The Broken Gear (Creepypasta)
My First Creepypasta Attempt...
My story begins on March 27TH 2018 in the middle of nowhere, a thunder storm just on the horizon rumbling ominously.I didn't care about the storm. Picking up the bottle of beer I looked again at the pistol on the table, contemplating ending it all. I have no family, I was adopted over 19 years ago by a couple that didn't love each other. For a while they tolerated each other, barely making small talk or greeting each other as they woke up.after a while things were getting hostile in between my parents they'd throw names around and insist on fighting, escalating to each of them trying to kill the other. I was locked in their closet when these fights happened and after the fifth fight had quieted down, nothing. nobody came to unlock the door and no more sounds for about three days. when the kids from next door came to see about a little pocket money for washing the family car, they found my parents dead in a dried pool of blood and me locked in the closet unnaturally thin. ever since that day I've been thinner than the average school locker, my peers deciding to alternate between locking me in my locker or just beating me up. come high school I was never popular with the ladies but I did have one that was special to me, Janice. I loved her, and she seemed to love me just as much. The cops drove her to prison for whoring and I haven't seen her since. I have no family or friends, nobody would miss me.
I picked up the pistol and put it in my mouth, almost dropping it due to shaking hands. aiming it upwards toward my skull. I fired one shot. BANG then I knew nothing.
Surprising myself I blinked awake, had it all been a dream? no, it couldn't have I could still hear the soft drip drip of my blood dripping off the ceiling and I could see my gray matter, bits of skull sticking out of it, stuck up there too. Waiting for death I lied there for a while hoping that once I started bleeding out I'd stop thinking and fall into whatever awaited me in the afterlife. one hour passed, not sleepy. two hours passed, still not sleepy and the drips of blood on the ceiling have stopped dropping. Three hours pass and I'm thinking "I really should be dead right now" I reached up to scratch the back of my head in puzzlement.But the expression on my face was then disbelief. There was no hole in my head. So I got up and tried again. I emptied the whole clip into my brains before giving up. I couldn't die. I sobbed there for a while before getting up and waling slowly to my hooptie of a car and driving to get beer at the closest gas station. parking, I opened the door to the gas station and was met with the bright, cool interior of the shop. Selecting two large cases of beer, I plopped them down on the counter and said to the cashier "How much do I owe you Evan?" Evan being the only person I knew for miles, the owner of the gas station, and on occasion a drug dealer. Nothing was said for a while, so I looked up at Evan and to my horror I realized he wasn't moving. He'd been posed into an action pose like a mannequin, I checked his pulse... nothing his skin was clammy. He's been dead for a good four to six hours.
I panicked and grabbed the beer, jamming them into the car next to me I speed home and flipped on the TV to see what the fuck was going on. nobody moved in the live broadcasts, recorded programs were working like normal, nothing was being broadcast on the news other than a story of a serial rapist. I drank HARD that night and had to get out of bed slowly the next morning, grabbing myself a cup of coffee to help with my hangover. A chunk of gray matter fell into my coffee from the ceiling and I shrugged and drank the hot mildly iron flavored coffee.
Getting back into my car I drove farther and farther stopping at the gas stations for fuel, food and drink. Each one was the same Unmoving people as cold as the grave. How was the power still on, I wondered. Perhaps the energy the electric plant supplied was static as well, unable to be consumed but still providing power. I don't know, I don't think anyone ever came up with a study of how the flow of time effects energies. So I drove, never seeing a single moving person.
Along the way I suffered two car accidents, both of which should have been fatal. I had broken into a gun shop and shot myself twice before pulling the pin on a grenade. after Each of those fatalities, I would wake up on the floor without so much a scratch.
Two months later, I drove back to my house. Stopping at Evan's gas station to gas up, I went in and saw some thing had messily decapitated the person I once knew as Evan. I whipped around hearing something behind me break. A sigh of relief escaped my throat. one of the cheep snow globes had toppled off the shelf. Turning back to Evan. My Heart would have stopped if I could have died. in front of me on the counter under Evan's hand was a something that hadn't been there before... The Gun... The Gun I had used to commit suicide with.
one second crept into two and then to three The crunching of broken glass alerted me to the fact that I wasn't as alone as I thought anymore.I ran for the truck, getting inside before something big hit the ground behind me. I turned around to see what it was. It looked human, but it couldn't have been. The ground where he trod caved in causing little craters in the asphalt, no human that slim could be that dense. It wore a black button down shirt, the unbuttoned buttons showing a bright blue shirt underneath along with some dirty faded black jeans. It had a crazy grin on it's face, showing off three rows of very sharp, very animalistic looking teeth teeth. it's nose was almost nonexistent only two slits in the general area gave a hint to it's existence. It had no eyes however. no sunken sockets or eyebrows. He was covered in what could only be blood, and a lot of it.
I wasn't expecting what it did next: it calmly opened my passenger side door and sat in the seat next to me, the car rocking alarmingly.
I stared at it for what seemed like hours, silently sweating, Before it turned to me and said "Drive" in a voice that sounded like sandpaper being rubbed together. So I did, nowhere in particular, but I drove. I opened my mouth to ask a question but he raised a slim finger to his flat colorless lips effectively shutting me up before I started. "You must have questions, yes?" he whispered, "I'll answer them as best as I can. Your first question would probably be 'What are you?'. this I don't know, I came into being when you..." He held up two fingers on each hand in the gesture of quotes "killed yourself."
He turned to me still smiling and I asked. "D..do you know.. what is going on? I mean with the people?"
At this he frowned. and in a displeased whisper said "You did something you were not meant to do." He held up the pistol "You see, everyone in this world is made a certain way to interact with certain things. If you imagine time as a big clock then the people inside are the clockwork gears and if a certain part doesn't do what it's supposed to do, then the parts that it was supposed to interact with don't do what they are supposed to do and eventually the clock stops or does something wrong."
I turn to him and ask. "Is there a way to fix this?"
His frown deepens and he says "Eventually the one who made the clock will need to replace it, or fix it. But their seconds are measured in your eons. You'll be here for a while, so get used to it."
I look back at the road and flinch noticing there's a person in the middle of it. Swerving to avoid the person I accidentally discombobulate my passenger nearly toppling the car in the process. "HEY! What's your problem?! They don't care if they're hit anymore!" He yells.
"They are still people, and if you're telling the truth then there's a 50% chance that they will care that they have been hit if I cease to exist" I voiced
"No they won't." He growled "If your gear is replaced then everything you've done here gets reset to the point you tried to kill yourself in."
"You know what, give me my gun." I said keeping my voice level, I held out a shaking hand. He smiles and hands it to me and I put it away in a box under my seat.
"not like it will do you much good, you can't die and you won't shoot me because I'm the only other intelligent being on in this hell hole..." His voice sounded wispy, like it wasn't quite there and turning suddenly he wasn't. I was alone yet again for a very long time.