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Time Loop Meme

Something terrible has happened. Something terrible is happening. Something terrible will happen. You're caught in an eternal loop of the same sequence of events and you don't know how to make it stop.

» Post with your characters.
» Roll for a number.
» Play out the events of the thread. The timeline ends with your death.
» Repeat.

Cause of Loop
1. YOUR DEATH
It's all because someone doesn't want you to die. They can't accept it - you can't accept it.

2. THEIR DEATH
They're that one special person you can't live without. It's all your fault. You can fix it, you know you can. Just one more time, just one more time.

3. FAILURE
It's not an option. You're going to continue to do this until you succeed.

4. PURGATORY
There's something you need to come to terms with. You're not allowed to go until you have.

5. YOUR CHOICE
There are a billion reasons for time travelers.

Loop Number

FIRST
It's your first time dying and coming back. You don't know what happened, you're just in your bed again. Maybe it's a week before, maybe it's a year before. All of that must have been a dream. Time to go on with life as usual!

FIFTH
It wasn't a dream and it keeps happening. The same events, the same terrible sequence.

FIFTEEN
You know the drill now. You know the name of the song that's going to play, you know the order of the guy in front of you at the coffee shop, you know all your mistakes. You can fix it, you can make it better, you can't stand seeing someone die again.

ONE HUNDRED
You're apathetic. Maybe you've lost all hope. Everyone is going to die and you take solace in what little time you have with them. You know the exact moment when it's all hopeless.

FINAL
You know how to make it stop. It's over. Whatever was causing the loops has stopped and you can move on with your life. Maybe it's all left you a little reckless, maybe you simply can't adjust. Maybe you're now a very old soul trapped in a young body.

RANDOMIZE
At any point. Any respawn. Your choice.

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[I LOVE TIME LOOPS, COME ROLL SOME TRAGEDY AT ME]

[ She could have given up a long time ago. Kanaya has seen so much death already in her life, that she should be able to give up and just say goodbye to Karkat, and let the world continue on as it all appears to want to be. But she's a Sylph of Time. At least now she is. This should be something she can fix.

And yet... in a thousand different ways she's had to see Karkat's almost temptingly bright candy red blood in front of her, and had to reset everything to try again and fix it.

This shouldn't be so difficult. She knows what he's going to do, what he will say. It's always the same, at least in the beginning. But then a house lands on him, or a chainsaw ends up lodged in his chest while fighting imps, or he falls straight off a cliff. Things that should be able to be avoided and yet they happen over and over.

It's tiring. Kanaya would give up but everytime she sees her best friend looking at her when she resets makes her want to just try a little more.

And here she is again, deciding to do something different this time. Because whaqt could go wrong? ]

...I am attempting to protect you from an untimely loss of your life, and have been attempting to do so for what feels like an innumerable amount of timeline resets, and have yet to be successful. So, if you could, I'd appreciate it if you tried not to die this time. Which, if circumstances were different, I think I would probably find that more than a little funny to say.

[ Because she hasn't already been mentally reliving her various mistakes every day.]

[ Ayyyyyy ]

Edited 2016-02-20 00:26 (UTC)

[muffled 'another one bites the dust' in the distance]

[But Lemmy wasn't in Mario's Time Machine!?]

[ HACKING TO THE GATE ]

Edited 2016-02-20 08:37 (UTC)

[If Tsugumi knew what would happen in that nightmarescape, she wouldn't ever step inside. Heck, she wouldn't leave her house at all.

Upon entering, she somehow didn't notice that Chitoge was following her. Later, she would blame herself for not paying enough attention to her surroundings. The nightmarescape itself didn't seem to be complex in particular nor the familiars wandering around inside too strong. While she was fighting some of them, Tsugumi noticed a well-known red ribbon. At the same time, the ground under her feet started to shake.

Something was coming. Something way more powerful than these foes.]

Milady, stay back—!

[She's never been the person to order people around, especially Chitoge, but when her friend's safety is at the stack, she'll do anything to ensure that Milady will come back safe and sound.

Expecting the nightmare to emerge from below somewhere nearby, she stands her ground, preparing herself to attack it. She's mistaken, however—the nightmare appears out of thin air, just before Chitoge.]

MILADY!

[Her scream fills the air and if she only could make another wish, it definitely would be for Chitoge to dodge that powerful attack. It's impossible, though. Even though she rushes to her side, Tsugumi can only watch as Chitoge's body is pierced with powerful dark magic before the nightmare dematerializes. She's simply too far to make it on time, and when she finally does, Chitoge's body is already disappearing.]

Milady...! Milady, it can't be happening...Chitoge! CHITOGE!

