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Project 0 (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

My mind was filled with so many questions. What did he mean by ‘new here’? How did that piece of paper get there in the first place? Why did that paper have specific information about me? And why does it feel like I’m missing something?

I snapped back to reality as the smell of smoke enters my sense of smell. In that moment, Gerard was burning the piece of paper using his lighter and drops it like it was nothing.

“Now,” he starts while tucking away his lighter in his pockets “I know you have a lot of questions but first”

He approached me, dusting off my shoulders and fixing what’s left of my tie. A smile appeared on his face before he pulls away and takes my hand.

“You are a guest here and I will be your host. Your health and comfort is my concern. Just know that if you have any questions, I cannot answer them fully as to keep your comfort and safety at bay. It’s for your own good,” he announces with a serious yet gentle tone before leaving a kiss on the back of my hand.

Everything that he just said made me feel perplexed and just added more questions that needs to be answered. Like, what did he mean by not being able to answer my questions? Is there a reason for him not to tell? What does he mean by ‘it’s for your own good?’ Is my life in danger? And why the hell did he kiss my hand?! What is he?! Gay?!

“Is he fucking gay?” I muttered, my eyes focused on my shoes

“I’m European, “ he answers, making me look up and greeted by his forced smile.

“Y-you heard that? S-sorry, that was rude of me”

“It’s alright. I can understand why you would call me a homosexual male. But it is indeed rude. If I asked you if you were gay in a tone that seemed like you hated homosexuals, would you feel obliged to answer?”

“N-No… plus! I’m not even gay!”

“But do you respect gay people?”

“Of course I do! I love gay people!”

“Doesn’t that make you gay then?” he smirks as I am left as a blushing mess

“I-I… n-no… I mean…”

“I was just kidding” he chuckles, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Relax a bit. Like I said, your comfort is in my hands. So make yourself at home”

“Why am I being so shy today? What did this guy do to me?”

“Now, how about we get rid of those clothes?” he says, looking up and down my body.

I blush uncontrollably, feeling my cheeks go red and hot. I am not gay. Nope, nope, nope, I am absolutely not gay for this man. No wait. I am never gay in the first place! Ugh!

“W-what do you mean?”  I stutter, my cheeks getting hotter.

“I mean let’s change your clothes. They’re all tattered and soaking wet”

“O-oh….”

“Why? What did you think?” he gasps in realization “Are you gay for me?”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” I shout out in embarrassment, making him chuckle.

“I know” he flicks my nose and chuckles “Follow me”

I follow him and then that’s when I noticed that everything around me has changed. Everything that was once broken has been restored. Starting from the missing floors to the walls that have been torn down, every piece of it has been restored to its respectful places. It’s like the place has been in good condition. No leaks, no broken windows, no open roofs, and no demolished debris were found.

The whole place was restored to its respectful place, even the vibrant colors of the walls and floors. Every décor seemed like it was just bought and even the lighting of the place seemed to brighten up the mood. A chandelier hangs on the foyer, lighting up the room along with the sun shining through the glass windows. The once faded brown colors of the double doors have turned into brand new glass doors with an elegant gold framing. Even the faded red carpet from before has now turned into a royal red with gold linings that matched the black and white checkered floors.

“Since when-?” I blurt out as I look around

“Hm?” Gerard hums, looking back at me. “What is it?”

“This place… it wasn’t like this before”

“What do you mean?” he looks at me, confused. “It’s always been like this”

“What? No! It was all broken and even the raindrops were falling from the ceiling”

“Are you sure?” he asks as he approaches me, placing his hand on my forehead. “You feel kind of hot. Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”

“I… I’m not sick. I’m pretty sure that this place wasn’t like this”

“How about we get you a nice warm bath and some hot fresh food then I’ll find some medicine for you. Come on” he smiles then walks away, making me follow after him.

I take one last look at the room and head off to follow Gerard.

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Project 0 (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2

My body pulls itself closer to the mirror as I inspect the wound. It wasn’t bloody. There was just a hole and below it were Roman numbers and words.

