at the end of your recording, but I hope you are alright. You sounded a bit panicked there. Thank you for the advice and for hiring me as an analyzer, it is a great honor to serve mankind. I hope to have- ah! What?! Wh-who are you? What- udhrhdjbdjsh¡±] [This is recording 2: ¡°You fucking fool. You underestimated me. Do you think I''m so dumb as to try to kick me out of this place? Well, now you know that my power holds no bounds. I killed you, and your new little analyzer. You should have known you could not replace me. Now, as a final act of revenge, I will kill the little bitch in his little prison, stopping this experiment once and for all.¡±] Chapter Fourteen ¡°Bright lights burn the retina, and time twists the nerves.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Fourteen: I woke up feeling slightly disoriented. I wonder why? I looked around The Room, and everything felt slightly out of place. Why does everything feel so wrong? Suddenly, I heard a loud crack and the wall opened up like a door, and someone passed through. He was a man, young, roughly twenty years of age, wearing a white lab coat stained in some red liquid. In his hand he held a small black device, that The Book called: a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, or other missiles are propelled by explosive force, typically making a characteristic loud, sharp noise. A gun. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. The man looked at me and laughed, a deep throaty laugh. I stood frozen, my thoughts speeding through my brain like a bullet train. ¡°You look even stupider than I would imagine. What, are you tired and groggy because I woke you up in the middle of the night? Oh, poor baby. Let me feed you some yoke and meat and almonds and beans. Wouldn¡¯t that be nice. Hahaha! You fucking idiot! You bumbling moron! All you do all day is loll around like a fucking balloon, flouting about until you bump into something. You¡¯re like a fucking child! This dumb experiment made you crazy, and ruined my life! Hahahaha! But don¡¯t you worry, now, I will kill you, like I did to the others, and you won¡¯t have to live in misery ever again. Isn''t that what it said would happen in the page? That you would die early and be free of your unknown misery? The page that ruined my career and destroyed my life?! Yeah, now the words of the prophet are going to come true. Close your eyes little one, and try not to quiver as I blow your brains out with a bullet to the head. Good day and good luck, as my now dead superior used to say. Good day and good luck.¡± The man said, and then raised his gun to my face. I heard a light click. Then, the world turned white. Chapter Fifteen ¡°A fool seeks to change the future. A genius seeks to change the past.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Fifteen: ¡°Jerry, it looks like this timeline is a bust as well.¡± ¡°Florence, you are right, for once in your career. This timeline is a complete bust. Who would have thought that a mere page could cause such a butterfly effect to occur?¡± The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Well, I guess all of those sci-fi movies I watched weren¡¯t completely wrong, huh?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t get too high on your high horse. I¡¯ll admit you were correct this one time, Florence, but trust me, the next timeline will be a complete success.¡± ¡°Yeah, yeah, whatever you say boss Jerry. Oh, and if the next timeline is also a bust, you owe me a burger.¡± ¡°Sure, why not, a burger.¡± ¡°Yes, a burger indeed.¡± ¡°Alright, shut up and make the timeline already.¡± ¡°Sir yes sir.¡± Chapter Sixteen ¡°One cannot change one¡¯s identity, just as one cannot blow out the sun.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Sixteen: I opened my eyes. Somehow, I had not died. Perhaps the bullet had somehow missed me. Yet, who was that man? How did that man even exist? Everything existed within The Room, as the entire world is The Room. How then did that man come out of the wall, and even exist? Was there perhaps more beyond The Room? No, impossible. Or is it? I looked around The Room, searching for the man. I couldn¡¯t see anything, everything was black. ¡°What the heck? Why can¡¯t I see? Did the lights turn off?¡± I said aloud. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡®Wait, am I perhaps dead?¡¯ I thought grimly. Suddenly, the world turned bright, and as my vision recovered, I realized that I was still within The Room. There were a few irregularities though. On the floor, in front of my feet, sat the gun that the man had been holding. The man was nowhere to be seen. And most worrisome of all, was the me that was sleeping in my bed. Chapter Seventeen
¡°Converting to a religion is a gracious endeavor, yet it changes the reality you hold forever.¡± - Averick Tellings Chapter Seventeen: I woke up feeling uncomfortable, and I decided that today I was going to question myself about nihilism. After all, it was such a complex and beautiful subject, and I feel that it could maybe lead to a change. Change is good, I have not had change for a very long time. I looked around The Room and saw myself, standing in the center of The Room, staring at me. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°What?¡± I asked. I sat frozen on my bed, staring at myself as I stood staring at me from the middle of The Room. What is going on?! Slowly, myself in the center of The Room crouched down and grabbed something, before then standing up and pointing it at me. The Book called it: a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, or other missiles are propelled by explosive force, typically making a characteristic loud, sharp noise. A gun. I heard a light click, and the world burst into a shower of pain, and then cold, and then black.