[She's trying to embrace the other girl, but every time she touches a part of her body, her hand goes through it. There's no telling when the tears have started rolling down her face, but she can barely see anything now. Her whole body is trembling as she whispers her friends name and as the time goes her voice becomes more and more louder until Chitoge's body disappear completely. Her desperate cry as she curls up on the ground makes the remaining familiars step away.]

CHITOGE!!

[The next moment everything becomes even more blurry before turning black. When she opens her eyes again, she's back in her house. Still crying, she stands in front of the mirror, hoping that it has been just a bad dream.]

M-Milady...please...answer me...

[ It's late at night when Chitoge hears her mirror go off. Her hair's a mess and her pajamas are frumpy, so she's definitely tempted to just roll back over and fall back asleep, but once she sees who's trying to get in touch with her, she puts that thought aside and touches her Soul Gem to the surface of the mirror. It's definitely weird for her to want to talk this late, so she assumes something's up as she blearily answers... ]

Tsugumi..?

[ Chitoge's not the most observant person in the world. But it doesn't take a detective to notice the tears streaming down Tsugumi's face, or how distressed her call is...she doesn't know what's wrong, but if someone hurt Tsugumi, there was going to be hell to pay. Tsugumi never ever cries, so whatever happened, it must have been terrible...

First things first, though... ]

What's going on? Are you okay? Where are you, I'll be there in a second..!

[ She's already scouring through drawers, mirror in hand, ready to change to head out to Tsugumi's house... ]

[Tsugumi reaches out her hand to touch the surface of the mirror, letting her fingertips brush over the glass when Chitoge appears on the other side. She can't even answer properly any of her questions as she just stares at her friend, sobbing softly and wiping her tears. Was it really just a nightmare? It was so realistic, too. It's all too confusing for Tsugumi, but the most important thing is that Chitoge's safe.

It takes a while for her to calm down a little and speak up:]

I think...I had a nightmare, Milady. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to wake you up. We can meet in the morning...

It must have been a pretty bad nightmare, to make you cry like that. ...I'm coming over anyway.

[ She's already picked out an outfit; there's no way she's not going to head over there now. Tsugumi is crying, and even if it was just a nightmare...well, Tsugumi usually is far better than that, and the tears coming down her face...

She shouldn't be alone right now. ]

You can tell me about it when I get there. ...I want to know what happened, and I want to help, if I can. Don't apologize for waking me.

Edited 2016-02-20 21:43 (UTC)

[Once Chitoge makes up her mind there's no way to stop her and Tsugumi's in no condition for trying to make her listen to reason. Thankfully, their houses aren't too far away from each other, so it should be fine.]

I'm sorry for apologizing, I suppose...

[At the end of the sentence she sniffles loudly and musters up a smile, but it's not very convincing. After they agree to meet in a short while, Tsugumi moves away from the mirror and walks straight to the entrance door. Chitoge should be here real soon, after all. Actually, she can't just stay inside and walks out, looking around. Until she can see and hug Chitoge, she won't be able to shake off the anxiousness.]

It's okay. I'll be over there in a second. Just hang on, okay, Tsugumi?

[Thankfully, she heads over there quickly, getting changed into her typical clothes the second she closes the pocket-mirror and heading out as fast as she can. It's a good thing that they live so close, because it just means Chitoge can run right over there, as athletic as she is.

Not three minutes pass before Chitoge runs right up to Tsugumi's side; seems like she has the same idea, because the first thing she does is wrap her up in an embrace. ]

Tsugumi...whatever it is you saw in that nightmare, I'm here for you.

[It's so embarrassing; she's supposed to protect Chitoge, not to make her run across the street in the middle of the night just to cheer her up after waking up from a bad dream.

Was it really a dream, though? The question continues to haunt her as they enter Tsugumi's house and she prepares a tea for both of them. With Chitoge by her side, she calms down pretty quickly.

Her house looks pretty much the same like the last one she was renting back in Japan, although she has been planning to redecorate it for a while now. The only additions are a mirror, bigger than the one in the bathroom and clock showing the hour and the date since she thought that keeping track of how many days they have been in Nyoi-Cho seemed to be important.

When she gets back to the living room, Tsugumi notices that something's wrong with the date—it's showing the 20th again while it should be 21st already. It upsets her a little, but she hasn't been paying much attention to it before, so it may as well be broken for a while now.

After serving the tea, she sits down in front of her friend, and musters up a smile.]

Thank you for coming, Milady. I'm not sure myself what happened, but I'm feeling much better now. I'll walk you home later.

