SCP: The Unforseen Variable

When I came too I found myself waking up in an inky blackness. There was nothing, not a sight to behold, I couldn't even tell if I even existed. I drifted, if I was even moving, through this non-existent space devoid of any sounds or smells. I felt nothing, could feel nothing, any miniscule movement was punished by an inconcievable force strangling hold of my being, forcing myself into place. And with a lack of anything to do or see I was left with my thoughts.

And so I pondered. Analyzing, criticizing, and coming to terms with everything that led to my death. Reflection, as I found out, is a unique thing. You may loathe your past self for their mishaps, feel content with the actions taken, and sometimes realize the outcome was never in your past self's hands. I compared to most, had a rather eventful life. This naturally came with more to go over. When the weekend came most people would feel a sense of finality as they put behind them their work and relax. I however was most likely trying to avoid capture by national forces, or Yevrox's rivaling institutions.

And after going through my life with such intensity, I reaffirmed that I hadn't regretted living such a lifestyle. I had found a purpose, a calling, that felt right to pursue, I felt content.

My contentness was then immediately overtaken by confusion as why the fuck wasn't I moving on? I assumed the whole placed in a void where you couldn't do anything but think was so you could come to terms with your life and move on. I was an atheist, you certainly don't exactly get to call yourself a god feering american when your personal kill count is in the upoer end of five digits. But when I'm placed in a void after interacting with that "[System]" I'd think that there's some sort of a higher power. Or is this the "place devoid of god" I heard all about when self righteous pricks decided to lecture me on where I was headed after death. I kinda expected something more hellish.

Well I still can't move, there's really nothing to do or think about since I went over everything I could ever think of. I never was one for being imaginative considering how I was trained to be alert for days on ened waiting for that perfect shot. So I guess I'll just wait until something happens.

And I floated

And floated

And decided to start counting because I got bored. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142, 143, 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150, 151, 152, 153, 154, 155, 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, 168, 169, 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, 180, 181, 182, 183, 184, 185, 186, 187, 188,

189, 190, 191, 192, 193, 194, 195, 196, 197, 198, 199, 200, 201, 202, 203, 204, 205, 206, 207, 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 213, 214, 215, 216, 217, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 228, 229, 230, 231, 232, 233, 234, 235, 236, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 243, 244, 245, 246, 247, 248, 249, 250, 251, 252, 253, 254, 255, 256, 257, 258, 259, 260, 261, 262, 263, 264, 265, 266, 267, 268, 269, 270, 271, 272, 273, 274, 275, 276, 277, 278, 279, 280, 281, 282, 283, 284, 285, 286, 287, 288, 289, 290, 291, 292, 293, 294, 295, 296, 297, 298, 299, 300, 301, 302, 303, 304, 305…

It never ends…

IT

NEVER 

ENDS

How long have I been trapped here, stuck in this eternal prison? My mind chipped away by the vast nothingness barely holding onto the last shreds of what little of myself remains. What little hope do I have for this torment to end. What warrants such treatment? What purpose did it serve to dash my hopes? 

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And then for the first time in whatever amount of time it had taken, something changed.

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I awoke in a cold sweat dreaming of a fellow named Murrey, and my devulsion into madness over a prolon-what the devil? Why would I think myself to be such an unpleasant fellow? I am Reynauld, lord of the Duchy of Leon, a noble serving the king of Brittany after having faithfully saved his life in battle, and known in secretive circles for my dependency in unsightly endev-the hell?! What in gods name is happening? Such thoughts and memories are not mine, I must make way to the priest before this malignant force affects my thoughts further. My body grows weaker with every passing moment the tendrils of demonic corruption close in, but I must prevail.

"BACK DEMON, OR SO BY GODS GRACE SHALL I FELL YOU AND CLEANSE YOUR PRESENCE FROM THIS VERY REALM! SERVANT CALL FOR THE PRIEST!"

I only made it a couple steps from my bed before I fell to the floor, witnessing the servants shocked expression upon entering my bed chambers. As I felt the last vestiges of my being devoured, I prayed that such a dark being be cleansed, lest a great evil plague the realm.

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A servant had come clamouring to my chambers shouting of an illness that had befallen our Duke, reciting to me the events that led up to their collapse. The Duke had always been a pious individual and if what the servant told me was correct than he was suffering from a malladay that brought upon the inflicted hallucinations. Their state was miserable both physically, and if the servants tales were truthful, spiritually. It's fortunate the servant came here as if they had brought them to a priest as ordered then the lord wouldn't have likely survived the night. Placing the lord comfortably on my operating table I masterfully placed the leaches, purifying the lords blood as any physician would. 

However with such a terrible disease afflicting them I engaged in the process of administering medicinal vapours and creams that reportedly "soothed the soul" to extirpate the process. Such heavy treatment would have surely helped if not completely eradicated the most vile illness'. However to my unleasant surprise it appeared that such actions had instead strengthened whatever illness raked our Duke as his health rapidly declined. Seeing the effect it had I resorted to the most risky of operations in an attempt to save the lords life. Ultimately it was not to be and as the sun rose, and the morning rays peered through the window, the Duke lay dead with no signs of life.

I sent the servant who had bore witness to my failure to inform the others of the lords passing. The Duke having left no heirs to the throne, and none of his bloodline alive, it would lay empty till a suitable candidate be found worthy by the king. My position would be rightfully in question as I had failed my duties despite having exhausted such a grand inventory in my attempt to save their life.

Sighing at such a noble and just soul having parted from the land of the living I recovered my medical instruments along what little medicinal aids were left. I then proceeded to move to sort them at my station opposite of the operating table. I was midway through sorting and treating my implements when I paused due to a shuffling sound being made behind my person. Curious at whatever made the sound I turned around, the sight causing me to drop a jar in hand, the contents splattering across the floor as I gazed in bafflement at the Duke sitting straight up. The same lord who had been dead for not much longer than half an hour sit upright despite their bones having been set in a unflinchable deadlock unable to move moments ago as a condition inflicted upon the deceased, strengthening its hold on those that had passed.

"It's a miracle." I muttered in disbelief as I witnessed a dead man come back to life. Immediately I proceeded towards the lord to examine their condition, but soon stopped as I noticed their glossed over eyes staring into nothingness. They snapped out of it, looked around the room, wiggled and moved their limbs and opened their mouth before suddenly stopping, seemingly paralyzed as tears flowed outwards.

I began moving closer, but soon froze in fright as the lord hollered, a tune filled with sorrow, pain and relief coming out of his lips. I trembled at the noise, I stood still, shocked and unsure of what to do. Soon backing up in fright until I bumped into one of my worktops. The mournful wail continually echoed in my mind long after it was finished. The cry so distracting I hadn't even realized the Duke fell unconscious, their body body flopping over, head resting down once more upon the operating table. Soon after a seemingly infinite amount of time spent getting my wits about me, I trekked over from my corner and confirmed that the Duke was breathing and alive.

Authors Note: Sup