Clyde's heart thudded in his chest as the world around him fractured, the ground crumbling beneath his feet. The figure—the other Clyde—grinned, his face a warped mirror of his own. The air felt charged with static, the walls flickering and distorting like an old VHS tape on the brink of death.
"What is this place?" Clyde demanded, his voice shaking with disbelief.
The doppelgänger stepped forward, his form glitching, vanishing and reappearing in unpredictable bursts. He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from Clyde's face, and for a moment, everything went still.
"This is your prison," the other Clyde spoke, his voice a mix of mockery and bitterness. "The truth you've been running from. The legacy you've tried to escape."
Clyde recoiled, his mind racing. Legacy? What did that mean? Why did it feel like everything was leading back to this—back to this place?
The doppelgänger's eyes burned red, an unnatural glow that sent a chill down Clyde's spine. "You've been a part of something bigger than you know. Something you're not supposed to remember."
A sudden pain shot through Clyde's head, sharp and excruciating. His vision blurred again, and before he could stop it, flashes of his past flooded his mind—memories, but not his own. A laboratory. The sound of a machine whirring. Cold, sterile lights. People in white coats.
"Why… why can't I remember?" Clyde gasped, gripping his skull.
"You were never supposed to remember," the other Clyde answered, his tone dark. "They erased your past, rewrote it, and turned you into a weapon. A tool for their control."
Clyde's legs buckled beneath him as the pain intensified, threatening to pull him under. The room around him twisted and warped, like a dream on the verge of collapse.
"You're not supposed to be here," the doppelgänger said, his voice now a low growl. "You weren't meant to wake up. But now that you have… there's no going back."
The world shattered. The walls caved in, the ground splintered into nothingness, and everything—his memories, his identity—came crashing down around him.
Then, the void.
Clyde was falling. He felt like he was sinking into a black hole, the darkness swallowing him whole. The sound of the other Clyde's voice echoed in his mind, a distorted laugh that made his skin crawl.
"No one escapes the rewrite."
And just like that, everything went silent.