Into the X

I’d tweaked the machine for months and I was ready. Sitting in my creation, I locked myself in, entered the time and pressed the button.

The machine charged up, my hair standing on end from the static electricity given off. The sounds emitted deafened me as it began to shake. My heart began to race, light exploded in front of me in a kaleidoscope of colours.

Then silence.

I opened my eyes, through blurry vision I saw something shaking in front of me. As it came into vision, I saw it was a gun; it was held by *me*. Scars and blood covered *my* face. It was obvious *I* was frightened, the gun trembling in *my* sweaty hand.

“Go the fuck home and never come back!” *I* demanded.

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