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The sound of the clock ticking and tocking, ticking and tocking and ticking and tocking courses through his ears. For an insurmountable time that he is stuck in here, this is one of the many sounds that has been with him throughout it all. Still ticking and tocking to him, tempting him, teasing him, mocking him for how he is just sitting on his lonesome self, in a blue, dimly lighted room. The sound of it continues on that it almost sounded comforting to his ears but is about how he could describe it.

For how long he is trapped here, in this cursed place that those Flesh Monsters put him in, he has no idea. For all he knows that he felt older, taller, feeling weaker and weaker because of the monsters slowly sucking both his life and his powers out of him to be used for their own gains, parasites is what they are, parasites that feasts on whatever they grab their flesh on to sustain its own dominion over the city. Despite all of that, he still remained strong from the siphoning abilities of the flesh monster. Another thing that he knows is that this must have been his umpteenth cycle, not sure what specific number of cycles but still there. Yes, he remembers what happened and every other happenings from the previous versions of him up until today.

Each and every time that he did what he thought would break it, he always ended up in this place; alone, betrayed and depressed as the memory of the previous cycle came back in his mind, torturing him for every failed attempt to break the cycle by the very same monster that put him in that place. And it didn’t help that there was someone else that caused him to be in this place to begin with.

Her

The same girl that he saved from the man with a sack on his head and with a shotgun. The same girl that he drifted with through the sea and onto the main lands where they continue on their adventure to stop the Black Tower. The same girl that he helped in the school from the bullies and from the teacher. The same girl that he helped with in the hospital and from the Doctor and vice versa, helped him back. The same girl that he always sees as a companion, a partner, a buddy, a friend. A friend that never stated her name was but was familiar with because of the loop. A friend, after learning from many past loops, named …. Six.

Friend

That is what he always thinks when he is around her, he keeps her safe and company, she also keeps him company and helps him out whenever he gets sucked into those TVs that makes his head hurt. We both look after each other from the very day he saved her, but it looks like in the end, it is not really that. After saving her from the Thin Man and from the Flesh Monster’s control inside of the Black Tower, they both were about to leave the tower together, that is how he always imagined to be after he saves her, but when he was holding onto her from the ledge. He expected her to pull him up, like she always does, what I didn’t expect was that she pulled her hand off of him. 

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