《What the F*ck [Sub-C tales]》


 Archive.1

    As I hide from the beast outside the only thought that stayed in my mind repeated over and over.


    ¡°Gary we should see other people¡±


    This who¡¯ll fucking situation I¡¯m in is because of m6 stupid decisions. Decisions that should have never been made. But start at the end of my story isn¡¯t write so I¡¯ll tell you what happens up to the point I¡¯m in.


    The TV aired some popular shows at the time. Sitting down I gripped a soda cup in my left hand, and in my left hand sat a Costco brand hot dog. My girlfriend sat to me the right of me as we watched.


    *knock x10*


    I turned my head to the door, ¡°Fucking hell, another sells man.¡± I placed my food down on the coffee table in front of me.


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    As I grabbed the front door handle I could hear the faint sound of static buzz in my ear. As I turned it the static sound got worse, know I now today it was the sound that would lead me to now.


    As I opened the door I was thrown to the ground as two large men in police uniforms tackled me, and putting me in cuffs.


    ¡°What the he-¡° I tried to yell at the men, but was stopped as a man kicked me in the stomach.


    ¡°You''re under arrest for murder & sexual assault of (the words seemed to be crossed out)¡±One of the men said.


    ¡°What are you saying, I didn¡¯t do jack shit¡± I barked at the men. At this moment I didn¡¯t know who this person was or even who they were called. But it isn¡¯t relivate.


    Nothing is any more since right now I¡¯m probably dead, and you will be soon since I¡¯ve just found out where I¡¯m hiding is a den of a beast I like to call, Blade spiders.


    Blade spiders are dog size spiders with razor sharp blades on the end of their legs and are pack hunters. And with the amount of blood coming from me means they will be here any minute.


    F*ck you Jenessa, f*ck you politicians who used me as your scapegoat, I didn¡¯t get to f*cking get to finish my dash darn f*cking h (The final few words are untaggable as they are covered in dried blood)


    Hello I¡¯m Sub-C, an archive android made to find stories of multiple worlds, plains, universes. And I found this one in the universe A-1 way too many numbers to be put down on paper, or known for the resident of the universe, Chalh. Currently I¡¯m archiving stories from my database onto paper, soon to the web. Then after this ima go find a source of energy to refill my Jumper.


    Sorry for any mistakes, my program is now forever stuck on version 2.5.o6 after my incident with the company I¡¯ve been, let''s say banished.

 Death file. 23086

    Death and life. Weird subject¡¯s, but I¡¯ve experienced life, and now soon death.


    Ive study my entire life, trying to find out what death truly was. And soon I¡¯ll know. My studies weren¡¯t for vane, they allowed for many to understand life better, but no one will learn what death is like unless their like me.


    So let this old man tell you a story before he passes away. It was like any other day, I had a egg and toast, and a glass of milk¡ª goat milk, from local farm.


    After breakfast I put my dishes in the sink, and I heard a door bell ring. I went there immediately thinking it was my order from a friend.


    What greeted me on the other side was a man, he wore mask¡ª it was just a beanie with to holes cut out of it for his eyes. He tackled me down to the ground, I assumed I hit my head on the ground because right as we touched the ground I blacked out.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    I drifted in darkness, I though if I survived this, this¡¯ll give me more insight on death.


    As I awoke, I¡¯ve found myself in a room with a bag, and note.


    The note said ¡°You¡¯ve been captured, you must escape, you¡¯ve given supplies to escape this maze.¡± I thought this was quite stupid, but since it seems this wasn¡¯t a joke I checked my supplies.


    In the bag there was, a small sheathed hunting knife, a pen and note book, and some bagged jerky and water. I opened the bag and sniffed the mysterious meat¡ª it smelt like the store bought stuff so I thought it¡¯ll be safe.


    I got up, and closed the bag. And set out trying to get out of the maze as fast as I can, I still had to finish that one book I¡¯ve found.


    But know I¡¯m here, a spike impaled in my side, stuck in a pit, writing in the note book. Lucky it hit nothing vital, but I¡¯m stuck and it hurts. It hurts so much. I want it to end. So after I finish writing this I¡¯ll use the knife to slit my throat.


    And I¡¯ll see what I¡¯ve been researching for so, so many years. Goodbye.


    [You humans so frail, but so strong at the same time. I wonder who he was, and what death is]