Category: Creepypasta

…“It’s not a time loop, it’s a death loop!” Klaus hisses through teeth clenched together tightly.

“That’s the same thing, still!”

“NO IT’S NOT!” he says as he launches himself to his feet, and slams an open hand onto the table top while pointing at Shannon with a thrusting finger. “TIME, TIME IS ALWAYS ON THE MOVE, BUT DEATH, DEATH IS FINAL! WHAT I’M EXPERIENCING! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! THIS IS NOT TIME REPEATING, BUT MY DEATH HAPPENING OVER AND OVER AGAIN, TIME JUST HAPPENS TO BE HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME!” he spits venously.

“But,” Shannon says with a shrug of his shoulders. “If you’re being honest, you are repeating time as well as your death, so time is inevitably the constant loop of everything.”

“SURE! SURE! IF IT WILL SHUT YOU THE FUCK UP! TIME IS THE LOOP!”

Shannon leans back in his seat and crosses his arms gruffly. “Then what’s the purpose of this conversation, if you don’t want me talking?”

“B-B-BECAUSE IT’S ALL PART OF THE LOOP! YOU, ME, TIME, DEATH! THEY ALL HAPPEN, ALWAYS, REGARDLESS OF THE POINT! REGARDLESS OF THE TIME! EACH THING HAPPENS, AND DEATH TAKES ME!”

“WHAT? WAIT! Are you saying your death happens, no matter what you do?”

“YES!” he says with wide eyes and a nodding of his head…

…“So here we are, sitting in this shit hole, and what the FUCK do you have to show for it?” Helen asks as she glances over the class almost ignoring each of them until her eyes fall upon Christian. “Mister Donnavilla, do you have anything to show for your wayward travels?” she asks sternly.

“No miss,” he mumbles as he buries his head in his hands like an ostrich would its in the sand.

“I’m sorry Mister Donnavilla, did you say something?”

“NO MISS!” he cries out.

“No miss, because you didn’t have anything to say, or no miss, because you didn’t say anything?”

“No miss, I don’t have anything to say, because it’s not my fault!” he grimaces through lips of lead.

“I don’t think that’s good enough Mister Donnavilla, because you of all people deserve to give us all an explanation on why four of your classmates are no longer with us! For it was your intrepid map work that got us lost in the first place,” she seethes through tightly clenched teeth.

“It was ME who got us OUT!” he screams as he leaps to his feet and slaps his own chest powerfully. “I didn’t see YOU do anything to stop what was happening, and I didn’t see YOU arguing with anyone about where WE were going! YOU were supposed to take care of US, so if YOU want to point the finger, start with YOURSELF instead of ME!”

“The kids got a point,” a raspy voice hisses from the darkness that falls suddenly down around them….

…The bow moans and bends well beyond its means as Clint desperately clings on to the waning branches as a sea of sweat pour down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging like the nettles of the bushes below. With swallowed breath he grits his saliva drenched teeth together as he gathers all the strength he can muster while he pulls himself closer to the next set of branches that hang inches out of reach. With trembling fingers he stretches upwards, touching the soft leaves above as the bow finally breaks and Clint drops like a stone, hitting the ground beneath with a gut-wrenching thud. For more minutes than he would like, he lies there unmoving, his heart catapulting with each new beat while his mind spins back and forth through the absurd and focused until finally he pushes himself to his knees.

“That seemed more nastier than it should’ve,” a voice coos into his ear, causing him to tumble backwards and onto his behind….