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One trip. That's all they give you when you sign up for your first session. One chance to go back, to see what life was really like for those who lived in the past. Allow me to elaborate. I'm studying at the Wells Institute of Science and History, or the WISH. More importantly, I'm trying to get my HBA in Evolving Cultures. In other words, I'm one of the lucky few who get to go back in time and see what really happened. It's sure cleared up the history books. The first thing they do is strap you into this gigantic machine that looks like Dr. Frankenstein's lab bench. The only thing they guarantee is that you'll make it back, but the timing

Mark's fandom was completely and utterly insane. Sure, they were nice and all, but deep down they were all sadistic. At least, you thought that because of what you saw. Sitting in your submission box on your Tumblr was a creepy drawing of Mark, sent to you by a user with a bunch of letters and numbers for a url. You knew better than to trust someone with a name like d4r3k1p163r4. Unless that was something in a language you didn't understand, in which case, you didn't really care. Under the drawing was a caption. "He's here." Classic horror trope. The imminent arrival of the bad guy. You rolled your eyes skeptically and hit the delete butto

CH. 14 - RUN FOR YOUR LIFE Alli ran through a black forest until she dropped to her knees. Green smoke collected around the ground, and Michelle appeared in front of her. She looked up in exhaustion. "Tired of my little game, Alli?" "Finally, she learns my name. And no, not yet." "Then wake up and face me!" she screamed right in her face, slapping Alli silly. Alli's mouth sprung open and red smoke poured out, throwing everyone back against the walls, including Yoko. Michelle created her body once again, waking the girl up and pulling Paul into her grasp. Alli shot awake and clamored to her feet. "You have two options, dear," Michelle pu

CH. 13 - IF I NEEDED SOMEONE Alli Johnston, fists clenched, stood confidently alongside a short Asian woman in white clothing. They stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. John had no idea why, but he was strangely drawn to the short lady. "Michelle," Alli greeted, "I haven't seen you in a while. Still roasting people?" "I'm about to burn your friends alive," the evil witch cackled. "Care to watch?" "Not really. I'd much rather destroy you and get it over with." "Well, well, well! The mortal girl is challenging me to a duel!" "She'll kick your ass," John shouted down. "Indeed I shall." "I was talking about Alli." "SILEN

CH. 12 - WAIT Michelle finally returned to the main room. John tried again to get her attention. "Hey, aren't you gonna let us see our friend before we're killed?" he asked politely. "Or eaten!" Ringo corrected. "Eaten, in your terms, is a little vague," she called back, having fashioned an oven in the time she had her back to them. "Think of it more like drinking. Specifically, your life energy. Simple and easy. The more people I devour, the longer I live. And I intend to live for much longer. Now, give me the flower child." "Flower child?" Paul repeated. "None of us are children, and we don't wear flowers." "Give me the Lennon boy!" s

CH. 11 - IN MY LIFE Out of energy, Alli leaned against an inanimate tree. "Come on," Yoko urged her, "we've got to keep going." "I can't." She turned pensive and stared straight ahead. "What do you mean, you can't?" "I'm not like you, Yoko, I need food and sleep, neither of which I've gotten. This isn't some stupid story where I magically don't eat or sleep on this important quest." "I could make that happen." "Don't bother. I can't win anyway." "You've come this far, what's wrong?" Alli hesitated. "When I heard you in the village, as you were trying to break free, you said a name. Whose name was it?" "Paul." "Yes, Paul, your Paul!

A few months later, you exited a patient’s room, elated at having nearly cured them. You’re not gonna go into detail, but hell if you weren’t grinning like an idiot when you went back to your office. Sitting at your desk, having recently been checked out, Mark spun around in your chair like a child, cheering and laughing. You shook your head but grinned even wider. You went around to the other side of your desk and physically stopped the chair. Startled, Mark glanced up. “Pardon me, Mister Warfstache,” you noticed the pink cartoon ‘stache above his upper lip and tore it off. “But you’re in my

CH. 10 - I'M LOOKING THROUGH YOU Night fell, and Michelle had not returned to the main room. The four boys sat in their cell, growing increasingly tired and hungry. "I wish I had packed a sandwich," George groaned just as his stomach growled. "I wish I had brought me drumsticks," Ringo pouted and slumped against the wall. Paul and John sat staring at each other. "This is all your fault, you know, Macca," John pointed out. "And how is it my fault?" Paul took the bait. "You're the one who was all, 'Ooh, let's go poking where we're not supposed to be'. What did you think was going to happen?" "We'd trip over a few rocks, run from some woodl