When the power went out at the gas station, you were told to go into the basement and reset the circuit breaker. You were not expected to come back and you know you haven't been the same since. Everyone knows you haven't been the same since but they can't see what's changed.
The changes began the second you set foot in the basement, something in the air worms its way into your ears and into your mind itself. The little whispers led you to a cable leading out of the circuit breaker and told you to follow it to the source of the power outage.
By the time you realised just how long you'd been walking and just how far away the basement now was, you no longer felt the fear your normal self would have felt. Instead you only wanted to press onward and fulfill your original instructions - bring the power back.
So you followed the cable through broken doors, through air so thick with dust that you could barely breathe, through empty storage room after empty storage room and down more stairs than you could count until you reached the source.
It pulsed - happy to see a living being and one that had managed to survive the journey down. With a sharp writhing movement it freed the cable from beneath its mass and power flowed once more. A faint staticky voice on your employee radio thanked you and told you to come back up.
You don't remember having an employee radio before and nobody else seemed to have one when you returned. None of them seemed happy at your return either. Perhaps the source was meant to kill you, perhaps you were meant to die along the way or perhaps you were simply meant to turn the circuit breaker back on.
The changes began the second you set foot in the basement, something in the air worms its way into your ears and into your mind itself. The little whispers led you to a cable leading out of the circuit breaker and told you to follow it to the source of the power outage.
By the time you realised just how long you'd been walking and just how far away the basement now was, you no longer felt the fear your normal self would have felt. Instead you only wanted to press onward and fulfill your original instructions - bring the power back.
So you followed the cable through broken doors, through air so thick with dust that you could barely breathe, through empty storage room after empty storage room and down more stairs than you could count until you reached the source.
It pulsed - happy to see a living being and one that had managed to survive the journey down. With a sharp writhing movement it freed the cable from beneath its mass and power flowed once more. A faint staticky voice on your employee radio thanked you and told you to come back up.
You don't remember having an employee radio before and nobody else seemed to have one when you returned. None of them seemed happy at your return either. Perhaps the source was meant to kill you, perhaps you were meant to die along the way or perhaps you were simply meant to turn the circuit breaker back on.
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