[ SECRET POST #2370 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2370 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 05 pages, 105 secrets from Secret Submission Post #339.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 1 - broken links ], [ 1 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Comments

Re: WRITE SOMETHING OFF-THE-CUFF

[(Anonymous)]

He woke up one morning with blood on his hands and no memory of what had happened. This wouldn't have been so strange, not anymore, save for one thing: his videos were gone. Everything. The Youtube account he swore he had been posting to for years had disappeared without a trace. His Twitter, too. He frantically searched through his minimal possessions -- if only he could remember where he had last been, maybe he'd left them there? But there was no proof. No way to remember. Not without the tapes. They were the only constant in his life, the only thing that was stable, the only thing that could fill in the blanks, and now they were gone.

At the same time, he felt as if a massive load had been taken off his shoulders. Despite his confusion, he felt relief -- but also sorrow, as if a part of him had gone, lost forever with the videos. The most disturbing part was the fact that he knew, without question, that the blood was his. He didn't know why he knew, but his instincts never failed him. Led him nearly to his death, yes, but failed him? Failed to guide him to a strange hint, a fragment of information, something to guide him forward? Never. In the distorted haze of his life, his instincts, at least, were clear as day.

But he had checked his body pretty thoroughly, and there was no clue as to where the blood had come from...and somehow he doubted it had been a nosebleed.

Something very important had happened. Something big. For better or worse, he was certain his journey was at last coming to an end.

If he could only remember...