The Repetitive Normal Day

Chapter 1: The Repetitive Normal Day

Threads flow through the air, continuously splitting and separating, endlessly, without a purpose.

Endless threads flow through the air, some get close and tangle up with each other, shortening themselves.

Endless threads flow through the air, some extending away from each other, thinning itself to the point of non-existence.

Yet these endless threads continue. They continue to flow, without purpose, in the white void of space and time.

Those endless threads, eventually, flow and pierce cloth, patching things together.

Patching things together, to create a one whole with pre existing things.

Patching things together, creating the shape of the whole.

Patching things together, creating and putting the colors and personality of the whole.

Patching things together, close to completion yet not enough.

Endlessly flowing, without purpose.

Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together, Patching together,

Endlessly patching, yet incomplete.

Patching and flowing, for what purpose.

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Sunday

2:00 AM

The bottom was pitch black.

A dark water’s bottom to be exact.

The dark bottom of a small pond in a park.

Moonlight pierced and reflected through the waters.

People.

Exactly 38 people float lifelessly at the dark water’s bottom, revealed by the reflection of the moon.

38.

All 38 were dead. And their corpses rise up to the surface, one by one. On the dark blue waters of a pond in a park…

Where the round full moon hovers over the pond, lighting the surface up with its light.

Yet, the bottom was as dark as ever.

Pitch black darkness…

Where, one by one, corpses rose from…

At 5:29 AM, they were found. The water was drained and the cops were called.

The sun rises, illuminating the clouds yellow.

At 7:00 AM, a small crowd has gathered, the cops and lifeguards have started packing the bodies and yelling out orders.

The yellowish green and orange tree leaves float on the puddles. And the remaining undrained water has turned swampy.

Yellow caution signs surrounded the drained pond, and by 8 AM a large crowd had gathered, out of curiosity and some to support their own agenda.

Blue coded cops, controlled the crowd,

Yellow caution signs surrounded the scene,

Orange vested cleaners cleaned the waters,

and the Grey lifeless bodies soaked on the swampy waters, covered in green kelp and faces that were permanently yelling out in horror, were eventually packed up in Black body bags to be piled or lined up, their eyes still wide open yet lifeless.

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Sunday night

7:20 PM

Ding! Ding!

The glass door of the local neighborhood convenience store opens.

“The name’s Shirakami Kota,--”

“The newly 19 year old, Shirakami Kota, expertly traverses through the shelves to find some burning hot, spicy ramen just for the fun of it and without a care for his health.”

“Also grabbing a bag of chips and a juice.”

He wore a yellow shirt of pride and ego, with neon red text on the middle that shouts, “Handsome.”

He lays it out in front of the cashier, along with the money.

“He was an unremarkable youth, with a lean and thin stature. His sleeves, that were a bit short, emphasized his miserable stature.” He continued in his mind.

“Do you have some coins? we ran out of change…” The cashier asked while placing the order on a plastic bag.

The man usually talked awkwardly, fumbling on his words and talking to himself, he would talk on and on, feeling like he couldn’t have a moment of silence and awkwardness pass.

“Its okay you can keep the change mademoiselle~!” Kota snapped his fingers with a smirk on his face.
“Anddddddddd im too lazy to get my wallet right now anyways…”

“t-thank you sir.” With that comment he placed her in an awkward position where she doesnt know how to reply to.

but she bows it off, and hands the plastic bag over.

“HEH! Your welcome..!”

Kota bows back before taking the plastic bag.

“Why was I narrating about myself again?? should really stop… I sound some chuunibyo whenever I feel like a main character.” He thought as he turned to leave.

but before going out, he goes to check the magazines and manga stand in front of the glass pane window.

He goes to pick up a magazine.

And flips.

He flips the cover page, that contained a blonde and tanned lady, wearing a white revealing bikini.

He specifically came for the assets but don’t get him wrong, the man didn’t discriminate, he liked all shapes and sizes.

And he continued to flip.

He flips to find another.

And flips again unto the next.

