(this is way too much exposition, way too early. maybe in the fifth cycle? maybe fourth?)
(PS: I made this white, so the black text would be... not invisible. Sorry about your eyes.)
The subway never gets old. The mindless chatter drowned out by the soft humming of the train against the tracks… No voices in my head to bother me…
it’s one of the rare times I can find peace… and forget what… I’m… about to— then, so much deja vu, I almost faint.
I’ve been here before. I’ve done this before. The train crashed.
I’m alive?
Suddenly, a person around my age sits down next to me. Azure.
“Hello, quick question.” He says, almost frantically.
“While I was asleep, did the train crash? Because I'm going insane. All of the things that happened to me before, are happening to me again, an—”
“Hey, calm down. I’m in the same boat as you. Azure, right?” I say.
“Y-yes. That’s my name. I never got yours, though.” He says, calmed down.
“Crimson. That’s my nam— Or, Nosmirc!”
NOSMIRC, SHUT UP.
Oh, am I interfering with your conversation?
YES. PLEASE. BE QUIET.
“Are… you okay?”
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. My name is Crimson. Not Nosmirc.”
“…Got it.”
We sit in silence for a while, as usual.
“I can’t help but feel as if I'm playing a part in this… looping thing.” He says, breaking the silence.
“How so? I mean, we don’t know much about this “looping thing, or even if we are looping. So, that mean– Sorry to interrupt, but while you two were talking up a hurricane, I was actually thinking.”
“Who–”
“Nosmirc, what the hell?! You can’t do th– Shut up. Anyways, all trains have a driver. Before we all died in a crash, some voice over the intercom said ‘I’m so sorry, everyone.’ They’re purposefully crashing the train, probably with the intent of a mass suicide.”
“You do make a good point, but you still haven’t explained the looping…” Azure says.
“In truth, I have no idea if we’re looping or not. We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”
*the scales tip in azure’s favor*
Crimson promptly collapses to the ground, hyperventilating.
“A-are you alright?” I ask.
He gets up, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He sits back down in his chair. “It’s just that… he’s never actually spoken through my voice before… well, at least when I was conscious…”
I sit down next to him. “If it doesn’t hurt to ask… Who is Nosmirc, exactly?”
“It’s complicated. Do you want the short version, or the long version?”
“The short version. I think the train is going to c-crash soon…”
“Well… Nosmirc… is me. It’s kind of like two of the same person in one body… and both of those people hate eachoth–”
“I’m so sorry, everyone.”