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Log 1. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins. Slight shuffling is heard on the recorder before a voice is detected, it's owner sounds to be a young man, somber and tired as the log begins*
"At first it was wonderful. I understood what had to be done and I'd done it. I had finished what would never be finished. I urged my father to kill me and he did. I felt the sting of the blade, my blood marked the sacred ground, and I was dead. Everyone talks about how scary and dark death must be, but honestly it was freeing."
*A small chuckle is heard, followed by the voice growing harsh*
"Death isn't the bad part."
*There is silence for a moment before he continues, almost seeming to warn the listener*
"No. The worst part is when you wake up. There is no hell, there is no heaven. There is only Limbo, forever and ever and ever, and you can never get out."
*The man's voice began to get panicky and dark as he kept going*
"There's... There's no way out..."
*Silence remains through the log for 5 more minutes, interrupted only by slight sniffles and scuffling as if the human is searching the area and might be cold. The log ends*
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Log 2. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*The log begins with the sound of a train whistle, loud and shrill as if very close. The man is yelling to be heard over the noise*
"It's a Metro! I knew it was familiar! There's a train that comes through here.. twice a day? I'm not really sure because I can't tell what time is here. It could be four times, six times, a day. Who knows?! All I know is I've counted the time in between..."
*The sound of the train fades as it travels along the tracks, the distinct sound of underground rails shaking while the vehicle disappears into the dark tunnel. The man's voice returned to normal volume*
"...and it's about 4 hours, if my calculations are right. I'm going off of regular time, I guess? I started with minutes, and it turned into hours, and then the train came back. There's four tracks, four trains. Two lanes on each side of this platform I ended up in. I... I don't know why. I'll come back when I have more information."
*The log ends abruptly*
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Log 3. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"I haven't found anything else out except that there are vending machines here as well. I came back because I realized I should probably tell you who I am. Unless you know..."
*A heavy sigh is heard*
"I don't even know why I'm recording these. It's not like anyone is going to hear them."
*Silence for approximately 4 minutes*
"Anyway... Even if no one hears this, maybe it will help? Keep me sane? Somehow? I felt insane as soon as I woke up here... but, what do I know?"
*A soft laugh, as if scoffing at himself*
"My name is Wilbur Soot. I was 25 last time I checked, so.. I guess it's right. I'm male, if that's of any importance. I had a son, a nation, friends. None of that really matters once you're dead...."
*Another sigh*
"My hair is brown. Always has been. Never had the desire or time to change it. Techno used to tease me about that..."
*A pause, perhaps he was remembering something*
"Anyway. I died after I blew up my country. I know that might be a lot to take in but just stay with me, okay..? It took a long time trying to fight for the country to even exist, and then when it did, it was a constant headache to keep stable. Borders, laws, policies, transportation, treaties, meetings, citizens, everything and everyone needed my attention. I didn't mind at first, thought it was just part of the deal. You make a country, you gotta make the other parts, too. It wasn't that simple. I probably won't get into the details. Too much strife there. But basically I started to believe what Eret said. It was never meant to be."
*Clothes ruffle, indicating a shrug*
"So I destroyed it all. Maybe it was right for me to placed in this.. this purgatory. Whatever god is out there, if there even is one, must have decided this was my fate."
*The man, now known as Wilbur and henceforth refered to as such, inspects his clothes, thinking*
"These are the same clothes I had on when I was killed. Which is kind of odd, y'know? There's a hole in the sweater where the sword stabbed me, and in the back of my coat."
*He tsks, annoyed*
"My body is fine, I don't see why the clothes didn't repair as well. I don't have a gaping hole in me."
*More shuffling*
"I'm tired. I don't even know if I need sleep. I haven't slept since I got here. How does this work? I'm not a scientist. The most sciency thing I've done is when I engineered the wiring for the explosives underneath L'manberg. That's the country, by the way. I forgot to tell you the name..."
*More silence, then the log ends*
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Log 4. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins with the sound of steps. Wilbur seems to be walking*
"I'm taking this device with me while I explore today. I'm not sure how long or far this place goes on for, and I don't know if I'll be able to get back to the platform, so.. you're coming with me."
*Wilbur's voice came closer to the machine, as if looking at it*
"I found this thing on the platform. I don't know who or what put it there. Maybe it's just part of the plan. Maybe it's just another thing to torture me in the end. It's small, handheld, grey, a little red light blinks when it's recording. I hate to say it but I've kind of gotten attached. It's like a little companion, even though it can't talk back and isn't sentient in the least."
*The sound of footsteps continue for 30 minutes, in between which Wilbur coughs, trips, or mumbles incoherent curses. When his voice returns, he seems frustrated*
"There's no damn landmarks where I can mark the ways I've been, and it looks like the same three hallways over and over again."
*More walking, cursing, frustrated mumbling*
"All I've seen are tunnels and stairs and vending machines. I'll come upon the odd platform here and there but it looks exactly the same as the first one. I'm not sure if I'm going in circles or if this pattern just goes on for eternity."
*Sighing, Wilbur can be heard scuffling and apparently sitting down on the concrete*
"I don't want to do this anymore if there's no point. I'm cutting off the log for now."
*Log ends*
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Log 5. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"I lost count of my time. I was tracking the hours. Now I really don't know how long it's been since I arrived."
*Log ends*
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Log 6. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"I tried eating the food in the vending machines. I don't think it's doing anything. I can barely taste it, it doesn't have a scent. It looks.. greyish? Like it's been drained of most of the color? This whole place is gray. Gray walls, gray tunnels, gray floors, gray ceilings, gray, gray, gray."