[Tsugumi takes a deep breath; even if it was just a dream, it wouldn't hurt to ask Chitoge of one thing:]

Could you please stay at home for a couple of nights?

[Which basically means no nightmare fighting for a while.]

You're my friend, Tsugumi. I couldn't leave you alone, not with you looking that distressed...but I'm glad you're feeling a little better, I mean, it's not like anything you saw happened for real.

[ She sips her tea and seems to mull that over... ]

Did...something happen to me, in your dream? You can tell me, Tsugumi. It was just a dream, after all.

[Tsugumi's ready to jump at Chitoge and pull her into a hug (even though she's still drinking her tea), but holds herself back because of the question.

She's a terrible liar, but maybe tonight she'll be lucky and she'll manage to pull it off?]

Nothing at all! Really! You weren't even present in my dream, Milady...

[She's overdone it, hasn't she...]

Really..?

[ That...doesn't seem likely, considering her reaction, but... ]

Then...what happened?

Uh...

[She's really trying hard to come up with something believable, but her mind goes blank.]

I'll tell you everything if you promise me that you'll stay at home. You followed me to one of the nightmarescapes and...

[How is she supposed to say that out loud?]

I got hurt, huh?

[ That's the only thing she can think of, that would make her react the way she did. If she got scuffed up really badly, or if she... ]

...You don't have to say any more. But...it was just a dream. It's not like something terrible is going to happen to me...

[There's no way in the world Tsugumi would spell it out, but at this point Chitoge probably has an idea what happened in the dream.]

Of course not.

[That's enough weeping for one night.]

Because I'll protect you no matter what. And I'll be even more careful from now on.

But if a Nightmare comes...I want to make sure I can protect you, too, Tsugumi. I don't want you going out by yourself, either...

So if something bad happens, we should stick together, okay?

I insist—

[She recognizes that tone; it always meant that Chitoge wouldn't back down, no matter what. Her pleas won't change anything.]

Alright, we'll stick together. No sneaking out or anything of the sort. Do you want to stay the night here or should I walk you home?

[There's no point in making Chitoge stay awake this late.]

Since it's already late, I wouldn't want you to go out already. You should get some rest, since you woke up in the middle of the night...

I'll just sleep on the couch. The rest will do you some good. ...You'll have nothing to worry about, I promise. It was just a dream...

But I woke you up in the middle of the night as well!

[It may be a small thing to Chitoge, but Tsugumi will probably dwell on it for a few more days. If not weeks.]

On the couch?! There's simply no way I'd let you sleep on the couch, Milady! My bed is your bed.

[Most likely, she's not mentioning her dream anymore on purpose.]

Eh, I probably would've woken up anyway. It's supposed to storm, isn't it? You know how I get with the thunder and lightning...

But I mean, if you don't mind me rolling around and all, you know I'm not exactly easy to sleep with...

[Chitoge's right; when she looks through the window, heavy, black clouds have already started gathering in the night sky. Tsugumi was never scared of lightning but still she feels a bit uneasy.]

Of course I don't mind! I'm already used to it, even...

[It doesn't matter that the last time they were sleeping in one bed was a good few years ago.],/small>

Go to bed, Milady. I'll do the cleaning and join you soon.

[It's an all too awful nightmare that just won't leave his head.

He doesn't even remember most of it. He just remembers little snippets here and there. He's battered and bloody (but then, what else is new?), and he is so, so tired. Time and time again he's knocked off his feet, and time and time again he forces himself to rise up again.

Because he has to. Because he can't let things end this way (what way? how?).

It's just him and the monster he's facing off against (except there's something different about this one, isn't there?), until it suddenly isn't. Until others arrive - familiar faces - and the tide of battle turns.

He wants to scream. He thinks he does scream (Stop it! Holy shit, stop. I got this, just-- look, pull back, okay? I've got it under control, I've got-- for fuck's sake, look at him. Don't you recognize who that is?!), but he doesn't know if his voice ever reaches them.

He supposes not. Or, well... if it did, then they simply didn't care. This part of the nightmare seems particularly blurry and disjointed, and he has trouble making sense of his own words and actions.

Don't you recognize who that is?!

Should they? Should anyone? It's just a monster, isn't it?

But then the monster is falling. Is dying. And then it hits him all at once just who this "monster" is, and he's shouting out a name.

The nightmare ends here.

He tries to shake it out of his mind, really he does. He shrugs it off spitefully. He preoccupies himself with other things. But always, always his mind comes back to it. And he realizes... this isn't going to leave his mind until he does something about it, is it? God. Seriously, just fuck Gary.

