Creepypasta: Out of Space, Out of Time

Creepypasta: Out of Space, Out of Time

I'm not the reason - (I'm not your scapegoat)
It's not my fault - (I'm not your god)
It's not my problem - (I'm not your martyr)
I'm not the cause - (I'd leave you all)

All work and no play makes me a dull boy
- Mudvayne, “Dull Boy”
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The fledgling man had no recollection of any sort of prior life before this endless grey void he was floating in, but he had the instinctive feeling this was nevertheless not right. No, it wasn’t right at all. One minute he had been…sleeping? Was sleeping the word he was looking for? At any rate he had not been conscious, but he had certainly been dreaming. Those dreams were different from this, though. He had known his dreams to be fiction, whereas this place was unmistakeably factual.

“Hello.”

A voice addressed him from the abyss, and the young man briefly wondered if it was not an unseen observer but rather the abyss itself that was speaking to him.

“Hello” he responded. “I…wait, who am I? What’s my name? What am I?”

“You had no name, and you were born of human flesh but to no mother and father.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t” the voice sighed with an audible hum. “You were a clone, to put it bluntly. Bred in a test tube, raised in a vat, experimented on until your frail genetic structure could stand no more. And now here you are, are you not?”

“So I’m dead?” the young man asked.

“In a sense you were never really alive.”

“Then where am I? Heaven? Or the other place?” the young man asked with no undue amount of trepidation.

“No, not Heaven, but this isn’t the other place either. This is Limbo. In all of humanity’s history through the epochs, you are the only one who lived a life that was completely devoid of both virtue and sin. Admittedly due to circumstances beyond your control, but certain rules must be adhered to. As I said, this is Limbo. This is your prison, and it is your only home.”