Shitstorm VI - Lucius (Part 1/2)
3,361Intro by VoltaBass
Twenty-ninth Night: Through the time-travel device, I went back to the day of October 1st. Every thing was still normal. The shitstorm hasn't arrived yet. I went to the Zaibatsu's headquarter to research and attempt to find some information about the upcoming shitstorm.
After a few hours of wasted time, the phone rang. On the caller display, the call is from me, the past me! I remember, I did make a phone call.
I did my best to imitate Matt's voice and answered the call. I did a shitty job at it. I think I sounded more like Woolie than Matt. But it didn't seem like it mattered because my past self didn't notice. I must have been too preoccupied about the shitstorm, I guess?
It's too late to prevent the coming of the shitstorm. But I can still try to find a way to end it. The note said all Billies must die to stop it, then that's what I'm gonna do.
After a good night rest, the next day I started heading towards my apartment. However, the shitstorm has already started. Outside, everyone is trying to kill me. But in self-defense, I had to incinerate the poor souls.
There were so many... it's like the whole world were turned against me. It took me a few days of fighting before I finally arrive at my destination. But the apartment was barricaded.
I had to figure out a way to get in. And then a marvelous idea struck. I pretended to be the delivery guy who came with the SNES classic mini, the European version. But damn, that fucker past me didn't fall for my deception! How the hell do I outsmart myself?
Then I tried to remember what happened to my past self, and then it clicked. My past self was sick. Therefore, in order to make that happen, I had to pollute the air at the apartment.
In order to do this, I killed the people living next door, got myself a gas mask, and poured around some toxic chemical stuff to start poisoning the air towards my apartment. My past self got sick quick very fast, and then a few days later, he died.
And when he did, I managed to enter the apartment through the windows. At that time, I panicked a bit when I saw myself, dead. I was being irrational, so started writing in the log, pretending everything were fine. I tried very hard to impersonate my past self, and wrote:
GREETINGS, THIS IS BILLY SPEAKING. EVERYTHING IS GOING PERFECTLY FINE. NOTHING WRONG IS GOING ON, SO THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. PLEASE REMAIN CALM. IF YOU PROCEED NORMALLY, BAD THINGS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO YOU. HAPPY CHRISTMAS.
I thought I did a good job, but now looking at it, it looks very suspicious.
More on my time-travel ventures tomorrow.
-Billy