𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ---- 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐒 . there’s nothing new about that . over and over and over again . like a nightmare it flashes back just before it hits the ground . he’s never been on a ship that’s spent so much time burning up in the atmosphere as this one . 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 . everything inside of the ship flows steadily , like time within is it’s own little bubble kept together by the walls that disintigrate around them again and again . when people die , they die . there’s no second chance here , not like most time loops provide .
the temperature inside the decaying shuttle keeps rising . a couple of the crew have already been lost to heatstroke and no amount of damp cloth could save them from that . the others who are still awake are slipping further away . 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 . he’d promised them he would , but how can you save a ship from crashing once it’s already started ? it’s tearing itself apart around him , and it’s only the time loop that’s allowed them to live this long anyway . the only way to break the loop is destroy the ship ... and everything on it .
his fingers slide over the scratched glass that covers the altimeter ; the little hand spins round and round and round and then stops , and starts turning the opposite direction when the ground retracts it’s invite . he can’t stop it from falling , and he can’t run neither . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 , 𝐍𝐎𝐖 . she’s probably on the ground , outside of the time loop , ever since half the ship was torn away .
with a quiet sigh he lifts his gaze to the cracked observation screen in front of him . it’s hard to make out anything between the roaring flame of re - entry into the atmosphere , but he can see the rocky ground that comes towards him ----- and then vanishes only a second later . 𝐈𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 . much more of this and he’s sure the metal in the room might start to melt . it’s like being in an oven , only a really big one . ❝ you’re really in for it now , doctor . ❞ he says to himself as he submits to his fate and slides into the incredibly hot leather chair before the control console . the heat doesn’t bother him , the destruction of the ship will .
he realises on a moment of contact that he can’t touch the centre stick ; it burns his hand quite considerably . so instead , he pulls off his coat and uses it to fix the position . one end tied around the handle , the other around a broken shard of metal . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 . at this point , the ship is almost completely vertical . the engines groan and protest , and just as he thinks this might end things quickly , the electronics backfire and the console bursts open right in front of him .
he finds himself on the floor shortly after , face scarred from the explosion of hot metal and flame . and , from what he can tell through the plexiglass window built into top of the craft , back to square one . space , again , and on a collision course . only , this time , there’s no control whatsoever to be had . 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 , minus the fact that he no longer has a coat and that he’s bleeding , and the last couple of conscious souls on the ship have passed out , too . it’s very much a hopeless situation , for so long as he cannot alter the journey of the ship or impact anything outside . he needs a new idea , but the hotter it gets the harder it is to focus . all he can do is turn to look at the person on the floor he’s fallen beside and note how they’ve stopped breathing . they all need a miracle right about now .
still , he struggles on anyway . he pulls himself across the floor back to the console to see if there’s anything left of it . to see if there’s anything that can be done in a desperate attempt to not let this be the end of them all . @createherself
