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Unknown timeIt’s dark. I don’t know where I am. My eyes and body feel heavy and my brain is foggy.It’s hard to move, my body seems made of stone. I extend my hands and touch the cold, moulded walls of this eternal black, in this emptiness rising from the absolute nothing, inevitably reaching for something familiar, something to prove I am not dead. Nothing. The only thing alive in here is the fungus feeding on our soulless bodies, rocks and soil stuck in my nails and skin.Fool! What were you expecting?! There is no escape from death! I am trying to scream but my voice is failing me. A scream would wake up the citizens of this city, all these respectable citizens sleeping this eternal sleep, like infants on their mothers’ breasts. I fall on my knees, hopeless, unable to carry the weight of my body, ready to give in and become one with the silence, ready for the end…. ready for my life to flash in front of my eyes... but the frame is frozen on one scene:Me, surrounded by ’nazi furries’ coming out of a hell orgy. I have no clue what the fuck is going on but I am certain this is not a scene from my life, I promise!I feel awkward, I am afraid and curious to see how this ends but it seems the concept of time in this void is quite similar to waiting at the bus stop with a cigarette in your hand… if you light it up the bus will mysteriously appear before your eyes, if you do not you shall eternally linger at the bus stop Limbo. Unfortunately, I am paying the consequences of not being able to hold on to a lighter for more than Jean Grey remains dead in an X-men story.
18:05I am sitting at Greyfriars graveyard after work, frustrated, trying to figure out, as I have been for days now, the next story for my blog, while also waiting for the guys to join me for a fast coffee before heading to this ‘hybrid’ art-exhibition by some conceptual hipster architects... I am not sure what they’re about but we are mainly going for the free booze and snacks... to be honest, I think everyone else is going for the same reason. It’s funny how no one cares about what architects do… and why would they?! Architects belong nowhere, they are like a bastard child of an artist and a civil engineer, always trying to please both parents but having the skills of a 7 years old at both subjects. Shit! The story, go back to the story notes! My attention span has become frailer than a dog’s, surrounded by food, toys, squirrels and horse poo. And guess what?! I always choose poo, like yesterday night, when I chose the youtube rabbit hole of russian drivers videos instead of the book that has been patiently sitting next to my bed for a week.Russians are an obscure nation...Fuck! Story notes!
18:33A voice comes from behind me: ‘Ahoy!’ It’s coop and Vic.Me - Heeeelp me! I need help!Vic - Here to help as always my little short human being. Here’s your “coffee”: oat milk cappuccino with a spoon of honey.Me - Thank you, Sir! I hope you felt embarrassed ordering it.Vic - I got the same.Me - Wooohooo. One sip and your toxic masculinity goes right up your bum, together with your balls.Vic - Haha! I think we lost the privilege of speaking of our masculinity after that time we were terror-struck on that off-road path because of a swan.Me - God bless the old Scottish ladies who helped us! Coop - I've been attacked by a swan once… swans are evil!Vic - So, what’s happening with you?Me - I am stuck with a story, I don’t know how to introduce Tiemus.Coop - As a misanthropic and miserable asshole...?Me - That’s for sure. Problem is that I have loads of stories to say, like when we were attacked by those hooligans in Aberdeen...Vic - ...Or the fight with the bouncers, because I spit on one of them...Coop - That was stupid! We would have died if Tiemus hadn’t been there.Vic - Man, I don’t know what he did but they look scared now, I even got free shots the other night.Coop - Do you remember when we visited the Highlands?... and he broke in this little church because he couldn’t stand the sun and the hippies there?Vic - Hahaha... such a creep! I think that’s the reason he isn’t here yet, he is waiting for the sun to go down!Me - Nah, the last few days he’s been obsessed with a new game in which he’s a giant cat killing stuff. Coop - I really have no clue where he finds these games, this one even has a grindcore soundtrack!Me - Hahaha! See?! Such great stories, as opposed to the way we met…Coop - You met him at a gig, no?Me - No! I wasn’t at the gig where you met him. I met him in our living room, he was playing a stupid flash game as always.Coop - I wasn’t at the gig either, it was exam period at uni and I was at the library until late. I found him in the living room too, the next day… only time he ever let me play a bit and the whole time he was moaning that I was doing it wrong.Vic - I have no idea what gig you are talking about! I rolled… lighter?Coop - You’ve lost it… both of you! I remember him clearly saying that he met you both at a gig and that you later invited it home to chill.Vic - I am telling you, that never happened! Lighter!Coop - That’s impossible! Then who was at the gig?Vic - Lighteeeer!Coop - I don’t have it! Me - I lost the last one we had in the flat… I am going to buy one!
19:06Normally I would have fought to avoid moving my lazy ass, arguing, liying, that I wasn’t the one who lost all the lighters, but I need a moment of silence. I am sure I first met Tiemus at the flat, I recall that clearly. As I also recall him telling me he met the others at the gig. How can none of them remember?!‘Hey you!’ A voice coming from behind the bushes. ‘Who me?’ I reply. I get no answer back. I jump over a big branch on the ground and walk my way through the thick bushes leading me to the medieval grave statue of a Norwegian Knight, who once served Scotland, to see who is there.‘Is anybody here? Hello?! Is… what the…’The soil is splitting before my eyes, a thick smoke makes its way out of the cracks in the ground and starts wrapping around my legs.. eerie sounds dancing around my ears. I run in an attempt to escape but my leg is stuck in one of the cracks. I feel something pulling me down. I am trying to hold on… I can’t!It’s dark.
Unknown timeWhere we started. In my personal bus stop Limbo.The nazi-furries are still frozen but I can move. A man dressed in black appears among them. He walks towards me.Me - What’s going on?The man puts his hand in his pocket, takes out a lighter and throws it at my feet.The man - Once you light up your cigarette the scene will unfreeze.Me - Who are you? What the fuck is going on?The man moves out of the shadows. Now I can see his face.The man - I finished the game and I came to find you!Me - Timeus!Timeus - Let’s kill some furries!
19:10Me - Ahoy! Look! With one stone: two birds.Vic - My captain, oh captain!Coop- Hey you, asshole! Vic is driving me crazy! Tell him I wasn’t at that gig where you met.Tiemus looks at me.Me- Yeap! Sorry guys, my bad! It was me with a guy from work who met Tiemus at the gig!Coop - Fucking finally. I am vindicated!Tiemus - On a second thought, you might have been there as well.Coop - Oh, fuck off.Me - How could you remember, you are always sleeping at gigs anyway.Tiemus - Yesterday he slept on the radiator!Me - Hahahah.Vic - Lighteeeer!
I never spoke with Timeus about what happened that day and I never asked him how he ended up in our living room. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter. He’s already been in our lives for four years and it looks like he is here to stay, saving our bums everytime we need it, fixing our laptops, moaning about everything and creeping us out! So, no matter what happened or who he is... he is on our side!
Submitted May 24, 2019 at 04:24PM by roughtimecomics http://bit.ly/2HQfVwX
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