As he scrolls around, he looks over to see the green lit road, lit by the sign of the convenience store and by the lamp post.

He continues to stare at the road ahead, where the light couldn’t reach. Looking as if the road was leading to a dark void of emptiness and loneliness, without a guiding light.

“…”

His eye bags grow prominent, and his sharp eyes loses their spark.

Those eyes then catches a glimpse of a young high school couple walking by the road, heading in the convenience store.

He sighs and shakes his head, snapping out from what he was just thinking about.

He closes the book and places it back, and finally walks out of the convenience store, passing by the couple in the entrance.

Ding! Ding!

The natural, heavy cold breeze of the night caresses his face and hands. And the trees rustles can now be heard.

Kota sighs again as he stands outside, looking at his plastic bag before rubbing his eyes.

“Oh yeah… I forgot to check the chat.” Kota suddenly remembers in his thoughts.

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his online chat boards.

He has zero notifications and messages.

“Except… in one. “

“In one anonymous forum site, I’m part of an active but small group chat, with a bunch of anonymous weirdos.”

OcculTITS ← name of the group chat.

“And it’s the first and only group chat im is part of.”

Always Hungry or AH ← is Kota’s username.

AH: “This group chat is active as hell! What did I miss this time!”

DD: “I dunno bruh.”

RM: “How do you not know?? You were here the entire time!”

DD: “You already know how miserable my attention span is…”

RM: “Yeah okay okay.”

DD: “And plus its night time! AHHHHH!”

DS: “Hey Rat Man, your terminally online here, why don’t you answer the guy.”

DD: “I was about to say that…!”

GG: “Wow… the detective finally came out of his cave.”

DS: “Ofcourse! Im not Rat Man. Oh and how have you been mdm?”

GG: “Nothin much! You?”

RM: “Oh my god. Go back to your cave Detective.”

Kota smiles.

“I was invited in the group chat just a few days ago after arguing with Dysfunctional Degenerate, in the comment sections of a post in this anonymous forum site called ARS.”

He walks around the road to his apartment all jolly and bouncy with a huge smile on his face reading through the messages.

RM: “Oh we were just talkin about some random stuff like the Ikebukuro fire incident and john titor.”

AH: “Bruh. That’s it? Those stuff are old news!”

RM: “Hmmmmm… I don’t know, maybe. Oh well. HEHEHE”

DD: “You always sound sus bro.”

AH: “Yeah yeah!”

Kota leaps and starts swinging around a lamp pole for fun, out of a mixture of annoyance and fun.

“This guy keeps so many secrets and is so smug about it!” Kota thought.

DS: “Anyone heard of the stuff at the park earlier this morning? I was asleep the whole day.”

AH: “Yeahh!!!. Ofcourse ofcourse!”

DD: “Hey rat! Do you know anything about it?”

…

DD: “He probably went to sleep by now.”

AH: “Damn. That guy sleeps?”

“HEHE…” Kota giggles at his own comment, after walking for a few minutes he finally arrives in front of his small apartment building.

GG: “I think it's done by a cult!”

DD: “Nahhh it's probably an organized crime organization.”

GG: “Or aliens!!!!!!!”

DS: “You guys are all as clueless as me as always. Ill investigate it myself.”

DD: “Aight aight.”

…

GG: “HEY! I just remembered!”

DD: “Remembered what?”

GG: “the meteor shower thing you dummy!”

As Kota tries to keep up with the messages, that last one causes something to click inside Kota’s head.

He stands still, in front of the apartment balcony stairs.

AH: ”I don’t have a date to watch that with… why am I such a NEET!”

DD: “It's cool tho. You can always just find one by the end of the week.”

AH: “Both our love lives suck! how are you happier than me!!!”

DS: “HEY GUN GIRL~~~~ Do you want to watch it with me?”
DD: “Did you just come back just to say that?”---

GG: “Oh sure!! I’ll ask my date first if you can come heh.”