M-CM-VII-IV Ianuarius XXVII

Weird. A lot questions filled my mind. Where did this wound come from? Since when did I get a Roman tattoo? And worse, who am I? Why can’t I remember who I am? It was like a cliché mystery movie or videogame where the protagonist can’t even remember who they are or why they’re here in this place.

There has to be something here that could explain everything that’s happening right now. Suddenly a whisper comes from the mirror.

“Come here,” says the mirror, the voice more feminine and alluring.

I inspect the mirror, searching as to where the voice came from, but there were no attachments or gadgetry on it. My hand then touches the glass and right then and there, my hand disappeared. I tug my hand away from the mirror but it’s stuck and it seems like the mirror is pulling me closer. My body struggled as I pull myself away. The more I struggle, the further my body goes through the glass.

As my face entered through the glass, I saw the foyer in a festive mood. Bright colors of red and gold were everywhere and the lights shined through the whole room. People in fancy clothing were walking around and music played from the staircase. There was a grand piano and buffet tables were near the crystal-like windows. It was nighttime in the foyer and many guests were laughing and dancing.

For sure, I thought, that I will enter this world but suddenly two hands gripped my feet and pulled me away. I stagger and fall, letting out heavy breaths that I didn’t know I was holding. The next thing I hear is a smooth but deep voice.

“Are you alright?” the man before me greets, his sky blue eyes piercing through those glasses of his.

He had an average build, his shoulders were broad and his posture was straight. His jaw was sharp, his eyes seemed like they were always seeking a prey along with those thick eyebrows that seemed like it was always questioning something, his lips were plump pink, his hair was jet black and slicked back.

If I didn’t know any better, I would be gay for this man. His hand reaches out for me and without having a second thought I take it and pull myself up. He greets me with a warm and kind smile into which I return.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concern in his eyes.

“I’m alright. What was that about?” I say as I take a glance at the mirror.

He takes a long look at the mirror, his gaze seemed like it was longing and faint. Looking from this standpoint, he looked like he was lost. That posture of his reminds me of something faint, like it was me who was looking at the glass. He looks back to me, a small smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry much about that. I plan to get rid of the dangerous thing” he says before offering his hand to me once again.

“My name is Gerard Alexander Franks”

I stare at his hand, not knowing what to say. I mean, what can I say? I don’t even remember my own name. He looks at me in confusion and pulls his hand away in what seemed like disappointment.

“Do you not know how to shake hands?” he gives out an awkward chuckle Earth, just please swallow me whole right now.

“I know how…” I mutter as I rub the back of my head.

“But…?” he continues.

“I don’t know what’s my name” I chuckle nervously.

So fucking embarrassing.

“Oh! So you’re new here?”

“New here? What do you mean?”

He approaches me, his face almost near mine. He then bends down to my chest and puts his hand inside of what was left of my clothing. I was a blushing mess as he continues to let his hands roam all over my body.

Holy shit, thank God I’m not gay.

“Ah, there it is!” he exclaims before pulling out a piece of paper out of my boxers.

“Let’s see…” he unfolds the paper and a smile appears on his face “Sebastian. Ryle Gab Sebastian, 32 years old and born on July 27 1974. A royal family name, either that or you were from a family of butlers”

“It doesn’t feel like it’s mine”

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Project 0 (Prologue & Chapter 1)

Prologue 

The world is a hoax

We live in a society were people who are themselves are not accepted and those who defy the law in any means are called rebellions amongst the people. But are we really this blind? We live in a world where anything can happen, that people change for a reason, and that every single one of us has a chance of changing society.

Can’t you see? The world is hiding the society we know. They say the world is filled with possibilities, they say that we are the ones who can change the world, but how can we if our society itself is nothing but a monster hiding from people’s eyes?

If there’s a fire you’re trying to douse, you can’t put it out from inside the house. If you’re trying to change the world, you can’t turn it around from the world itself. There is only one way to change the world.

