Unceremoniously, Keith rolled out of bed, overcome with the dizzy and nauseous feeling that came with falling without control.
Ugh.
Breathing deeply in hopes to slow his pulse, Keith laid on the bare but dusty wooden planks that made up this small little hut in the middle of nowhere for a moment, wondering what the fuck he should do next.
It takes him a few doboshes before he decides that, next, he should make a mental list of all that's happened so far in this messed up timeline:
1) He went through a corrupted wormhole, and now is stuck living the same thing over and over, and dying and over and over.
2) He's died four times now, not including the wormhole thing that sent him back in time in the first place, because he didn't really die -unless he did and this was the afterlife.
(If that was true, then the afterlife was shit.)
3) This part of the mental list was split into four, one for each death so far:
A) Death #1 was the Galra shooting him while getting Red.
B) Death #2 was the Garrison shooting him, because he didn' plant enough bombs, or he didn't put them in the right place, or that he wasn't careful enough, he wasn't sure yet.
C) Death #3 was bombs, for he was a bit trigger happy that time and managed to set them off months early.
D) Death #4 was completely pathetic, but he was going though the caves, tripped in a puddle, hit his head, and the last thing he remembered was him blacking out, meaning that he died. Again.
4) He was now lying on the wooden floor boards with a headache, again, wondering what he should do next, something that would not get him killed. Again.
Keith rolled over into his back, and stared at the cracked ceiling. He was so glad that Lance, nor Pidge now that he thought about it, were there to see him die due to tripping over a puddle. A fricking puddle!
How bloody pathetic was that!
Standing up and stretching, Keith left his room for the kitchen, opening the single cupboard that contained food - he was going to need to steal from the Garrison truck, again - and left the hut without even glancing at the
Not that he needed to. He already knew what day it was, for it was always his birthday when he woke up after dying.
Was he ever going to be 18?After thinking long and hard (for the total time of about six minutes - the amount of time it takes to st each before training) Keith had decided that he needed a way to track the ways that he fucked up, and the reasons as to why he he fucked up, so he wouldn't do it again. It was bad enough that he was stuck the time loop with no known way of escaping it, there was no way that he was going to accept dying the same death over and over laying down.
There was no way that he could die by tripping over a puddle, of all thing, ever again.
His pride took too much of a fall the first time round.
He ended up stealing a leather notebook from the town's only arts and crafts store, a small run down corner shop with no security that lived on the edge of the dusty town. It was owned by an enthusiastic, but almost blind, man who was in his late 60s. It made Keith almost feel bad for robbing the guy with how pathetically easy it was to steal under the old man's nose. Almost.
He was pretty sure he needed the notebook more than the person who brought it in the first place, assuming that it was brought.
When he get back to the dusty shack in the middle of the desert (not home, this could never be called his home), the first thing he does is fill the stolen notebook out.
First he writes all the ways he had died, as well as why he thinks he had died.
(Some events like the Garrison he will never know but some like his previous death was so pathetically stupid he wishes that he doesn't needed to write this down)
After that he writes two lists. One of them is a list of things he should do, and the other is a list of things that he shouldn't do.
On the 'DO' list are things like 'not die', 'make bombs without dying', 'rescue Shiro without dying' and 'workout' (by this point he couldn't be bothered to keep writing the phrase 'without dying', as it was beginning to hurt his hand, but every time he read the list, there was an unspoken rule he had made with himself that it was there anyway). But compared to the 'DO NOT DO'list, it was comparatively short, mainly due to the fact that every two or three lines he would add the word 'die' in capital letters and made sure to make it bolder than the last, reminding himself that he dying was not on his other list. Other entries on this list are 'getting shot by the Garrison' and 'tripping over small inconvenient puddles in the middle of a cave that had lion carvings'.
Despite writing quite a lot of negative things in the notebook, he had a feeling the, because if the notebook, things were going to turn out better.
Unceremoniously, Keith rolled out of bed, overcome with the dizzy and nauseous feeling that came with falling without control.
Ugh.
Breathing deeply in hopes to slow his pulse, Keith laid on the bare but dusty wooden planks that made up this small little hut in the middle of nowhere for a moment, wondering if he should steal a different coloured notebook this time, because there was a very important not that he needed to add in the 'DO NOT DO' list.
'Do not distract Lance while he's driving Blue. He was a bad enough driver as it was.'
Dying while being so close to the end yet so farhurt.
