《A Brief Glimpse Into the Many Worlds of a Sleeping God》


 World of Gems

    Wait, I think I remember this one, I think as I walk through the front door to a large, white school building. Not well enough, though. Let''s just not be in the way, this time.


    I walk past what would have been my class room, down a hall that stretches seemingly forever. Next step, I''m at a glass double door at the end of the hallway. I turn right and head down some stairs and the world opens into floating platforms, students holding blue gems and flying around between said platforms in an artificial sky.


    I take one of those gems from the shelf on the first platform and spend a few minutes remembering how this works. Just... pull from my brain, into my arm, and let my tendon be an easy guide for where to send the magic, out my thumb fat part and into the gem, and, I take of flying and fly well past the intended flight areas, where artificial, concrete platforms, flying students, and artificial sky give way to dingy darkness and stalagmite-like platforms, leading down into an endless abyss.


    I make my way to the few crystals I remember existing and meet a girl. "What are you doing way out here?" she asks.


    "The gems. Already know which ones do what, I just need a supply of them to have as much fun as I can. Fireballs and water jets and stuff," I respond.


    "Not even the teachers know what most of these do, how can you?"


    Shrugging, I ignore her and break off a red gem off the crystal outcropping, then fly off to find the blue one. I consider stopping by the yellow lightning one, as well, but I''d need the brown earth one to properly ground myself to break off a piece from there and that''s too far out to reasonably get to in time.


    A small flame juts out of my fingertips as I inject magic into the red gem, cutting through the blue crystal and releasing a gout of steam as the crystal instantly boils off. Taking my prize, I fly back to the school building, put the flight gem back on the shelf, and leave with my two gems. I''d need to reshape them to get the proper effects I want, but that''s fine. I already have two gens capable of breaking each other.


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    While walking up the stairs, I cut a few differently-sized and -shaped faces onto the gems. A triangle, a square, and a pentagon for the fire gem, leaving the rest rough, and three differently sized triangles, a pentagon, and a nonagon for the blue one. I join the next PE class heading out the double doors of the hallway and wait while they do their own thing.


    The front of the school explodes, taking most the classroom I''d have been in if I''d done the same thing as my first arrival here with it. The whole world seems to flood as the school comes under attack from all directions. A few projectiles of various magical elements are launched at the track, but the PE teacher blocks any that would have hit a student as I start using the nonagonal side of the blue gem to move the water around me, swimming around at high speed.


    The fighting in the school continues as I have fun swimming around and eventually, the reason for the existence of my red gem shows up: A guy in black robes flies out of the school and shoots a metal rod at me. I use the triangular side to create a concentrated beam of extremely hot fire, sublimating the metal fired at me, before creating a wall of water with the blue gem''s pentagonal side.


    It erupts into steam as the fireball behind the metal rod comes into contact with it and I''m swept up by a metal cart. Confused, I look at the only other person in the cart: Some senior I don''t know. He creates rails for our cart around the school grounds, right below the mostly opaque water so they''re hard to see, and we fly off at great speed down the rails.


    "Thanks, I guess. I was just going to let him get annoyed until he left me alone, but this works, too. I get to watch from afar," I say before laying back with my arms behind my head, watching the fireworks of the attack on the school.


    "You''re pretty calm for someone who was just attacked. You with them, only attacked to distract your involvement further down the line?"


    "Nah, I just get attacked a little too often. I thought a second row seat would have been better, but being this far from the school, it''s actually cool to see all the magic flying around."


    "Second row?"


    "Being in the explosion wasn''t fun, a front row seat lead to being injured and running away in fear for a few hours as I was taught magic more quickly than normal."


    "What?"


    I shrug and watch the magic flying around as we get further and further from the school, then wake up.

 World of Duality

    I made my way past the garage, back to the part of the property that had since been turned into a part of the pond. It was swampy and annoying to trudge through, but that only lasted a few dozen feet before giving way to the normal woods surrounding the property. I was exploring where my sister and I rarely played. The trees slowly grew bigger as I went in and a few minutes into my walk, the trees seemed to take objection with my existence here, as they came alive and tried to trip me with their roots or slap me with their limbs.


