A Word Of Encouragement

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
You enter a dark enclosed room, and encounter a grandfather clock in the middle of it. The clock seems to be ticking in uneven beats. It gives you a sense of nostalgia as you quickly compensate the decisions you made to get to this point. You approach the grandfather clock with a face filled with guiltiness. You realized that you have lost control of yourself, the one thing you thought would still be with you. You, after many years, have finally lost everything. The endlessness of the Backrooms slowly starts to fade from your mind. The everlasting beauty of everything, finally came to an end.
Your face fills with tears.
"It's shocking what insanity does to a person. Their soul, crushed into a million pieces, as their faces slowly start to lose emotion. Everything they ever had in life is gone, turned to bits. You realize that the Backrooms, compared to reality is a much more better place, with only the fear of being forgotten stopping you from continuing on. Even at your darkest moments, there is still a slight glimmer of hope that they can reach, that you can reach. And that hope, makes you get up everyday with a purpose. That hope, makes you believe, which is something that no other thing can do. That hope, makes you go on. That hope, is the only reason why your heart's still beating. That hope, is the only reason why you haven't been forgotten, because even if everybody in your life has forgotten about you, you still have yourself, and that is a fact you need to know."
 
You shouldn't give up, even if you've made horrible decisions in the past, it's the future that counts. Even if you're facing the most powerful entity known to mankind, you must know that the people you helped along the way are watching you from afar, cheering you on, even me. The boundaries of life and death are like a race. You cannot fall behind, you must go forward, because you have thousands, hell, even millions of people rooting for you to win it once and for all." 
"Don't let go."
 
 
 
"Hang on."
 
 
 
 
***
 
 
 
 
 
Tick.
 
 
 
 
Tock. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tick.
 
 
 
Tock. 
 
 
You examine the clock and its properties, such as its length and width. You don't know why, but the clock fills you with life and hope. As if there were a voice speaking to you, encouraging you to go on. You are suddenly filled with the urge to keep hanging on, to not give up. You clutch your weaponry tightly, as a black portal appears in front of you. You take a deep, deep breath.
 
You know that this was the final straw, 
 
until you win the race. The everlasting race of life and death.
 
 
 
***
 
 
 
"Hello, did you miss me?" 
 
...
 
 
"Out of all people I have encountered, you were the bravest, most courageous one. You had the purest soul I've ever seen. I believe that you can do this. Since the first time we met, you have proven to me that you're a warrior. That you'll still hold on even after getting shot ten times, or having your limbs ripped apart. You've been through so much, and you've faced many dangers. And yet, you kept surviving, you kept holding on. You've proven to me that you don't need my help, you don't need anybody's help. It doesn't matter whether I'm alive or dead, the only thing that matters is that you win, to make up for all the things you've done. All the crimes you've committed, all your sins and things you're guilty about. Remember, it isn't your fault that I'm dead. 
 
"Make everybody proud."
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Make me proud."
 
 
 
***
 
 
 
 
 
You feel a cold breeze entering your chest and you take a few deep breaths. The urge was getting stronger, as if he was still alive. It felt as if it was the ending of a horror action series. After all, you were indeed a big fan of those. You check your watch, it was your birthday. You quickly hum a "Happy Birthday" tune to yourself. It isn't the same, not being able to blow out candles and receive birthday presents. But the thought of coming out victorious was enough of a birthday present than anything. 
You enter the portal filled with emotion and determination to win. You close your eyes and relax as you feel your atoms disappearing and reappearing in a new place.
 
 
It was a black room filled with glitches. In the middle, was your enemy, the person you had meant to kill all this time. The person that killed him. Everything was worse than you expected, but you didn't care,
 
 
 
 
 
because you wanted to win, 
 
 
 
 
 
and you are going to win, whether you like it or not. -By Normal 
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