DD: “Damn”

AH: “Damn”

“Damn… just imagining Detective Shun becoming a third wheel hurts!” Kota thought, walking up to the second floor balcony stairs to reach his apartment door, grabbing his chest area.

Kota turns off his phone and finally stands in front of his apartment door, and all the tiredness suddenly hits him.

“…”

Kota sighs again.

“No matter what I do… why do I always feel alone!” He yells out and suddenly throwing his arms up.

Cricket… Cricket…

he places his hands down.

the yell did not get him any less tired.

“----! HAYSSSSS!” Peak annoyed, he gets riled up.

Suddenly slapping both of his cheeks to snap himself back to reality.

“Okay! Okay!” he scrambles to get the keys on his pocket.

With a bit of energy regained he places the key on the door knob and finally, he finally unlocks it.

CLICK!

“ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” He rushes to close the door and remove his shoes. Lazily leaves them on the floor as a mess.

He turns on the lights.

He tries to rush his way to his bed but stops as he gets a full view of his room.

The light as bright as the full force of summer heat, lighting up his empty, emotionless room of lime green walls and white floor and ceiling.

It was a normal sight to some, but to this man, it’s a repetitive, lonely, quiet normalcy.

He forcefully sighs, a heavy sigh at that.

“This sight again… ”

“Oh yeah.” He looks at his left arm and at the plastic bag he was holding, and then looks at his bed, and then looks at the plastic bag again.

“Mannnnn….”

He stares at it for a bit more,

“Mannnn….!” He scuffles his hair a bit before resting his hand there, feeling his long spiky black hair.

Till, he looks over at his bed and finally looks at his plastic bag again, ramen, bag of potato chips and coke inside.

He sighs, “Welp! I don’t think I can eat you today.”

10 minutes later,

He fell asleep.

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Sunday night
9:20 PM

Kota snores.

His phone lights up.

Ringing and dinging.

…

It’s the group chat.

1 missed notification

F: PEOPLE

.

2 missed notifications

F: PEOPLE, PEOPLE

..

3 missed notifications

F: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE

4 missed notifications

5 missed notification

F: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE

F: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE

6 missed notifications

F: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE

…

His phone rings and dings endlessly…

19,

19 missed notifications. All from one person.

Fortuna: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE,

and PEOPLE

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Sunday night
9:08 PM

In another part of town, in a bar to be specific.

At The Devil’s Sheep Bar.

It rained, and the metal clanked from the heavy droplets of rain hitting them.

The bar was dimly lit with orange tones and the smell of air conditioners, alcohol and wine covered the place.

It had a lustful air, the place was cold overall, loud at individual tables yet quiet overall, fading into the background.

The people chattered on about their lives, problems, other people or about the situation at the park.

The television hanged by the bar counter, plays and the people looked on.

** “”We are here today with a scientist from STEM, Dr. Mori Kenji, one of the leading experts in the field of time travel and study of black holes and other likes. Here we are today to talk about their next products and findings about time travel itself –“” **

** The broadcaster holds the mic and positions it in front of Mori’s mouth. **

** “Time travel is inherently misunderstood and is different from what we might think, yet it is beautiful in every regard. Time travel is a topic which I love, advancing this field and making time travel possible is my goal in life and the ONLY thing I desire in this world. You may rely on me and I wish for you to continue supporting STEM in helping me advance this field and to blast this field and dreams off into reality and beyond. Thank you.”-- **


Naonari Yuto

Tanned skinned, with white hair, neatly slicked back, bits of spikiness poking out once in a while, paired with his round black sunglasses that covered his droopy eyes. Wearing the usual bartender outfit.

Tall and athletic yet lean. His face was tough and grumpy yet he was obedient and trying to be kind.
His white inner polo uniform clung to his muscles yet he was neat with them. His face was sharp, his jawline particular was square-ish and stoic and his eyes and brow gave off a serious yet confident and chill look.

the man goes to serve a woman. Strutting professionally and stoically, quick and efficiently.

Mori Yuna

The woman grumbles about the news.

