[PSL] time travel, time travel

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?

What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.

And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.

But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.

The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?

And where was Jon? ]

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[eyediot]

You've never cleaned it out.

[One of the statements is coming to mind: the Not!Them. Maybe, maybe maybe. A few ideas creep into his mind. He's noticing the differences the longer he looks at Martin now - the skin tone, the hair. Even the quiet sadness in his voice.

He can't trust this. Not until he knows for sure what's going on. He's running out of tape on this recorder but he doesn't dare turn to change it.

His tone comes out more stern. No confusion, no frantic. The Archivist.]

Who are you.

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[ Oh. Normally he kind of likes your Archivist voice, Jon, but this is less pleasant. Borderline compulsion - not that Martin needs it.

(What the hell is going on. Where the hell is he?) ]

I'm Martin. Martin Blackwood. Your -

[ No. Not any more. ]

Jon, how do you not know who I am?

[eyediot]

Everyone in this Archive has been lying to me, in some way or another. I don't trust anyone, least of all someone who almost looks like Martin but doesn't know what lies he's told to keep straight.

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[ Martin flushes a little of that. Because of course he's lied plenty, but just - not like this? For Jon to not even believe that Martin is himself is new. ]

You had rum and raisin ice cream at my birthday outing.

[eyediot]

[If this Martin is the Not!Them, it could easily have pulled that information from Martin himself. Or however that thing works.]

Tell me. What is going on.

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I don't know what's going on!

[ Said with rather more force than he'd intended, plus a stray tear or two. A horrible realisation grips him, and he abruptly thinks he does know what's going on. ]

I - god, this has to be a hallucination. I'm just hallucinating you being all weird and paranoid, because the Lonely isn't content to just - just leave me in silence, it needs me to be tormented by the man I love instead, so I can feel even more alone with you here next to me--

[eyediot]

[Jon sits back, blinking rapidly. That's usually a little more emotional than he usually gets from the person when he takes statements. Let alone what's being said.]

The...The Lonely?

[Don't worry he'll circle back around to that 'love' comment, just. Fucking what.]

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[ Sorry Jon. He's only saying this because he thinks you aren't real.

Martin sinks slowly into his desk chair, holding his head in his hands. ]

Yes. The Lonely. I don't know why I didn't realise it sooner. It's the only option.

[eyediot]

[Jon watches him, then slowly reaches to ... Nudge him.]

This? Is not a hallucination. [He gestures to the bloodied tissues on his desk, his blood on Martin's hands.]

Something weird's been going on here since Jane attacked and you found Gertrude's body. [God, he can hear the static on the tape recorder picking up. Busted old thing.] I've been trying to get to the bottom of it. But this? This is...

I don't understand.

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[ Martin lets out a soft, miserable noise. It's ... not quite like anything Jon has heard before out of him; it's far more despairing than the usual panic. ]

So it's a realistic hallucination. Probably why Helen was there in the first place. Spiral and all. God --

[ But then he stops. Something else catches his attention instead. ]

Wait. What - what do you mean, since Jane attacked.

[ That is not the milestone he would have used to describe anything recent. ]

[eyediot]

Jane... Attacked the Archive. I've only been back a few weeks. [Look, his WORM HOLES are still healing, he hasn't even taken off all the bandages yet.]

We haven't even gotten rid of all the fire extinguishers yet.

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[ Jon's worm holes are still healing. And the fire extinguisher is still under his desk. And --

Something is very wrong here. Something that isn't just the Lonely. ]

What day is it? What - what year is it?

[eyediot]

... It's the second of October. [And because he asked:] Twenty-sixteen.

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[ Twenty --

If Martin hadn't already been seated, he would collapse into his chair now. As it is, he just sort of ... goes limp. Staring ahead at nothing. It's 2016. It's two-thousand-bloody-sixteen-- ]

Oh. Oh god.

[eyediot]

[Yeah, his paranoia is kicking up pretty hard. But at the same time, Martin looks.... Genuinely. Upset.]

Right.

So.

Again I ask: who are you.

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[ He is both extremely genuine and extremely upset now. A hallucination would be an answer. This? He doesn't know what this is. ]

I ... I'm Martin Blackwood.

[ His voice wavers a little. ]

Martin Blackwood, from September 2018.

[eyediot]

...............


That's not possible.

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I-I bloody well know it isn't! But - but it's happening anyway!

[ Even as he blurts out his own misery, he's thinking rapidly. October 2016. What's next at this point? He dimly remembers this, he thinks. Didn't Helen get trapped in a door right around now? ]

[eyediot]

This is some-- It has to be some elaborate prank by Tim. He put you up to this.

[Tim and Sasha know he's trying to get to the bottom of something, that Jon's falling into paranoia. He knows because they're starting to get annoyed and suspicious of him. It'd be easy to get Martin in on it.]

Fine. Fine, if they want to do this, then I'll just. I'll keep working to find the truth.

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[ Oh. Oh.

He should probably object to the thought of Tim getting Martin to play a prank on Jon but -

He only barely gets his hands over his mouth before a small strangled sob escapes him. ]

Tim's still alive?

[ Of course he is. It's 2016. ]

[eyediot]

What?

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I - I guess he'd have to be. If it's only 2016, I -

[ Wait. Tim being alive is good, yes, but that means there's another problem. ]

-- Sasha. You - you have to get away from Sasha. She's not - not Sasha.

[eyediot]

[Yeah, they've just completely forgotten all about the tea now huh? And even though the tape should have run out by now, it's still somehow going. Jon's paying it no mind, not when Martin is... having some kind of break down. He doesn't fully understand it.]

And you're not Martin, even if I can't explain it. We've dealt with supernatural beings and-- and stories of cults and anything else, but time travel? Even that's a little far fetched.

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[ It is far fetched. Even with all the things they've done, they haven't encountered that, right? No statements --

Wait. ]

No, it's. It's happened. We have a - a statement. I've seen it. 0092204, given by Anya Vilette.

[ He remembers faking follow up work for it while preparing for the Unknowing. ]

[eyediot]

What?

[That's enough to pull Jon out of his spiraling thoughts. Statement 0092204? He hasn't encountered that one yet. The name doesn't ring a bell off the top of his head either.]

I haven't read it yet. Where is it?