    Only some trees were like this, and having come to this world a couple other times in the past, I knew the telltale signs of which trees would be aggressive and stayed away from them. They became more dense and eventually, every tree was aggressive. Almost murderously so, this far in. After taking a scratch to the chest that somehow didn''t affect my shirt in any way, I turned around, bleeding from my chest, and ran back. The previously aggressive trees ignored me on my way back, just like on my previous trips.


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    I made my way back out to behind the garage before stopping to catch my breath. My stamina has never been even just average. I made it half way to the garage before behind me, I heard the clopping of horse hooves. Three figures in black armor rode out of the woods.


    I didn''t know exactly why or what, but I knew they were here with ill intentions.


    I started to run to the house to warn my parents and maybe get a gun.


    I woke up.

 World of Duality 2

    I was being driven home from school by my mom, the road an exaggeration of what it was in real life; raised tens of feet off the horizon-spanning farmland, going on for miles longer than it should have been. Some game on my phone took my attention initially. Zoom out of my body to view the car from a 3rd person perspective, mostly side-on, but slightly downward.


    In the distance, a large, T-rex-like monster popped over the horizon, chased by a flying human, heading straight for my old grade school. Mom gave me a warning of some sort, which I ignored and immediately forgot as I unbuckled myself, opened the door, and jumped out. Flying over the car to get to the monster, gained a sword and slashed upward at it, the distance travelled bringing the woods around my house into view.


    A couple other monster hunters joined us as the slash had little - though not no - effect, drawing only a bit of blood. One member trapped it in stone while I stabbed into its throat and ripped my sword sideways, decapitating it. A few more minor monsters appeared and we were slowly lead closer to my house, where we saw a skyscraper-sized tree fighting with a few other monsters and hunters, its limbs flailing around and roots popping out of the ground to impale and rip apart its enemies.


    We rushed over, but everyone and everything died by the tree''s limbs before we made it there. With the proximity to my house, I worried that it might attack my family. So, despite the slaughter it just inflicted on a monster hoard and some hunters, we flew up to the tree. It tried killing us, as well, but we were too fast to be hit. Fire was promptly put out by the sheer speed of the limbs and blocked from getting to the unmoving trunk by said limbs. My sword had no visible effect. Earthen constructs were easily broken through. It was like the tree was unstoppable, even if it never moved from its location.


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    After a few minutes of failed fighting, I tried to get past it to see my home and it ignored a gout of flame to block me. It reeled back and tried to smack the fire wielder, but it was blocked by the earth user. "Go check on your family, we''ll stop it," one of them said.


    So, I did. It tried and tried to stop me, but the others always stopped its attempts as I made it into the woods, oversized as with everything else in this world. The trees attacked me, but they were much weaker than the skyscraper, to the point I was able to just barrel through their moving branches and tripping roots.


    As I got closer and closer to the house, the trees got smaller and smaller, as well as less and less animate, until they were completely mundane and normal-sized trees. I made my way through the mundane woods and saw the back of my dad''s garage. I immediately had a sense of deja vu and knew this was the same world. Behind me, three riders on horseback came out of the same place I did.


    This time, I was supernaturally powerful, I knew I could deal with whoever these riders were.


    I woke up.

 World of Souls

    I stared at my hand. Weird to be back in a little kid''s body. This world had me living life from near the beginning all over again. In this world, we''d just moved into the house I''d lived in for all but two of my memories.


    "Hey, kid, whatcha doin''?" dad asked.


    I looked at him and said, "Staring."


    "Fair enough. Your sister and I are going on an adventure, want to come?"


    "Sure."


    As we walked out of the house, I noticed the computer was missing. I didn''t say anything about it, but followed my dad and sister out to the woods, where we followed the creek for a while until I got tired and we turned around.


    I lived a relatively boring life, moreso than before because I didn''t have video games to play. At least, it was more boring until the first weenie roast after starting this life. My dad piled the chopped logs high and, rather than getting lighter fluid and matches, he brought my sister and me over and lit the fire with magic, demonstrating how he did it.


    After that, I learned magic from my parents, then by myself after I rapidly used my adult mind to more easily grok what my parents were telling me than if I were still a normal child. Grade school was a breeze for the same reason, and I ignored my classmates in favor of figuring out more magic. How to fly, create matter, induce electricity and magnetic fields, whatever I thought of, I spent days to weeks figuring it out.


