The blaring sound of the alarm clock echoed through the room, a certain thin arm reached out and silenced the noise. His red eyes blinked open, taking a moment to adjust to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. As his consciousness fully returned, a sense of familiarity settled in; a sensation he had come to know all too well.
Another day, he muttered to himself, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. There was no point in lingerie. But no reason to do anything either. He knew exactly what the day would bring; the same routines, the same activities, and the same fights.
He sat idly on the side of the bed, weak grey lights washed all over him. A shadow cast across his face. There was nothing in his mind. Nothing to think of. Just a silent, blank world.
His delicate bony fingers glided across the crisp white sheets. How frail they seemed. They ran through his long, unkempt white hair as he held his head back and closed his eyes.
"What should I do today?" He mused to himself, as he stood up, stretching the last fragments of his sleep away. He didn't bother picking up his phone, heading straight out, to escape this gloomy place.
He did things like he'd planned to do.
Repaying his debt is gonna be gruelling, taking up to tens of thousands of loops. He doesn't know it, but he was sure he was nowhere even close to that number. He doesn't know whether he has what it takes, but he is willing to put lots of faith into his endurance. He's survived this long anyway.
He'd learned of the clone's daily activity, following them and watching them from afar. He watched them wander around and began to draw out a mental map. He knew where they'd be at certain times and where they were heading.
A few loops later, he put his plans in motion.
He showered them with gifts, engaging in conversations as well. It wasn't as hard as he thought it was gonna be. They accepted him as quickly as it was to earn a dog's trust.
Their innocent nature and tendencies to not hold grudges is what makes it easier to get to know them. They're generally very easy to please. And since he was sticking close to them, pampering and spoiling them rotten at every given chance, well you know what that's gonna cause.
At some point they declare him the SISTERs favourite person. This really does put a smile on his face.
However, it still stung to experience those blank, fearful gazes of theirs. To have them think of him as something and then go back to absolutely 0 the next day is painful. But to try and handle all of those every single time is just a form of torture.
He had lost count of the amount of times he's endured this kind of beating. He just had to take a break at some point.
8
This time, he met with the others, one at a time. He took his time getting to know them. Perhaps he'd formed a one-sided bond with them as well. He knew he was fond of them at some point. He regarded them the same as the clones. He wanted them safe.
It was a good thing he knew they would be. Because no harm will ever befall them, no chance of that ever happening. Except for one. And she was the one whom he'd met with the most.
He didn't remember how it happened, but the whole thing deviated too far out. He and the kid didn't immediately go back, instead they went elsewhere. Anywhere she goes he'd follow out of both curiosity and concern for her well being.
The kid didn't showcase any signs of suspicion or wariness of his constant presence. In fact, it was the opposite. She showed clear interest in his protectiveness towards her.
She would display surprise towards his knowledge of her friends and how much he knew of them. That was always the trigger for her immediate trust. She thought he was an old friend of theirs.
She wasn't the only one though. Both Ruiko and Uiharu too showed attraction, but never caused any deviation, even when he actively tried to cause it.
He knew there was something that he could've done to take this… things he has with them even further. Even Yomikawa encouraged it every time, but didn't want to answer when he asked what it was, only staring at him with a shit eating smirk in silence.
But whatever it is, after going through more than 200 loops of constant repetition of doing these alone, he simply does not have the necessary patience to redo it all.
8
The blaring sound of the alarm clock echoed through the room, a certain thin arm reached out and silenced the noise. His red eyes blinked open, taking a moment to adjust to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. As his consciousness fully returned, a sense of familiarity settled in; a sensation he had come to know all too well.
He huffed, forcing his body up and heading straight out of this fucking place.
He shied away from the bright light. He glared right back at the sun, a hint of killing intent escaping his gaze. He jumped over the railing and landed right on his foot, a small gust of dust settled like a ripple.
He doesn't feel like meeting people today. So he just walked around, wandering wherever he felt like going. Coffees in hand, he chugged them all to the point of hyperdrive.
Mentally, he's completely worn out. He hates how people are forgetting him every single fucking time. Yes, it wasn't their fault. And yes, it's not like they can do anything about it. But it still doesn't change the fact that he's the only one feeling these stupid emotions.
He would sit on top of buildings, just watching, idling and drinking his mind away. Sleeping would be the most effective way he could waste time.
His thoughts had gone astray. He would think of going back to his old ways, experimenting things to experience new things. What's so good about getting to know people anyway? He's met all kinds of people. Many of which are the same with different bodies and faces, ages and genders.
They're all the same. Their red blood would flow across the street, a crimson river. Their screams, their begs and the moans of the damned. Their wretched souls would cry just like how he'd suffered.
But it would eventually come back to a circle. Back to those boredom. Back to the idling all over again.
Fuck that.
What else is there to do? Something good. Something… fun… something he hasn't done.
"Hn."
An idea, like a switch flipped on.
"Talk about bodies."
There was something he's never done before. Something that he never truly indulges himself into thinking. He was too busy killing people back then. He has free reign over every life in this miserable world.
This wasn't out of the options either.
The thoughts came in a rush. Ruiko, Kuroko, Uiharu, Misaka and the clones. Yomikawa and that Yoshikawa bitch. There were thousands of others like them.
What do they feel like? To have his hands on their bo-
A hard knuckle hitting him square on his side pulled him out of this train of thoughts. "Get a hang of yourself, you bastard." He bit his tongue hard. He need to get the fuck out of here. Quick.
He took off flying up high. He didn't know how far he'd gone, but the sky was completely dark before he passed out from the lack of oxygen.
He wakes up, laid on his bed the next second, promising to never venture outside anymore, lest he do something that would burn itself deep into his head.
And for as long as he could, he would keep himself bedridden. Thinking. Once in a while watch the tv when he can't get his imagination up and running.
Oftentimes, for a few loops in a row, he would stay in bed with the most amount of movements he'd done only sitting down and stretching, maybe take a drink or two.
By the 100th loop, he no longer felt the need to turn the alarm off. It turns itself off after 5 minutes. And it wouldn't turn on again for the remainder of the day. He was thankful he'd set it that way when he first bought it.
Lights from the outside world would sometimes pierce through his eyelids. He can't help but immerse himself in its warmth, staring longingly outside into the blue sky. This feels just like those days all over again. Kept in the darkness of those facilities, never seeing the outside world.
As long as he's kept in a situation that's just like this, he can bear it. So long as he never laid a finger on any of the people on the streets again.
By the millionth loops, his mind had gone blank, his eyes no longer see, the images burnt into his mind no longer fresh. He was covered in his own thoughts, nothing was sinking in. There was nothing.
The buzzer rings of the alarm weren't heard, and the lights outside are nothing but grey. His body's turned into a completely lifeless state, a shell with no meaning and no purpose.
The 1st Ranked Level 5, Accelerator, is truly dead.
P.S. This took 20 minutes to make.
