CHALLENGE: Another night passes by in a peaceful manner, leaving you to wake up as you might any other day. Once your eyes open, however, you might notice something different than the room in Spirale you have grown accustomed to. In fact, it might be a familiar scene of another kind: the very room you'd recognize from your time spent in the past. Not only that, but looking in the mirror will only confirm that you're no longer in your present day body but that of your younger self. While you retain your current memories, you'll quickly realize that nobody else you come into contact with does. It's only you and you alone who remembers.
You will relive these days until it reaches its ultimate conclusion that has resulted in the present you know now. When it's over, you will once again wake up on the morning that all of this began yet again. And when that's over, you will once again wake up on the morning that all of this began yet again. Over and over, you'll continue to relive this past, carrying each looped memory with you. Telling anyone of these future events will reset this timeline from the start. Attempting to deviate from the past in any way will be met with consequences that can be as little as you simply waking up immediately at the beginning to even witnessing the history change drastically to the point of death and destruction of all parties involved, even those you care most about, before it resets to the beginning for you to relive again.
There is only one way to escape this endless loop of your own making. Be sure to find the answer if you wish to finally be free.
The challenge style is THREAD and DRABBLE. Good luck!
He'd gone to bed the same way as always - far too late, his mind chugging like an overworked computer as he'd lost more than an hour to the game on his phone, eventually dozing with it falling onto his face as he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
Opening his eyes finds things a little off-kilter. For one, his bed isn't as big - and the blanket is the particularly worn-soft texture of the dorms back in Tokyo and not the brand new cooling effect sheets he'd bought the day before. Tucked into his armpit is a stuffed dog that had been given to him by a girl he and Geto had rescued during their first year - no matter how much he tried to give it back, she had insisted.
There's the distant hiss of running water. When he turns his head to squint at the table, he's greeted with a lightly cracked alarm clock (his own fault) showing he had an hour and a half before class began - and the mirrored blue-black of his shades before he had graduated up to the solid black ones.
Infinity sputters under his skin when he tries to push it to the surface for longer than necessary. A frog croaks outside, perched on the edge of the pond in the center of the school dorms. The dormitory at the Tokyo school was far, far too large for the scant amount of students that stayed there, which made sounds carry further than necessary.
All at once, he's jumping to his feet, running to the door and dragging it open. No fucking way.
"You have got to be kidding me-"