    Magic had fully replaced electronics as my source of boredom replacement.


    Eventually, I made it to college, focusing on magic. There was some sort of ranking system in place, and I tested for the lowest rank because I didn''t know official terminology for almost anything I was doing, even if I could actually perform stuff properly.


    I joined a magic racing club and quickly showed everyone I was ranked incorrectly. In my first race, I obliterated everyone but the highest ranked seniors, a couple of who were actually capable of slowing me down and prevented me from getting first place.


    All the classes were super easy, if tedious due to needing to learn the formal words for stuff, with me having been taught the material by my parents or learned it on my own. The only thing useful was the library, since the internet didn''t exist for me to reference instead. Christmas break came around and I got ranked first among the student body. I expected it to be by a wide margin, but it was actually pretty close. I''d only been getting high Bs and low As due to the classes being too boring to pay attention to most of the time, but my actual magical ability was undeniable.


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    Over the break, I learned just how strong I actually was. I didn''t actually do so, but it rapidly became apparent that if I went on a rampage on school grounds, only the teachers would survive, and I''m uncertain if they''d have been able to stop me. I also did something I thought might have been impossible before now, due to it not being in the library.


    I figured out soul magic.


    Inside me, there were hundreds of millions of little spheres where I could place my soul, each one already labeled for what it does. My soul was already inside the generalist sphere, so I left it there, uncertain what moving it would do. I''m not certain what made me think of it, but it made me remember the multiverse. So, I took a few hours to figure out some magic that could reach across the multiverse and pluck another soul out of the other versions of myself.


    They were interested in the magic systems and I shoved them in the generalist sphere because I still wasn''t sure how much of an impact the other spheres would have on me, and the generalist sphere seemed to affect everything, to some degree. By the time break ended, I had a little more than 100 souls in me.


    When I returned to school, the only teacher I liked noticed what I''d done - or, at least, that I''d messed with absorbing souls - and got worried I''d done something permanently damaging. Soul magic was dangerous stuff. She was surprised I''d even survived my second soul, let alone got all the way to school with as many as I did.


    Apparently, not having at least one soul in the generalist sphere would have killed me. She explained most other spheres, though I only remember healing and bodyguard. Healing increased my natural regeneration while bodyguard increased the resilience of my body.


    She also explained that keeping an uneven balance between the spheres should degrade the spheres, eventually rupturing them, and killing me. I checked the integrity of my generalist sphere and there was nothing wrong with it. After explaining exactly what I''d done and pulling in yet another version of myself as demonstration, we hypothesized that there wasn''t any problems because the other souls were exactly identical to mine, excluding the memories of other timelines.


    If anything, it was like each soul was empowering each other soul, in an exponential increase in power per soul.


    I woke up around this time and tried furiously to get back.


    And I succeeded.


    I told the other mes, which now numbered in the thousands because of how much faster that world''s going than this one, what was going on and they said I was 100% free to come back. Well, they said it like I would if I didn''t think for a second, "Sure, we don''t need you anymore, feel free to go back to your own life."


    Coming from anyone else, I''d 100% not know if they meant that in a mean way, a gaslighty way, or the way they/we actually meant it: To make sure I knew I was free to go.


    So, I woke up.

 World of Elves and Evil

    A group of 5 oddly-colored-hair guys were waiting in line to get into the elven castle and see the elf queen when some elf ran past them and got stopped at the gate. "Let me through, the evil king''s subordinates are headed this way!"


    Everyone ignored him or told him to get in the back of the line.


    Eventually, the protagonists made it in the castle and a guard came running in, yelling that that one elf wasn''t lying. They really were on their way. Everyone but the protagonists, the queen, the guards, and the nobles scattered.  The nobles casually walked to the buildings they owned inside the castle grounds. Our protagonists each went different ways, intending to talk to different people. One went to the guard captain, three went to different nobles, and one asked the queen to follow them to a spot on the castle grounds where no one should be able to hear them.


    "Queen-"


    He got interrupted by a fat noble, who, sticking his head through a window, insulted the pink-haired man before enticing the queen to enter what was apparently his house. Pink hair jumped two stories up to yank the noble out of his house and knocked him around a while before some guards came over and got the story of why a hero was smacking a noble around. The queen came back out of the house, disappointed, and talked with pink hair.


