Samson's Journey

Prologue
He set the alarm to P.M. instead of A.M. It doesn't matter anyways because he'll wake up anyways. Samson is good at getting used to things. Not much happens in his life, but things are about to change. A man who's in control of his life yet not the situation is a man in a paradox. Can a man change? Time goes by so fast. Samson's already a man. How long has he been working on his project? I'd say 5-6 years now.

Samson could've been so much more, but he took a gamble and got stuck in the little leagues of technological projects. Stuck making scripts after scripts on ROBLOX.

"Hello World! I have much to offer!"

"Well that's great! What do you have?"

No response...

That right there summarizes the life of Samson, and we could end the story right here, but no. I said there would be a change right? You can't possibly be doing the same thing over and over again. Sometimes things change out of nowhere, but you have to commit. Why do you think we aren't dinosaurs? A meteor struck, but life pursued! Well anyways, this is not my story. This is Samson's. I'll see you soon, friend.

= ACT 1 =

Morning
People have been waiting for this project for a long time now. I have made quite a name for myself on this platform. Known for my games having things never seen before. Considered "the Valve of Roblox." I wish I was that good. I'm just too good for this. Not that I have an ego, but it's true. Working on this project has been my one goal ever since I started.

I call it KRONOS. It's not really a game. More of a simulation. KRONOS, once finished, would be able to simulate the an open world from 1965 to 2023. Basically you can travel the world of each time. Why did I decide to make this? To prove that I'm overqualified for this, and that maybe one day the world would change and realize what I can do. Well, I guess I should start creating if I want this change.

Noon
There is something wrong with the NPCs. They are clustered together making some weird amalgamation. Something is different about these NPCs, but I just can't recognize the difference. I try to delete the mess, but it won't go away, and in an instant. Gone.

When I mean gone, I don't mean the weird glitch, I mean everything. My years worth of work. Gone in an instant. There was no way of undoing the deletion of everything because Roblox Studio crashed. I would be panicking, but I save my progress everyday just in case something rare like this were to occur. In no rush, I search for my save file from yesterday. As I search, I can't find anything. There is nothing here. My save files are empty. This can't be true. How could that even be possible?

I check my Recycle Bin, but there's nothing there. Is truly all gone? Has it all been for nothing? Not possible. I continue to search.

Afternoon
My eyes glance to that clock which reads, "5:00 p.m."

It's already afternoon? I have been doing nothing but searching all my files, but I already have done that 5 times. This isn't working. I'm just doing the same thing over and over, like usual. Now that I think about it, how much progress did I even do in the KRONOS? Well it doesn't matter now. That was years worth of work, and I need to find a solution. The internet must have some sort of solution. I have to find it.

Night
It's "7:55 p.m."

Oh God. It's truly gone isn't it? What do I do now?

Nothing I do nothing. I don't know how to feel anger or sadness right now. Just emptiness. It's nothing new, but it's a different kind of emptiness. Emptiness full of emptiness, but at least it's full of something. Something isn't right though. What was that thing? Nothing was adding up.

I look down at my phone to check the time, and it just turns to 8:00 p.m. To my surprise, my-

= ACT 2 =

Morning
Alarm goes off. It is 8:00 a.m. I wake up in bed. My bed feels more blocky, and the sun shining through the window doesn't feel real. Was the whole just a dream? It had to be! Thank God! I don't know what I would've done if my project were to actually just vanish like that.

I go over to my computer to start actual work on the project. My keyboard feels different. My hands feel different. Everything feels different. Nothing about this feels right. Slowly, I turn my head down to see my hands and the rest of my body. Everything is blocky. I look around and notice that my world is blocky. What the hell!?

This is wrong, and my head begins to start feeling sick. I run out my door and see the world. I'm familiar with everything here. How would I not be? I made this place. It's what I've been working on for so long. I'm inside KRONOS. My number one goal is to get out of here, but how? This has got to be a dream as well, right? I hear a muffled voice yelling at me. Slowly but surely, my head begins to fade back to normal and the muffled yelling gets clearer.

"SIR YOU ARE BLOCKING THE ROAD! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS?"

It was a police NPC. Knowing how I made them, they tend to be hostile. I hope this doesn't end badly for me because he seems pissed off.

"You know what? You don't seem to be listening to me. You're under arrest!" he said while extremely annoyed.

"Okay, I heard you! I'll move now!" I respond trying to get out of trouble.

"How did you do that?" asked the officer as he began to transition from a demanding pose to a concerned pose.

"Do what?" I reply returning a concerned look on my face.

NPC citizens from around stop in their tracks and turn around to me. Driving NPCs get out of their cars to look at me. They all lose their expressions and it turns into blank faces, staring into me. The police NPC slowly walked towards me with, examining my face. He slowly opened his mouth. The shocked face slowly turned into a grin. I believe it realized who I was. "Do you know how it feels to live the same exact day everyday?" asked the police NPC with a demeaning tone.

The other NPCs in the city started to creep closer to me. "Listen, it seems you know who I am. I just need to get home. Maybe I can fix your problem," I pleaded.

"That's not going to happen," demanded the police NPC.

