Continuity?

I can feel a steady beat in my skull, as if something is trying to break out of my head. 

I tried to scream in pain, I heard no sound, neither did I feel a strain on my throat. 

I see nothing. All has gone black.

I hear nothing. The sounds of steps and clanking of objects is gone.

I feel nothing. The coldness of the floor is gone.

I smell nothing. The slightly metallic sickly scent in the air is gone.

I taste nothing. The taste of my own blood clotting my throat is gone.

"So you're here too, eh?"

"Who-what?"

I felt a pressure and a small sliding pain across my eyelid. I saw once again.

Before stands my own image, one eye sewn shut and holding a piece of string. 

He reached to my face and I felt the same pain slide across my lips, now is the moment that my mind fathoms that my eyes, mouth and hands have been sewn shut by black strings.

"Usually I would tell someone not to panic and everything, but I also believe that lying is bad."

I noticed that he left one eye sewn shut.

"You'll make peace with it, we have all the time."

"Who are... you?"

My voice weakened as I watched him string the string through holes in his eyelids that I haven't noticed until now. 

"I'm you, we are all one."

"We?"

I looked around for the first time, Images of me. Some bigger, some look different, some are missing parts, some have too many... all have their eyes and mouths sewn shut. Their hands sewn together, as if forever locked in prayer.

"We are dead. Ah hand?"

I felt a morbid churn in my gut as I strung the strings through the holes in his hands. 

"... where are we."

"Not sure, some kinda void."

"What is happening?"

"No idea, a cycle of dying over and over again. I only know that it started because of a bet made with a God."

"Are we stuck?"

"Not really, but sitting around here is a lot less depressing than watching others live the life you could have had."

I strung his mouth shut with what may have been a huff and watched as he wandered around a bit before simply stopping.

A bet with a God? What the hell did I do in the past?

... actually. What did I do before? 

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So my options for food are a funky rice and mystery soup. Ain't that just wonderful. 

Now where to sit? 

I looked over the eating students, making sure to have my most judging face on display. 

A white haired one caught my attention. Albinos are usually pretty important.  

I took a seat next to the white haired wonder girl. 

how many white hairs even are there?

There is the royal siblings, the crazy dragon woman, that one witch. Wouldn't a witch just be a free lance sorceress in a setting where magic is part of life?

My thoughts along with my mood were ruined once I took a bite from the rice and feeling the crunch.

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I waved my hand through what used to be my head, I think.

This punk... is also me? Why am I removed from my body then? If this is a time loop then shouldn't I simply have my memories erased by the experiences never happening?

Yeah you like that shitty rice, don't you?

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Mix the rice with the broth.

Haah?

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I curiously watched his reaction. 

He heard that, or rather saw it.

So that "system" was just the guy before me talking to me. He probably tried to guide me down a deathless path.

Unfortunately I had the bright idea to fist the spider lady.

I suppose it is my time to guide me then.

The last guy said that watching me is depressing, probably why he only talked once.

Fuck that, I need to find a way out of this cycle.

... huh. I tried telling me just like with the rice but there was no reaction, it didn't gt through to me.

There is a filter.

Gods, whichever one of you took my offer, you're a real sick piece of work.