    He got her to teach him how to use hellfire, a kind of magic that would not go out unless dispelled and created its own oxygen to burn through anything flammable at incredible speeds. The others all got a little bit of instruction on their own questions, either of magic or of weapon proficiency. It wasn''t much longer after that that three humanoid demons showed up. One unbelievably fat man with an unnaturally large mouth, a 10 foot tall twig of a humanoid, and a normally-sized, spiky man.


    Fat man was eating an elf whole like a frog as he approached the gates.


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    The heroes didn''t immediately attack due to the contract between the evil king and the gods: As long as the evil king''s direct subordinates aren''t killed, the evil king will stay in his castle, and as long as no heroes are killed, the heroes will stay out of his castle.


    It wasn''t long before the demons killed enough people that they stopped holding back and quickly erased the demons. Even the guards and nobles scattered after that. The evil king would be on his way soon.


    The queen brought the heroes deep into the castle''s keep''s basements, where they met another elf, who taught them how to summon a special metal that could actually permanently harm the evil king, as his regeneration would be too much for even the gods to deal with, should he find a way into the divine realm, without it. In the amount of time they had, they only learned how to summon and launch spikes of the metal, not having time to learn how to properly create weapons of it before the whole city shook from the evil king''s arrival.


    The heroes charged out of the castle and launched spike after spike of the metal at the evil king, who took one to the leg before realizing what they were and splitting himself apart to not get hit by the metal. Red hair engaged in melee combat with the evil king to distract him and take up a large portion of his vision, but he continued to dodge out of the way while fighting.


    Eventually, he beat all five of the heroes down enough that they had to think of another plan. They knew the location of some flammable liquid around the castle and blue hatched one of their stupid, but just might work, plans. Douse the evil king in some of the oil with specks of the anti-regeneration material in it and light him up.


    Having no fear of liquids, the evil king barreled through a bucket of the stuff before killing green hair. Red hair was inflicted a grievous wound and attempted to light the evil king up, but his arm was chopped off before his flames could be launched from it, before he, too was killed.


    Pink hair tried to much the same effect.


    Blonde was engaged with the evil king when blue appeared behind the evil king and chanted the words for hellfire. The evil king turned to look at blue to dodge the attack out of fear of the pain burning all the way back to his castle would entail.


    But blue was excessively incompetent at magic and all he accomplished was to level a large portion of the city and burn any elves within it.


    Then I woke up.

 World of Island

    Had a dream about a civilization on an island with part of a mountain in space where I discovered a cult


    I began my venture into this world nonexistent. I watched a small civilization go through the effort of continuing to exist near the base of absurdly tall mountains. They threw magic around to grow trees and crops for their houses and food. Their capitol city was quite large, for a society with a magic-laden medieval-esque technology level. People went about their lives with no knowledge that I was about to appear at the base of the mountain range.


    Which I promptly did. I talked to a few people in town and wondered what was on the other side of the mountains. No one knew, so I set off to find out. It wasn''t long before I''d made it through the lowest point between two peaks I could find within a few hours, and I saw nothing.


    Not an empty, barren landscape. Not plains.


    Nothing.


    The world beyond the mountains didn''t exist, and the mountains themselves had scars indicating having been sheered off, sudden changes in slope to fully vertical, or even receding at some points. My view zoomed out from myself and I saw the truth: The land of this world was just this island, plucked from wherever it may have been and thrown into space. How gravity still worked, I didn''t know, but did wonder.


    Regardless, the ground under the island came to a point a few miles down, like someone had taken the world''s largest shovel and dug full circle around this land before plucking it out and chucking it into space. I went back and explained this to the few people I''d talked with, and rapidly got taken by the police. Apparently, this was a secret that very few people were privy to, due to the panic it had caused generations ago when it was common knowledge.


    They had some survey teams working on tracking the world''s border because it was shrinking. Every few minutes, a handful of dirt finally decides it''s time to let go and falls off the world. Sometimes, it''s a whole avalanche. I decided to join that effort as a solo team and went back out into the border to watch as dirt occasionally fell down, while also seeing if there''s anywhere interesting to explore.