Even as he reaches for his phone, he feels like the world's biggest idiot. Just a fucking dream, get a grip, Strider. But he's worried, and given recent events - given what he knows about Gary - it's incredibly hard for him to dismiss his worries as irrational. Even if it is just a dream, it's founded in fears that are all too real.]

hey
i heard about what happened

and
ok dont get me wrong
its not that i dont think youre an immense prick who got what was coming to you
or even that i give a shit what happens to you

but
i dunno
i guess
itd suck if you turned into a giant monster and tried to eat everybody or something??

[ugh typing this out makes him feel really fucking dumb. well... dumber.]

seriously why am i the only one who considers shit like this its a legit concern

anyway what im trying to get at is
before you lock yourself up for weeks again and just let your wounds fester or whatever
if you need to stock up on medical supplies my item alchemization powers never stopped being a thing
so
let me know maybe

[ughhhh lame lame lame. he can't even bring himself to look over the shit he's typing.]

id offer to like
take you to see jane since shes got healing powers that probably make the worlds best medicine look like a complete joke but
to be honest i dont even know how shed react if i took you to see her
like im not sure if i could
i dunno
trust her to not flip on me or go reserve an express trip to the wacky shack for one dave strider without me knowing

man this is dumb
shes my fucking friend and im talking about how i dont know if i can trust her
its so fucking awesome feeling like all of my friends are constantly talking about me behind my back and sharing new deets on my latest fuckups as they plot out ways to get me to do what they want because apparently im a huge idiot who cant be trusted to make decisions for myself

and alright fine
i guess if theres one thing my friendship or whatever the fuck it could even be called with you has established its that all of that is basically true
and continues to be true i guess given what im doing right now??
because who am i kidding with this i dont give a fuck what happens to you spiel
not me and definitely not you given that you always seemed to have this way of knowing exactly how im feeling about a thing at any given moment even if i tried to hide it from you
so yeah
i admit it
i gave more than a few shits about you and for some reason continue to have shits to give despite the horseshit you put me through
so clearly ive got some serious brain issues i need to be working out here

[WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING]

oh my god
jesus christ what the fuck
why did i send you any of that
why am i even talking to you
i shouldnt be talking to you why the fuck am i
holy fuck i cant believe the shit flowing forth from my fingertips right now i mean just look at all this shit i filled your screen with
look at all the proverbial shits im giving
its just this neverending stream of shit spewing out of me like a goddamn geyser
old faithful aint got shit on me
its like a shit fountain trying to pass itself off as willy wonkas chocolate river
i cant even believe myself i mean this is unprecedented levels of plain fucking sad
im reaching unfathomable echelons of patheticness with you
striving for exciting new heights
going where no man has ever thought to go before
im like that retarded dog that keeps panting and licking the face of the neighbors cat no matter how many times it gets clawed in the eyes for its trouble
i make fuckin caligula look well adjusted and sane
seriously just look at me getting hella chumped by you all the goddamn time
in the process of continuing to get hella chumped by you even as the carpets been pulled out from under you and left you lying on your ass
im the biggest fucking moron that ever walked the earth
just call me chumpy mcchumperson, esteemed director of the department of chumpology

[oh god somebody please kill him]

anyway
this wasnt supposed to be this long i was literally just supposed to offer you some fucking bandaids and leave it at that
so
i guess
ill do that before this can run any farther away from me until its hitting rock bottom and im writing shitty shakespearean sonnets in which everything is a thinly veiled metaphor for my raging cocklust for backstabbing pricks
which by this point might actually be a fucking relief because it would at least explain why everything about this is so unbelievably dumb
hell actually i take it back it might be a step up from my increasingly delusional fuckwitted blabbering about how i
for some reason
have copious quantities of shit to give about you as a person like youre not an irreconcilably terrible dude??
finding out that yeah its k my brain isnt defective enough that i actually find a single redeeming quality in you i just have some dumb fetish for getting screwed over in a completely metaphorical sense might be downright reassuring
wow isnt it great that we got that figured out
now i can rest easy knowing im not a hundred percent insane
just maybe 80%
award me a gold medal for sanity

fuck im doing it again arent i
oh my god i shouldnt be allowed near electronic devices

ok look
you probably dont want to see me right now
and im not exactly leaping at the prospect of seeing you
so
i can leave the stuff by your door if you want
i guess
and you can do us both a favor and forget 90% of the shit i just threw up on your screen because lets be real it was all pretty dumb
this is pretty dumb too
im dumb
which i guess you knew about and capitalized on so its not like im blowing your mind here
me being dumb isnt a real shocking revelation or even a mildly interesting one

[ok he seriously needs to wrap this the fuck up already christ]

man whatever dont reply to any of that
just give me a y/n answer
its practically impossible for me to screw up and vomit up a fucking thesis in response to a y/n answer
i hope
for once dont be a prick
spare both our brains the agony ok

No

[And it would have been as simple as that, had Gary and Dave been capable of carrying a simple conversation. As it were, the instinct to shut him down and leave it at that was short lived.

