Author's Notes: Bzzzt…Welcome to Hetalia Twilight Zone Stories again for another fun episode, which, this time, features Carmen, our OC of Florida. We have all experienced times of déjà vu, though probably in a not-so-intense coincidence as the one portrayed in this story.
Anyways…continue reading to find out what adventures await…in the Twilight Zone!
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The Repeating Revelation
A Hetalia Axis Powers / Twilight Zone story
Based on the episode Twenty Two
Starring…
Carmen – Florida
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Carmen is panting as she is running through a hospital basement.
"No," she thought frantically as she sprinted to an elevator and began punching the button like a madman. "I have to get out."
"I HAVE TO GET OUT!"
When the elevator finally opened, she clambered in and wildly pressed the button for the elevator to close.
As the doors slowly shut, Carmen breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that the elevator was headed toward the basement.
However, when she quickly exited the elevator, she saw that there was a giant door that had the number 22 on it. Below the number was one ominous word:
Morgue.
As she was about to turn around and run back into the elevator, a nurse came out of the shadows and stood in front of the girl.
"Room for one more, honey," she said in a devilish grin.
"Room for one more."
Carmen screamed out loud as the nurse began to approach her with her hands outstretched. She ran the other way, but the aspiration suddenly appeared in the direction where she was headed.
When the nurse was about to grab the poor girl, however, Carmen woke up in her hospital cot with sweat and tears all over her.
"Something is wrong with me," she thought frantically as she saw her doctor approach from the hallway.
"SOMETHING IS REALLY WRONG WITH ME!
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"This is Miss Carmen Jones. She's a state under Alfred and she's in the hospital as a result of overwork and nervous fatigue. And at this moment we have just finished walking with her in a nightmare and we'll remain at her side for the rest of her journey. The problem here is that both Miss Jones and you will reach a point where it might be difficult to decide which is reality and which is nightmare, a problem uncommon perhaps but rather peculiar to the Twilight Zone."
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Carmen's psychologist turned the corner and went to see his special patient, who was sweating and panicking…again.
"My God," he thought as he approached the girl cautiously. "She really needs to relax."
"Alfred must've given her hell if she went this far."
When he was in front of his patient, he forced himself to smile in order to, according to his psychology training, to make his patient feel more comfort, though his poor attempt at a grin just served to put Carmen on edge.
"Hello," he awkwardly said. "How's everything?"
Suddenly, he felt a medicine bottle bounce off his head.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?" she hollered with maniacal insanity.
As the psychologist let the girl calm herself down, he sat her up and started to talk to her in a professional manner.
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"So," he asked. "You had the same nightmare again?"
"Yes," she answered with as much sanity she could afford. "It always the Room 22 and a creepy nurse, saying that there is room for one more."
She began to shake nervously as she started to recall the dream that has haunted her for the past couple of weeks.
The psychologist bent down and slowly thought about what he has been told by his patient.
"So," he started slowly. "How does this dream start?"
Carmen closed her eyes as she thought meticulously about her recurring nightmare.
"There was a water cup," she slowly said as she held a hand to her head. "I tried to grab it, but it fell on the ground and cracked."
"I then got scared, ran into the elevator, went into the basement, and saw the room."
She shuddered at the thought that she had the dream etched into her memory.
The psychologist sighed as he got up from his chair.
"Try not to touch the water cup," he suggested. "Focus on something else."
"This might break the cycle of the dream."
Carmen smiled at hearing his sage advice as the psychologist began to inject a calming sedative into the girl's body.
"I'll try that," she answered sheepishly as the medicine started to take effect. "That sounds…fine."
As Carmen started to lull herself into a sedated sleep, the psychologist started to wander away from her bedside and head down the corridor to his next patient.
"Strange," he thought to himself as he walked at a moderate pace. "How does she know about the morgue behind Room 22?"
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Carmen opened her eyes and found that she was in her dream (or nightmare, depending on the point of view) again. She slowly got out of the bed and saw the water cup sitting innocuously on the pedestal beside her.
"Okay," she thought as carefully tried to avoid the pedestal. "Avoid the water cup."
"Avoid the water -."
Unfortunately, she thought too hard about trying to avoid the cup that she unconsciously still knocked it over, triggering a resonating crack that echoed throughout the room.
Then, before she knew what was happening, she suddenly started to panic and repeated the dream to its ghastly conclusion.
When she finally woke up, Carmen screamed for all it was worth, attracting the attention of a team of nurses that entered the work at lightning speed.
"It's haunting me!" she shrieked as the nurses began to try and calm the girl down.
"THE DREAM'S HAUNTING ME!"
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Months of therapy later…
Carmen was confidently striding through the airport as she was headed to Honolulu, Hawaii for a party thrown by her parents and siblings, who were all celebrating the success of her rehabilitation.
As she got her ticket for her American Airlines flight, she saw that the flight was curiously called Flight 22.
She then started to panic as she saw that ghastly number, but, using advice given to her by the psychologist, she did her breathing exercises and took her rapid pulse down to a normal beat.
"I already got over this hump," she told herself as she headed for the security check line. "There's nothing to fear."
"I'm in total control of myself."
She calmly proceeded through the line and retrieved her bag on the other side once the security guard gave her permission to do so. However, Carmen, out of the corner of her eye, noticed that there was a lady, who was carrying a vase, arguing with another security officer.
Though she didn't hear the argument that ensued between the two individuals, Carmen saw the lady drop the vase onto the ground, which caused a loud smash that permeated the area.
Carmen then started to panic as she quickly raced to her terminal and sat down on a seat.
"Stay cool, Carmen," she thought as she started to nervously fumble with her fingers. "It's just a coincidence."
"There's nothing supernatural about anything going on here."
After a couple of minutes pacing around nervously around the airport and drinking a substantial amount of coffee, Carmen then heard that her flight was boarding and thus went to get in line to board the plane.
As she was about to give her ticket to the airline employee, Carmen looked up and saw that the person looked exactly like the nurse in her dream.
"Room for one more, honey," the woman said in the same eerie tone as the nurse in the dream.
Then, all hell broke loose.
Carmen lost her sanity and ran out of the line, screaming like a psychotic animal. As some people tried to calm the girl down, an explosion rocked the airport.
As everybody, Carmen included, turned to see what happened, they all saw Flight 22 on fire.
When authorities rushed to the scene and civilians scrambled into different directions, the girl saw the airline attendant who gave her such grief wink once and disappear into the crowd.
In pure shock, Carmen fainted silently on the ground as medics quickly retrieved her and brought her to a nearby hospital.
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"Miss Carmen Jones, state under Alfred. Hospital diagnosis: acute anxiety brought on by overwork and fatigue. Prognosis: with rest and care, she'll probably recover. But the cure to some nightmares is not to be found in known medical journals. You look for it under 'potions for bad dreams' - to be found in the Twilight Zone."