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    I watched as part of a mountain opened up and some lava spilled out into the void below. That was apparently something that''d never been seen happen before. A little bit of rapidly cooling lava remained in a small pocket at the bottom of the world, though it led nowhere. How it got hot enough to form magma, I had no idea, but this place was interesting, so I stuck around and explored the cliff faces a bit.


    Long enough to find a cave.


    I turned to report my findings when the ground opened beneath me and I fell into the caves under the island, right onto a metal platform held aloft by chains. Around me, hundreds of bodies were pinned to the walls, all with tortured faces and bodies, and all dead. A massive machine in the shape of a humanoid torso, neck, and head stood watch over the platform and told me I would die here, like the rest of them.


    I ignored it and jumped down the pit around the platform. The machine was apparently surprised by my non-reaction, as it was too slow to catch me before I fell out of reach. I landed in a cave system lit by electricity with the occasional door and window in the wall, leading to front rooms of futuristic houses.


    This was apparently the housing section of some sort of underground society. Some people tried to kill me, but I was an outsider to this world. Unlike many other worlds I occasionally travel to, I did not temporarily inhabit a body belonging to the world that just so happened to be identical to the one back home. I was well and truly an outsider, as their attacks passed right through me.


    After a little convincing, I got told the true history of the world.


    Some guy was traveling the stars when his ship crashed into itself, a problem with their literally magical FTL that had thought to be fixed long ago. Stranded in space, he used the gravity generator of his broken ship as a base to expand out an island with earth magic. Some air magic to create an atmosphere and life magic to create plants and he had a livable habitat to wait for help that never came.


    Eventually, humans evolved on his island and found his wreckage and learned how to operate the computers. A literal cult started around this alien and his technology, which was used to create a small, hidden society where they''d slowly figure out how to create everything the alien had had and more, then ride out into the galaxy and raze the world for never saving their effective creator.


    I''m not sure how this led them to creating the murderbot guarding this place with the hundreds of dead bodies as a deterrent, but I never found out before I woke up.

 World of Mystery

    I walk into a large building that''s supposed to be this world''s version of Disney World. Bunch of rides, super famous, kids love it. There''s some glass doors and a massive glass walls showing off some really small rides and entertainment near the front, then a hallway off to the side where the vast majority of stuff is. Going into the hallway with the crowd, I notice some weird folding thing that looks kinda like a cash register unfolding itself next to a man with a funny-fancy suit on, some sort of entertainer. Rather than going around the corner with the rest of the crowd, decide to stay back and see what it¡¯s about.


    He starts talking about a lot of stuff I don¡¯t remember and going through the history of the thingy and how it¡¯s supposed to work and stuff. Eventually comes to a part where he says something like, ¡°If you¡¯re vision impaired, raise your hand.¡± I look around and notice I¡¯m the only one to have stayed back for this as I raise my hand.


    He steps back into the little booth thing where he¡¯s going his job and continues spouting nonsense as he starts lighting candles and stuff, and I only just now notice how dark it is inside his little booth-stage-thing. I can barely see the thing that caught my attention in the first place, with only really the counter and a foot or two of ground illuminated by the lights outside.


    He continues spouting whatever he¡¯s talking about as he lights two different candles before lighting one candle on each of the folding segments. I look around the building this place is in and see that the only lights on are around us and it¡¯s dark outside. I came in around noon, there¡¯s no way it¡¯s this dark already. I get a creepy feeling down my spine.


    So, while he¡¯s distracted by his little candle routine, I exit the door. There¡¯s some butler out there and he says he¡¯s to escort my back inside, should I stray too far.


    I see some houses like two blocks away, one with its lights on, so I start heading over there to perceived safety, and the butler immediately gives chase. Walking speed at first, then slowly accelerating as I get further away from the building this started in, he chases me down the sidewalk. I get nowhere near the house with a light on before he grabs me and carries me back to the building. He enters a little side flap at the bottom of the building, back where there¡¯s a small slope down, and we enter what seems like a noclip version of the building.


    He takes me through the area, where I can see through the walls to the outside like I¡¯ve clipped into a building I shouldn¡¯t have access to in a game, and to a little holding area, back in bounds. As we exited the wall, it kinda gave us a bit of momentum outward, like a wall pushing you away too hard because you¡¯re further in it than expected. He said something about the entertainer I can¡¯t remember now, before disappearing into the building proper.


