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>> easter_egg: RESET found
>> --- diverting from DEAD end.
>> Reboot new path.
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She thought the next feeling she would feel was the cold blade of the knife slicing through her flesh.
Instead she felt a hard smack towards the ground, accompanied by pain surging through her side.
She opened one of her eyes, peeking out just a bit, perplexed by what had just occured. It shouldn't be possible for her to feel pain now.
Her friend laid in front of her, still as a statue..... but how? They shouldn't be able to see each other in this cycle, let alone speak. As she opened her mouth to say something, she finally noticed.
her hair, her eyes, her arms, her guts, her lungs, her blood.
but where was the dark haired girl's torso?
Screams and shrieks filled the air as the brunette gazed blankly at her best friend.
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the reset. where was it?
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The next few months felt surreal. She went through the hospital, the funeral, the therapist, the gazes of pity. But she was only waiting for one thing. The reset.
It happened every time, right? It was always the same thing. Her black-haired friend resetted, they spent time together, they were torn apart and the cycle continued. It was always like that. It had to be like that.
So why was she alone? She waited for the breaking railings, the sudden illness -hell even for the illogical swinging blade to fly towards her. She never thought she would, but she prayed to die. But the harbringer of death didn't come to her, never even showing as much as its cloak.
For the past months, she never felt anything but emptiness. But as an idea came to her, her cold dead heart came to life.
I'll just have to do what she did.
A smile stretched across her features. She would build a time machine.
She was a useless being.
A worthless existence.
Scum.
How could she ever hope to reach her friend's genius? Ever since her last resolve, she had worked and worked and worked. Studied, read, slaved over any material she could find. All fueled by the hope that she could meet her friend once again.
Deep inside, she had expected this outcome. Hoping to build a time machine without the basic science foundation her friend possessed was near to impossible. It had already been over a year, waiting longer might render a reset permanently impossible.
As she flung her notes off her desk, she cursed her own incompetence. Why did this cycle leave her? Her friend didn't deserve to die. The black-haired girl had skewed the cycle, and now she just couldn't reset the same way.
Was she stuck with this end?
The glint of the scissors on her workbench acted as the reply.
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It was simple theory.
Say for example, the time machine was the system.
Her friend was always the brain, so she had powered the system. But when a system's brain is gone, things would definitely stop working.
With her trembling hands, she plunged the scissors' blades into her abdomen.
If her own previous deaths could be counted as an auto reset, then she would just have to carry out a different one now that the system couldn't work.
She dragged the blades to the other side of her abdomen, snipping the scissors as she went.
One that she could do.
She fell to the floor, writhing in pain. She had to make her death similar as the intended end, just to make sure. She wept in pain while pulling out her organs -she wasn't sure what exactly.
A more primitive solution.
Tears obscured her vision as she began fading from reality. She raised her tool and with one last stab, it was done.
