EXPLANATION: Rorschach, post Karnak adventure. Though not 'dead', he is assumed so, and what Jon has done is perhaps almost worse than Death. Rorschach finds himself falling through holes in time, visiting moments of his own past as his present self. Can he change anything? Or is this all how things are meant to be? Very AUish, I guess. Belongs to Allen Moore, not me. (OMG I'm back. O___Ol;;; sorry about that, folks. I moved and didn't have internet.)


Rorschach's Journal, date unknown. Last warp: The night of October 11th, 1985

Puked after last 'warp'. Feel terrible. Was much surprised to find self in posh hallway. The air reeked of the same disconcerting familiarity as everything else has. Half a mind to just sit in this hallway. Just sit and stay still and not do anything stupid. Yes. That was the idea. Then heard laughter. Familiar laughter, laughter that is often accompanied by violence and brutality. The Comedian's signature. Fate had delivered me to his front door, which was promptly kicked down.

"ALL YOUR FAULT!" I screamed. It was from his hints, his clues, his trail of breadcrumbs that made me aware of Veidt's plan. If he's not died in such a way, if the pin had not been found, had ignorance prevailed, death with the masses in the 'alien attack' would be mine. If this were to be changed...the yellow smiley, splattered with blood plucked carefully from the nearly dead mans' chest, before tossing him through the window.

Sit, help self to water from his fridge. No one will come. Walter will not know that this suicide was that of the clown. So I prayed for a moment, waiting for my 'warp'. The door made a squeaky noise as it opened. Veidt, garbed in black. Of course. His intention. I laugh. I laugh so hard. He stares.

"Blake is dead. And you are insane." Sat with him, told him his evil plan as he had told us. I stood to stretch. I saw him stoop. Time slowed as he flipped the yellow button like a quarter. I tackled him. No. No no. Just before I returned to the grey, the pin toppled over the edge of the window sill. For Walter to find the next morning.

It is dark here. It is lonely. I feel nihilistic. And sad.


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