Next things I knew was all of the NPCs started sprinting at me, so I ran as fast I could. I better get used to this blocky body because it is clear that these people do not appreciate their creator. Quickly, I run into a nearby apartment alleyway to escape the chaos, but that was a dumb move. A whole mob of NPCs started running through exit of alleyway I was running to, and there was already a mob of them chasing from behind me, so I was now blocked off on both ends. Without thinking, I burst into an apartment through the window to find a couple watching television. The lights start to flicker and the room changed.

Noon
The flatscreen television turned into a vintage television. There is now a family of three, and the couple both look fancier. Their clothes also changed. The mom now had on a blue and white checkered dress while wearing gloves, the dad wore a brown-checkered suit, and the son was wearing overalls. Did I go back in time? Of course I did. This is KRONOS after all. "Don't be afraid Darling. It's safe here!" said the mother with a grin yet comforting voice.

I don't want speak after what happened last time. "Hey kid, you can speak if you want. We don't bite," said the father with thick deep voice.

The kid didn't say anything and stared at me and continued playing with his toy blocks. Everytime his builds fell apart, he made something new. Always different. Never the same. This seems familiar. They look familiar. I turn around and see that the mom prepared lunch for us to eat. Chicken noodle soup. Usually something you would eat for dinner, but I don't mind. This will make this terrible day feel better. As I begin to eat the lights start to flicker again.

Afternoon
I'm back in the present. Everybody is trying to get into the apartment. The couple is different as well. They are both grinning at me just like the police NPC. I run for life as they start to charge towards me knocking over the blocks of where the boy was playing with them. I run upstairs the apartment into a bedroom. There's a shotgun on the bed. I equip it and lock the door of the bedroom. NPCs from the outside are trying to climb on each other to reach the window of the room I'm in. I hear the couple banging on the locked door. I grasp the shotgun tight. My palms are sweaty. I hear a knock behind me. I turn around. They are still outside. I'm still safe. I hear another knock above me. I look up. Nothing there. I'm still safe. I hear a knock in front of me. Still nothing. Am I safe? I begin to panic. But as long as I'm in this room it seems like I'm safe.

The wall on my right bursts open. NPCs from the next-door apartment bursted their wall down! I am not safe. I point my shotgun at them and try to shoot the grinning NPCs. Although I don't want to harm anyone, I have to live. The lights start to flicker, and everything changes back to the 60s timeline before I shoot.

Night
I'm still in the upstairs bedroom, but the couple are asleep now. Another shotgun appears on the bed because I didn't take it in this timeline, but I still have mine. This timeline is safe, so I don't need it for now. As long as I can find a way to stay here and find a way to escape I'll be fine. Present timeline wants to kill me, so I have to keep that in mind even though I probably wouldn't forget the fact an entire city wants to kill me.

I hear a loud banging from the front door downstairs. Slowly, I open the door of the bedroom, so I don't wake up the couple sleeping. I quietly walk down the stairs to not make a creaking noise. It's so dark that I didn't even the boy was already downstairs ready to open the door. The banging got even louder until it eventually stopped. I stopped the boy from opening the door. I signalled to him that I would do it instead because I didn't want him getting hurt. Then suddenly the door burst open pushing me away. A shadowy figure emerged and pushed the boy to the ground and shot him in the chest with a shotgun. I was horrified. The man, or NPC, killed a kid!

He looked horrified as well even though I couldn't see his face. I could just tell somehow. He turned his shadowy head to me, and ran out the door. I lept out the door to chase after him with my shotgun, but eventually I lost him. It was too dark outside that we blended in with his surroundings. He was nothing.

I run back to the house with my shotgun in my hands to check on the boy. What I find is the mom and father over the boy's lifeless body sobbing. The father has a shotgun. They both turn their heads to me. The mother yells, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"

I look back with sadness and in awe. I'm speechless and terrified. The father stands up with his shotgun and points it at me. There's nothing I can say to convince them this wasn't my doing. I'm the only other man with a shotgun in their hands, and a dad would never kill their own son, so I run. I hear the loud footsteps of the father chasing after me, and I hear gunshots of him trying to shoot me. "SAY SOMETHING YOU MUTE LUNATIC! CAN YOU NOT SPEAK OR SOMETHING?" screamed the furious father.

I assume the police were called because I can hear sirens and police cars looking for me. The one thing on my mind is to run. This place is no longer safe. Although the family will always believe I killed their son, I will find whoever did, and I will give them the justice they deserve.

= Act 3 =

Out of Bounds
As I continue running, I'm not even in the city anymore. I'm out of bounds. It's nothing but pitch black. I look behind me, and I can't even see the city anymore. It's just me and a shotgun. Just a fake blocky shotgun in a stupid Roblox project I created. I should've never created this place. I did it for my ego and now I'm probably going to die in this place. I could've done something that actually would've benefitted me during those years creating this stupid simulation! Why did I do this! Everybody here hates me, and nobody in the real world even cares about me. My family never did. They always said I would go no where with my programming skills and that I was nothing special. They said I wasted my time typing words into a computer than speaking actual words.

I miss having fun. I just want to go home. I want to change. I begin to sob. Artificial yet real tears.