    I left the holding area and I was back where I first noticed the folding thing. The entertainer was back up at the counter, calling for anyone that wanted to watch his show. I just went back outside and got chased by the butler again, this time climbing some trees to try to escape, which the butler followed me up before capturing me. Back to the start.


    I started the entertainer''s routine before just barely getting out of vision of the entertainer, seeing if maybe this was some game and I could trick the AI into doing something weirs, and his dialogue changed. I stepped back into line of sight of him, and it was what I heard the first time. All excited, explaining the thing and its history and use like an entertainer would.


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    But the secondary dialogue, when I was out of vision, was more flat toned. Kinda sad, even. I was able to get a small portion of him in vision as I listened to the other dialogue, and he was still going about the routine he did the first time, his mouth not matching the new dialogue I was hearing.


    Then it came to the part where I was supposed to raise my hand if I had impaired vision and the sad dialogue said, ¡°Raise your hand if you¡¯re a threat.¡± I sat there for a while, trying to figure out if I should raise my hand or not, before I raised it partially without thinking and rapidly put it down and shook my head saying, ¡°No, I¡¯m not. I¡¯m not.¡± Entertainer confirmed I wasn¡¯t before smiling big and saying that that was good. Started some weird dance thing I didn¡¯t pay enough attention to to describe, but one of his arms became massive for the entire duration of it.


    He finished his dance and turned the lights in the booth on and came out of it. Started explaining a song of some sort that would involve audience participation. I just had to press four keys on this keyboard thingy in any sequence I wanted to the beat, right after he played a noticeably low note in the song. It only had four keys on it, and I was watching him for any weird actions more than paying attention to the keyboard, but I decided to only partially follow instructions and only hit three keys. Going by feel, I noticed one of the keys was significantly larger than the rest, so I left that one out.


    He didn¡¯t seem to mind as we went through the song. I don¡¯t remember it at all, but near its end, I noticed the keys had some symbols on them. A roller coaster, a gravestone, a shovel, and the biggest one had the word ¡°zombie¡± on it.


    I¡¯d been hitting them in roller coaster > grave > shovel order without knowing. When the song ended, I asked what the symbols were about and why the one key said ¡°zombie¡± on it. This made the entertainer seemingly kill me because, ¡°You said the word, so you must not be him.¡± Woke up in the starting spot, entertainer¡¯s setup fully restarted.


    I started the sequence again, just standing there without raising my hand, and noticed that there was a glowing red thing inside the booth, just out of sight unless I was right at the counter. I let him do his dance before going in to see what it was and whatever it was dispersed when I touched it.


    I Went through the song, but apparently did something wrong because he killed me without warning as the song played by itself on the, apparently automatic, piano. Was quite surprising to look up from the keyboard to see a man in a weird entertainer suit lunge to kill me while the piano kept playing in his abscence.


    Before I respawned, got a cutscene that showed that the red thing is some energy that¡¯s related to the zombie key in some way, the folding cash register thing had some ghost in it, and there was some micro-gorilla-muscle-demon-thing involved with the dance.


    I decided to try to join in the dance, see if that¡¯s part of the intended sequence of events. His buff arm just knocked me out as he didn''t notice me get into the booth with him, and he slowly, sadly, and confusedly walked to me as I fell unconscious and I respawned.


    Since that was a bust, or at least not something I felt like brute forcing at that moment, I decided to head further into the building to see if there¡¯s anything interesting to find.


    I found something I can''t remember, something interesting that I went to interact with. An alarm started, stating that I was out of vision too long. I could have gone around the front of the building and been in sight of the butler and gotten where I was, which would have given me more time in vision before reaching the thing I don''t remember.


    I ran around the corner to the front of the building, it was boarded up. The whole glass front was boarded up too thoroughly to escape, even though there was no way they could have had enough time to put all the boards up from the start of the alarm to now. I tried to get back to the show to see if I could reset the alarm. The entertainer, in his sad voice, said that it was a good try, but he already knows I¡¯m not him and that going to the booth just put me on camera and let him know where I was, letting him get to me faster.


    He noclipped through the wall and was flying at me as I ran away. I woke up as he managed to get me to tackle me to the ground and sit on top of me, but he seemed hesitant to kill me. Not that it stopped him.