fucked around and found out
Endless black dapples the artificial light that coats his every second. He feels the tiles beneath him, hardly providing comfort as his body screams on instinct. Despite immortality, he was still undoubtedly human. His surroundings were sterile, cold… suffocating. Isolated from anyone who would ever remember him. After all, wouldn’t be better if no one cared? And yet when he lays there, helpless to his body’s whims, his mind wanders.
If the time line didn’t reset, how long would it take for them to find him? Weeks? Months? His body, or rather his carcass, would be dissolved by then if the concoction succeeded. He’s not sure which he would prefer. On one hand, the human goal is to create an impact. On the other, there was no future for him. Nihility had led him here. Desolate in a lab underground funded by his associate. Maybe they were friends once upon a time, but now… now he can hardly recall their name. Something foreign. Alien?
Oh, who cares.
The lights are flickering out now. A soft hum of energy in his ears. No, it’s not electricity—what was that? Music? There’s words. Colorful inflections that he used to play to impress amateurs. His throat hurts. Breathy, gargling sounds escaped to the surface. It sounded nothing like what he wanted.
He laughs. He coughs. He gags. His skin ablaze, fluids dripping out every orifice. How gross. He should revise the formula to be more efficient. That poor soul this was for didn’t need to spend time regretting. Like how he regrets his shred of humanity.
He’s known the poison for so long and yet never grew immune.
As his breathing shallows and face grows too laborious to move, he knows it’s time. Seok makes an empty wish. Perhaps next time will be gentler. Perhaps next time it will all be over. Perhaps next time.