*Wilbur seems to become increasingly agitated*
"It's all pointless and gray and annoying! There's not even any sound other than the occasional train!"
*His voice becomes muffled, his head in his hands*
"I don't... I don't what to do next..."
*Silence for 10 minutes. Log ends*
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Log 7. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins, Wilbur is heard walking fast through halls and up stairs*
"The train is coming soon. I've thought about this a lot, and maybe it's the only way."
*The deafening sound of silence opens up as Wilbur enters the platform room, the distant sound of a train on the tracks comes closer every second*
"I'm going to try to die."
*The train gets louder, Wilbur laughs*
"It's funny. You know you're dead, and yet, what if you're not? What if you're just stuck here?"
*The train is fast approaching. There is a scuffle as the recorder is set down on the concrete floor, vibrations from the train can be heard now. Wilbur is yelling now to be heard*
"This has to be the only way out. This has to work!"
*The train whistle sounds off through the enclosed space, the tracks shake. There is no further sound from Wilbur as the train passes the platform. There is a wet noise and a thump heard in the audio. The train continues going for 5 minutes, at which point it fades away and there is silence for approximately 1 hour. The recorder shuts itself off, not sensing any activity. Log ends*
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Log 8. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins with the recorder being picked up off the concrete. The same voice as before is heard again. Wilbur*
"I'm back. I don't know why."
*Silence for 3 minutes*
"I killed myself. I know I did. I.. I could 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 it..."
*Pacing is heard*
"I felt the impact, I felt my bones crack, heard them above the noise of the train. Why? Why am I still here?!"
*Wilbur yells to the empty room. There is no response other than the deafening silence*
"Answer me! Why am I here?!"
*The sound of the device hitting the concrete is heard. Log ends*
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Log 9. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"I tried again. The train hit me. I died. But then I just came back here. To this damn platform. It's always this place. Never any different."
*Soft laughter is heard*
"I don't know what to fucking do."
*Log ends*
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Log 10. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"I think I can enter the trains. Maybe if I were to hail one.. they'd stop?"
*A sigh is heard*
"I don't know... I really don't. I'm going to try though."
*Log ends*
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Log 11. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins with the sound of an idling train, waiting at the station*
"It's working so far! I've gotten the train to stop. I don't know how, but it did. I'm going inside right now, the doors have opened. I really don't know what to expect at this point..."
*The sound of doors hissing shut, and the acceleration of the train down the tracks*
"We're moving... I'm moving... I-I mean, the train is, y'know? It's actually moving.."
*Stunned silence for approximately a minute*
"I'm going to explore the train cars now, maybe I can find something."
*The next 30 minutes of audio is Wilbur ruffling through drawers and cabinets in the train cars, opening and shutting various doors, and the odd curse here and there*
"There's nothing here at all. I still haven't found the engine room, either.. I think I've gone through 20 train cars already. How long is this thing?"
*Audio continues as Wilbur enters countless other train cars, the metro never stops*
"I can't keep going. There's no feasible engine room unless it's a hundred miles away and that's not possible because the train... When it passed through the tunnel and I watched it go by, it wasn't this long... How the fuck...?"
*At this point Wilbur's breathing has become labored from running throughout the train cars in search of the engine room*
"I don't fucking understand this place... At all. It's so messed up. I don't even know if I can get off this train now that I'm in it.."
*Log ends*
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Log 12. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins*
"Hello again. I don't know how long it's been. But I think the train is stopping, it feels slower somehow? It's incredibly boring in here, all you can see out of the windows is the darkness of the tunnel we're traveling through..."
*A confused pause*
"We? No, no, me. I. I'm traveling through. No one else is here..."
*The train comes to a slow halt after 6 minutes, and the doors are heard hissing open, Wilbur coughs slightly, apparently from smoke around the train exit door*
"I'm back on the platform. God, I hate this entire place."
*The train increases speed, pulling off and fading into the distance. Log ends*
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Log 13. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins with Wilbur wincing into the recorder, seemingly hurt*
"I went back to the trains.. I broke one of the windows. I did it because I thought... I thought maybe blunt force trauma wasn't what killed you here. Maybe it was something else. Maybe you had to bleed..."
*Another hiss of pain*
"I took the glass that shattered from the window, I came back to the platform. I don't know why I didn't just do it on the train but... I guess I can't think clearly."
*Sad laughter is heard, as if he is starting to cry*
"I'm bleeding out... Ha.... It's not working.. it's not working..."
*Wilbur stops talking, and crying commences*
"I've been bleeding way longer than what would be considered safe. I should be dead by now.. my wrists are basically hanging by a thread, I shouldn't be here!"
*The sound of a sharp objects scraping on concrete is heard, and then skin is being cut. A harsh gurgle comes from the other side of the recorder, indicating Wilbur has slit his throat and is choking on the blood. Log ends after 30 minutes of inactivity*
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Log 14. Date Unknown. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.
*Log begins with tapping noises, Wilbur is agitated and there are also sounds of scraping glass on concrete*
"I died again last night. If it was even night. I don't even know if it was an entire day since I died."
*Harsh scraping continues*
"Listen... If someone does end up hearing these logs or whatever? A few words of advice: don't follow my lead, it never ends good...."
*Scraping sounds stop. Wet noises are heard, blood squirting from Wilbur's throat again. The thump of dead weight as he hits the concrete floor. Log ends*
Chaotic Random Person (Guest) on Chapter 13 Sat 04 Jun 2022 03:44PM UTC
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