Fledgling Scribbler

So, by request, I will attempt a Lost Room fanfic, where I rewrite the conclusion to be less open-ended. So, here are the last twenty minutes or so:

Joe walked into the white padded room. The Occupant had his back to him. Here was the man who was also an Object. A living being. Unable to figure out what to say, Joe awkwardly began to introduce himself.

“My name is Joe Miller.”

The Occupant gave a start but otherwise betrayed no sign of acknowledging him.

“I just want to ask you-”

Before Joe could finish, the man attacked him, suddenly and unexpectedly. Fortunately, Joe still had his wits about him and was able to throw him against a wall. He pointed his firearm at the Occupant. The man looked around wildly, and seemed afraid of Joe. As Joe was gathering his wits, he noticed the man had a patch over his right eye.

“Easy! Easy. I just want to talk to you. I’m putting my gun down okay?”

Joe slowly and cautiously put down his gun on a windowsill. He grabbed a chair and slowly sat down. Before he could finish the action though, the Occupant shoved Joe out of the way and grabbed the gun. At first, he pointed it at Joe, as if uncertain what to do, and then turned it on himself. Before Joe could stop him, the man had put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

In shock, Joe fully expected to see the man fall down with half his head blown off. Instead, the Occupant merely coughed and spit out the spent bullet.

“Damn,” said the man. Somewhat sheepishly, the man put down Joe’s and faced away from Joe again.

Joe took out the wedding photo. “I met your wife. She misses you, even though she doesn’t remember you,” Joe said, hesitantly. The man looked at the photo, suddenly looking more sad than he had when Joe had walked in.

“I felt it coming. I thought that you were her. That’s why I let you through,” the man explained, his voice breaking slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, sincerely. “Look, I just need to know what happened that day in 1961. Did you cause it? Did you create the objects?”

The Occupant glared at Joe. He turned away, and sat looking out the window. After a while, Joe began to think that maybe the man had forgotten about him, so he started walking up to the man.

“I used to be called Eddie McCleister. I was staying in that room when the Event occurred. It was like an infinite amount of universes collided in that one spot. You have no idea what that feels like. I felt so many different experiences, so many different feelings, impossible memories…” Eddie’s voice trailed off, looking out the window as if he were reliving the moment. “When it was over, everything changed. I lost everything… my wife, my family… I had no reason to keep on living. The room and everything in it, including me, suddenly existed outside of the space-time continuum.”

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All right, this is getting kind of long, and I know there’s not a whole lot of original material in here yet. But, I’m kind of tired, so I’m just going to continue this tomorrow.