10th January 2022, 03:15 am

  I stare at my cold dead corpse, viscous blood staining the clothes which I wore.

  This is proof, isn't it?

  I'm time traveling.

  I smirk, I could use this to decimate those bastards. I could use this to systematically dissect their business in a matter of days. No, hours.

  I don't have to rush. I have infinite tries, after all. I can do anything! ANYTHING!

  My family is safe. No, untouchable, if I play my cards right.

  But there's a problem with that.

  All my mistakes will still happen.

  I look on my own rotting corpse, my scalpel clenched in my cold, dead claw.

  I will die, shot by my boss and forced to drink highly acidic chemicals.

  I will die, ran over by a truck trying to escape a genetically modified beast.

  I have died to get here.

  And I will die more.

  This life has been thrusted upon me

  And all I can do now is face my deaths head on.

  I tear the scalpel out of the corpse's grip, tearing a few fingers off as well.

  That's strange.

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  I'm stronger. Way stronger.

  Maybe I get stronger by dying.

  That's sounds insane to say but not as insane as a system in my mind.

  I waltz into the warehouse. I want to know what's actually happening and I'm here earlier than when I was here before.

  I clutch the door handle and tear it open.

  The warehouse is clean, except for a few spots of blood and rust. The warehouse was filled with chemicals of all different sorts and so many things I could use as a weapon. Tasers. bricks. Even some empty bottles. Actually some was an understatement.

  And in the centre of it all was a sickly, ratty man hunched over one of my bodies, which is laying on a blood soaked stretcher.

  The man turns to me, spooked by the sudden sound of the door.

  "Y-Your not supposed to be here yet."

  He checks his watch, his eyes widen even further.

  "3 already!"

  He tries to rush past me but I stop him, my arm blocking the door.

  "You won't leave here without giving me some answers." I look down at him.

  "I'm sorry, good sir. I remember your contractor specifically saying-"

  I punch him straight in the chest. He stumbles back and hits a table HARD. He curls into a ball, quivering from the pain.

  Pathetic. What a pathetic man.

  He works with that monster and expects me to pity him.

  Pathetic.

  He stumbles in his attempt to get up, using a table as a support.

  "Look I can't give you answers, they have my family, but-"

  I clutch his dirty, blood soaked shirt and tug him to eye level.

  "And you just gave up, like that? Fight against them harder! Make them pay!"

  I toss him away, he lands on pile of chemicals. The glass shattered on him, coating him with acids.

  He screams for help, screams to be saved.

  But I just stand there. Watching.

  "Fight!"

  As he screeches, the mix of chemicals burned it's way through his throat and into his lungs.

  "Make me pay for doing this to you!"

  He face peels away but then grows back. Then, it peels away again. And again.

  "Take revenge, you pathetic bastard!"

  I smirk at his pain, he worked with that psychopath. Why would I have any empathy for that worthless crap?

  His muscles start popping and crackling, bubbles forming and bursting within it as it melts away then foams back up.

  "Come on. Do it."

  After all...

  He stands up, the acids burning up his blood vessels, staining his bones. His face burns away, Revealing his stained skull underneath.

  We stand face to face. His eyes burned in a deep desire to beat me.

  He was the one to kill me.

  [System Initialised: Being “0043”]

  The one constant in my life.

  Death