A woman who wore quite a business outfit, with a black vest, french cuffed black blazer with thin white downward stripes, and a white inner shirt. Her most prominent or most distinct feature on her is the purple clip with a bit of rosy purple design. The pin kept the strands tightly, straight hair slicked back on bay. She had cute bangs on the middle to hide her cute and shining huge forehead.

She had her average chest puffed up, and she sat with her back straight, as if she sat on a throne and above the people.

She shined despite her mostly black fit.

She typed fast, lightning fast. She typed on the keyboard of laptop in quick succession and efficiency. It chattered endlessly as if she was furious.

Tap.

Naonari places the beer next to her laptop.

“Go to the tables. We don’t you to annoy the customers.” The man puts on a tough and intimidating face by elevating his chin and almost like pouting.

She scoffed, “Yet you speak rudely to one.”

“Ah-! O-Oh sorry…” Naonari fixes the position of his glasses, shook and nervous as he spoke rudely again as always.

“But yeah, yeah just wait kiddo. Let me stay here on the counter for a while, I’m about to finish. AND I’ll finish once my father finally says sorry.”

“Aight. The boss keeps bugging me about you so you hurry up.” He scratched his head as he walked away.

“Oh, that coward? Well tell him to come and say that to my face!” She laughs it off, before returning to what she was doing.

The TV flips over to the next channel.

**Bzzt—Bzzz.--- This is late night news, broadcasting. And the next topic for today is about the bodies found earlier this morning, found somewhere around 5:30. We are broadcasting this again as we now have received further information about the incident and it’s victims. --**

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Sunday night
9:10 PM

In a Japanese neighborhood, where it was a maze of similar looking houses and paths occasionally having small alleys for shortcuts.

It was a repetitive collection of houses and blocks.

It was night and it was raining.

Heavily raining, the droplets making a beat with the metal roofs.

It clanked on endlessly.

The rain made it more hard to see and covered the road with a bunch of puddles.

Natsuki Shun

A youthful detective, still in his 20’s. He wore thick layers of clothing, consisting of an open or unbuttoned long light-brown coat, with a brown and open hip-length cape attached to it, a dark brown vest on top of his white uniform and a blue necktie. And on his head is a pure black fedora with the color orange hidden underneath it all.

He walked the empty dark pavement road, using a white see through umbrella that curled on the handle.

His vision was obstructed by the rain and he occasionally stepped on the puddles and splashed the water with his black primary colored oxford shoes and orange ankle high socks.

despite his shoes getting wet, he kept going. Stopping in front of a house with its gates open and a jolly smile on his face.

The lamp light right outside of the house flickers.

It flickers on and off.

And the TV continues to play.

**Bzzt—Bzzz.--- This is late night news, broadcasting. And back to the topic at hand, some of the victims seem to be doppelgangers. --**

Shun goes to enter the seemingly abandoned house.

**Bzzz--- With one doppelganger in the morgue and the other, alive and kicking. Some doppelgangers are older versions of what currently seems to be babies! --**

Shun stands right outside of the entrance door as he closes his umbrella and shakes the raindrops away.

**--- And some doesn’t seem to even have records yet! And some of our scientists have theorized that they are from the future! --**

It hit 9:20 PM.

And the phone in Shun’s coat pockets, rings.

**--- For all we know, this could be the works of a time displacement activity or a failed time travel experiment! --- **

Shun pulls out his phone. Only to be greeted with 19 missed notifications.

19,

19 missed notifications. All from one person.

Fortuna: PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE,

and PEOPLE


Shun read with an excited smile on his face. Bouncing up and down in excitement.

He puffed his cheeks like a hamster before exploding into a giggly and excited baby faced child.
“MAN! This is why I love this group chat so much!” He exclaimed.

** This is Late Night News, and the news have gotten interesting! So stay tuned to Late Night News or LNN as we stay in tuned with word of mouth, incidents and what STEM has to say about this incident, if it IS related to time itself... Thank you. --- **


To Be Continued.