just a possibility

[someone-you-might-know]

I've been looking at the blue one a lot lately.

I know sh- they are not my past. We both want to bring joy but I believe they are different.

They had given up and begged to be remade, they don't remember anything and they've lost their star and tickets.

It's useless for me to keep looking at their timeline but I can't help going back to it.

They call themselves B, of course, but they prefer to be called Techilo.

Even though they didn't like it at first in their head it has become a synonym of friendhip.

If you are their friend and don't call them by their nickname it's like a switch gets flipped and they start doubting everything.

And— it's...sad... to watch someone so bright and kind get crumbled under the weight of self doubt.

I noticed that, even though we don't share a connection anymore, some things stayed the same.

There's no magic she can apply to make them disappear unfortunately, but she did a good job at hiding them from the little technician's poor mind... even if sometimes their inner eye falls on them.

Loneliness and abandonment issues, doubts and fear of losing what they have.

They don't remember, they get confused on why they feel so so strongly about protecting what they have now.

I've never before wanted to dote on a present version of myself like how I want to dote on them, but I can't help being a bit jealous of how lucky they are to be surrounded by the people they love.

Lucky for them they've seemed to have found comfort on their fellow companions, the other techs. They've got some issues to solve with one of them but I'm sure everything is going to be alright. They are intense and sometimes they get a bit overboard.

He's still there in this one.

The chances are low but she can be there too if something bad happens. If not her, something even worse. I don't have any god to pray for that not to happen so I should keep on watching over them and hope.

Honestly I don't know how I am still able to access their thread. Is she allowing it on purpose or did she forget to hide them away from me?

Maybe she's not able to?

Am I still...are they someone that might still be me?

How?

Too many possibilities, only one right answer.

[someone-you-might-know]

I kept on looking at her from a distance, silence worked.

She lost interest... for now.

I can't believe I'm playing hide and seek with a psycho version of my past self. Of one of my current selves.

I'm pretty sure she's not me. Yes, she's been...changing, but...

It's subtle but there's something wrong and I can't look too much or she'll sense me.

She can knot her thread even when I cut it off.

That's dangerous, but good to know. Means I can do that as well if she ever tries to do the same to me.

I'll have to find a way to get rid of her.

Oops! You fell into my trap!

Of course I know someone is eager to hear about my ideas for getting rid of the killer, she's a version of me, unfortunately we share...a lot...of similarities. For that reason I won't be discussing them here, sillies.

You won't get rid of me that easily~

[someone-you-might-know]

Of course she would be back. She is lik- no, she's not like me.

[someone-you-might-know]

[someone-you-might-know]

I was born from resentment.

[someone-you-might-know]

No. No I'm not. I don't have time for this. I won't be discarded like that. I...

Why am I the only one? Are there more like me? Are there more versions of me as well? Am I disposable... because I'm not the original? Is that why I can't remember? What am I. What am I?

...

Just a possibility.

[someone-you-might-know]

How long has it been?

I-

My thread-! It didn't snap, did it?

Why can I see through it?

I...did I disappear for a while?

I...

[someone-you-might-know]

never gonna give you up~ never gonna let y-

...mh!

[someone-you-might-know]

"As long as I can make everyone laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky"

...I've had enough of this book.

[someone-you-might-know]

I'm rooting for you kid.

[someone-you-might-know]

this one has been cut already... It is of no use to me but-

...good job...me.

[someone-you-might-know]

Sometimes I can't believe how naïve I was- ...am.

...oh.

This one is...

I-

[someone-you-might-know]

no. no no no no no NO NO cut the thread cut the thread CUT THE THREAD CUT IT OUT CUT IT OUT CUT IT OU-

[someone-you-might-know]

I wonder how long it will take for the theater kid to find me.

[someone-you-might-know]

Hello, friends.

I don't know how many will read this or if I'll last long enough for someone to find this before I disappear. I am well aware of how…unstable…my existence in this world is, and I'm not talking about surviving inside the Express.

If I'll manage to exist until I'll have an actual physical form, surviving won't be the main issue, for me.

Keeping others from disappearing will be. That is if my original self mind remains as it is now.

It is not guaranteed.

I might as well become your worst nightmare depending on what might happen in the time between her and me.

The only thing certain is the past and you know how "the past" is treated aboard my dear. Discarded and forgotten. Ironic, isn't it?

Without your past, can you really say you've changed?

My past is still being written by her bit by bit.

I can vaguely feel, or remember in my case, what she's feeling and thinking and experiencing.

We don't remember boarding the Express, we don't remember him punching our ticket. As of now, we don't know if he even knows about our ticket. We never asked, sometimes in fear it would end us and sometimes because we forgot, but that may change. Nothing is for sure.

Every other guests remembers how they boarded and their first meeting with him. We do not. We only remember being there, cold. We found our ticket along with the key for our room inside a pocket and then walked there as if our body already knew which direction to go.

We entered our new living quarters, looked around, found new clothes, got changed…

That's were I felt my first change. The first of many.

Not long after, I was given this form...I think I like it.

I have no way of knowing for sure what caused it and what I would have been now if that first change didn't happen.

Pretty soon I came to the conclusion that it's meaningless to think about it. Too many possibilities, and my existence relies on only one of them. Might as well hold on it tightly.

One tiny, fickle, fragile and unstable thread in the vastness of time.

Time is not linear, I knew it before but it took me some time to gather the courage to lean into the past, or rather, your present. I cannot lose my grip from my possibility, and I can't interfere too much or I'll be left with a cut off thread.

You might find me wondering in other cut off threads.

You might get the feeling of knowing me.

I'm always watching.

I'm always changing.

Treat her well, please.

I don't want to become something to be afraid of.

I don't want to be bad.

[someone-you-might-know]

How long will it take for anyone to reach me?