Using society.

My name is Ryle Gab Sebastian and this is how I became Project 0

Chapter 1

Sirens.

The sounds of sirens were blasting outside the room. 

Everything was blurry and the coldness was rushing inside the room.

I couldn’t move. What’s happening?

In a matter of seconds, there was a bang.

A gentle breeze was kissing my cheeks as I am swept gracefully to the side. It was as if I was an infant being held in their mother’s arms whilst a gentle and loving kiss is brought to the cheek. It would have been that way if I hadn’t opened my eyes.

Instead, I am greeted by the dark cloudy sky as the rain continues to drench me. I sit up only to meet a pang of shock hitting right on the side of my head. The pain throbbed and I couldn’t help but grit my teeth and grip the side of my head. There was a loud ringing sound and my vision blurred slightly as if a gun had been shot near my ear. After a while of writhing in pain, the ringing and throbbing subsided. 

I catch my breath from exhaustion and my feet staggers as I attempt to pull my self up. As I struggle to pull myself up, my eyes capture what seems like a castle that has survived a hurricane. When I’ve finally pulled myself up, I approach the establishment and take a better inspection.

Based on the fallen debris, it seemed like it was made of glass but it was more of a holograph. What amazes me is that the remaining of the castle has not completely shattered if it was ever made of glass. Curious, I bent down and picked up a piece of the fallen debris and upon further inspection it was indeed glass. Strange. As I turned it over, it showed an image of a beautiful blue sky. I compare the sky from where I am to the sky from the glass. 

This isn’t a reflection.

I pick up more pieces of the debris and it was a different image for every piece. One was an image of a tree, the other was a closet, and another one was a pot and pan. From the pieces that I’ve gathered, it seemed like it was a small house or cottage in the middle of nowhere with a few trees growing here and there. 

But then again, it’s just a theory.

I pile them all in one place and a certain image caught my eye. It was a silhouette of what looked like a man around 6 feet tall. He seems like he’s wearing a trench coat along with a satchel hanging by his right side. There was something in his hand too, but it was too hard to see.

A sudden cough left my mouth and I realized that I was still in the dark, cold rain. Luckily, there is still a bit of roofing left in the castle. I enter of what was left of the front door and look around. 

Decorations were still hung and some doors were still in tact. A glass chandelier still hangs in the foyer and some tables still had flower vases on top of them. The red and gold colored carpet still has its color while the checkered walls and tiles were fading away. Between two large doors is a large mirror that has a gold decorated framing on the sides. I see myself in the mirror. 

I looked misshapen. Even though my hair is short, it was everywhere and my eyes looked like death. It was like I haven’t showered in months. The shape of my body looked more feminine, starting from my arms and my legs. But all in all, I had an average build. My clothes looked like they didn’t survived to whatever apocalypse I went to. The sleeves were ripped and there was a hole showing my flat stomach. Some sort of animal ripped my pants by the looks of it and the color of my shoes has lost its color. Maybe if these were still in tact, I would be mistaken as a butler or detective of some sort.

I fix myself, slicking back my white hair and rubbing my rose red eyes. I couldn’t help but feel insecure of myself. My body was feminine but had an average build, sure but I can’t help but feel like my face isn’t that handsome. There’s drowsiness in my once bright and sharp eyes and my jaw isn’t as attractive as it was before. As I was fixing myself, something catches my eye.

Strange.

“Why is there a wound on the side of my head?”

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Resident Evil 7 Biohazard

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It felt like I was drowning but in a way that I could feel my lungs suffocating as I gasp for air desperately. Slowly, the water starts to clog my lungs and I cough the water out only to breathe in more. My legs were dragging me down while my arms flail around to get close to the sun shinning above me. What scared me the most though was that there were voices. It felt like a siren's voice speaking to me, whispering in my ear in a shuddering tone. "You deserve to die" is what I heard the voice say before I completely fall into the depths of my depression

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