Also being told to do one thing guarantees he'll do the opposite.]

Okay, you know what? I hate to ruin the mental gymnastics you just pulled to give psychological reason to your batshit behavior but you are actually out of your mind.

This is coming from someone who has come dangerously close to being locked up. Not that I'm claiming to be out of my mind, seeing as I've never been more IN my mind, but conventionally speaking - by "normal" societal standards I am probably considered not all there. And you've far surpassed me in that department so really seriously think about it some more.

Let me explain to you, just in case you honestly don't get it because as you've stated yourself, you're dumb, why: I used you. I tricked you. I laughed at you and not with you. I made your life hell and you didn't even realize it. And here you are. Look what you're doing.

Any sane person would learn their lesson but instead you opt to continue being a fucking weakling about it.

Seriously what's your end game? Sometimes I wonder if you're actually a mastermind playing ME for a fool because honestly no one can be this stupid. But then I remember who you are and I laugh at myself for even considering such a ridiculous thing. Instead I'm resigning myself to the fact that people as dumb as you really, truly, exist.

[And it makes him angry. Maybe not for that reason, but after everything that happened, after having fallen so far from the top, to have Dave text him with his offer as if he's so above gloating or even flat out ignoring him - it boils his blood. As much as he's angry at other parties involved, he can't help but direct it at Dave now. Then again, what else is new?]

Or maybe you really wanted a reaction. Maybe you had hope that I would text you back with how wrong I was or some bullshit. To give you hints about how I'm in pain or how pissed off I am so you can get some satisfaction in knowing some bullshit justice was served.

You know if you told me that I'd probably have at least a small iota of respect for you. But that's once again expecting too much.

God you are just the absolute worst I cant even put it properly into words. I guess what I'm trying to say is

Go fuck yourself.

[Oh, no.

No no no no. What are these words appearing on his screen? No. Hell no. Hell fucking no.

Just ignore him, Strider. You made your stupid offer. It's over now. Done with. Just get on with your goddamn life, and if he does turn into a horrible monster and decide to level half the town in his ensuing shitfit, well. Not your problem. You offered, he refused. That's on him now.

So just walk away. Put the fucking phone down.

Do not-- aw, fuck it, his fingers are already moving.]

what
the actual fuck
is your problem

[This conversation is actually physically making him ill, because fuck if he won't admit that Gary sort of has a point about everything he just said.

As fucking usual.

Again, irredeemably terrible dude, worst person Dave has ever had the misfortune of meeting, etc, god why the fuck does he even care what happens to this guy? If he turns into a disgusting man-eating monster, it'd be no less than what he deserves.

Fuck him. Fuck him fuck him fuck him.]

for the record no i didnt really want a reaction
fuck your reaction you can go ram it right up your ass for all i care
like seriously im pretty sure i made it clear that a reaction was literally the last thing i wanted
what part of A SIMPLE Y/N ANSWER WILL DO did you not get
chimpanzees would score higher on a literacy test than you

[Get angrier, Dave. It fuels him. It also makes this easier because these feelings are far more familiar.]

Dave hahaha you moron
You couldn't even begin to comprehend the concept of "simple". That's why you sent me an essay on how you wanted a y/n answer.
I understand you have to make up for the fact that you have the mental capacity of a slug with half a brain but it honestly is too much.

I almost pity you sometimes.

[He's about to unload on Gary, just unleash all of his frustration and anger.

But he stops, because he's hit a point where he doesn't even know where to begin. Every time he's ever felt slighted by Gary, every time Gary's made him feel lower than dirt - it all blends together in his mind and what the fuck is wrong with him, Jesus Christ. This is just proof that he's a slackjawed moron who's got something seriously wrong with his brain. Gary's a piece of shit, plain and simple. He shouldn't be spending so much effort on this.

His head hurts.]

you know what
ive decided i dont actually hate myself enough to want to inflict this miserable conversation on future me
bye

[And if Gary really does turn into a monster... if he really does die...

There's that voice niggling at the edge of his brain, telling him he'll regret this for the rest of his life if his dream turns into reality.

He heartily flips said voice dual birds and ignores it in favor of spending the rest of his day on something, anything, else.

Gary can take care of himself. It's not his problem. None of this is his problem. He's done thinking about this.]

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