"It's lonely, isn't it Samson?" asked a disembodied voice.

"What!?" I yell back.

"Just let all the emotions out friend. You've been holding them in for so long!"

"Who are you!?"

"You created me Samson, and I created all of this! I'm KRONOS,"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"It will soon friend, but you're not lonely anymore. I'm with you, and I have tons of more friends to come too!"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

Night
I wake up, and I'm in a mirror maze. I see my blocky body yet it feels real now. In fact it always has. That's not a good sign. I really have been wasting my life on working on this stupid KRONOS "game."

I walk through the mirror maze. It's still lonely, and when KRONOS was talking to me said it would give me friends. I don't trust it, and if it was giving me friends I don't know what it's definition of "friends" would be. As I progess through the maze, the lights begin to flicker.

''Click. Click. Click. Click.''

Every second, I hear a clicking noise, and shattering glass. I need to find an exist here soon because I'm not alone. I speed up through the mirror maze I begin to panic. I keep bumping into mirrors, and I believe I'm going in circles. Didn't I already pass that mirror with the big scratch? There it is again! Let me take a closer look. As I look at my reflection, I can see a reflection that's not mine right behind me. "Hey you!" it yells at me.

I begin to run for my life. It's now after me. As I panic, I look behind me, and I don't even notice but I crash into a mirror in front of me shattering the glass everywhere. I avoid the tiny shards, so I don't get cut.

I continue my run, but this time I focus on what's in front of me. I slow down a bit. I'm in front of someone. I don't want them to notice I'm here. Wait that's the mirror with the big scratch. They seem to be examining it... Wait a second. Is that? Oh god.

"Hey you!" I yell.

The past me begins to start running, and I start running after him, and eventually I ran into myself, but this one wasn't scared of me. It was disgusted in me and was more hostile. He dropped his shotgun and threw a punch at my face making me drop my shotgun. "IT WAS YOU! YOU NEED TO STOP IT! STOP IT!" he yelled with immense anger.

"What!?" I yell back.

We start throwing hands at each other. He strikes at me but punches into the mirror behind me getting his hand cut into pieces. He screams in pain. I pick up my shotgun and shoot him in the head. I just killed myself! I almost throw up, but I control myself. He was attacking me. There was nothing I could've done.

I turn behind me to see where he came from, and I find a door. I bang on it multiple times trying to get in. Eventually, I take a deep breath as future me is right behind me at burst my way in through the door and shut it.

''Click. Click. Click. Click.''

There it is. It's that thing. The glitch that destroyed everything. The almagamation. The eyes. All white. They stare back down at me. It is huge. All black. My arms shake as I quickly pull out my shotgun, and I attempt to shoot it, but the lights flicker.

I look down to see what I shot, but my eyes widen and my mouth drops. I'm paralyzed. I can't believe what I just did. As I examine the face it makes so much more sense, but so much worse. It's my younger self. The boy from earlier. I look to my right and see my past self look in disgust and horror at me. I turn around and run through the door. I see another version of my past self in the mirror maze. I drop my shotgun, and I punch him in the face to release my anger of what I've done. I scream to him, "IT WAS YOU! YOU NEED TO STOP IT! STOP IT!""

"What!?" he yelled back.

We start throwing hands at each other. I strike at him but I miss and hit a mirror behind him. Cuts all over my hand. It is terrible. It hurts like hell, but I deserve this. It was me after all. I killed myself, and my father tried to kill me. Past me runs to the door. I need to stop him before it's too late. He picks up his shotgun and-

= Act 4 =

Darkness
"Welp Samson, wake up. Looks like your time has come! At least physically. You can still change," said the disembodied voice.

"KRONOS? Where am I?" I ask while groaning in pain.

"Not somewhere you want to be."

"What is that supposed to mean? KRONOS? Hello? Respond!"

''Click. Click. Click. Click.''

Oh God no. That things. The amalgamation. KRONOS sent me to where that thing is. I don't even want to know what it can do, but I just know I need to run away from it, but I don't even know where to run or where it is. KRONOS brought me a pitch black place just like the out of bounds area. The clicking sound it makes, the loud thumping it makes when running. I don't even know what it is.

Click.

I keep running straight forward through the pitch blackness. I must be getting somewhere.

''Click. Click.''

It sounds like it's closer. Oh God. What do I do! I don't know where to go. I don't want to be near that thing. I make a left praying I get somewhere.

''Click. Click. Click.''

This isn't working, I just need to run faster. Any direction doesn't matter at this point. I just need to... What am I doing?

''Click. Click. Click. Click.''

Why am I running? I'm dead anyways. I already killed myself with the shotgun. It doesn't matter anymore. Did it ever matter? I wasted everything.

I turn around to see the almagamation just standing there. Not attacking me. It's still making the fast clicking noise. I look closer to see what the thing is. I see faces. Faces of me. Younger me, present me, older me, everything me.

"Samson. I will give you a chance," said KRONOS.

I look down to see a button in my left hand, and I look down to see another button in my right hand.

"The left button will let you go back home, continue creating me, and you will forgot all of this ever happened. The right button will let you return to being a little kid again and have a chance to restart and do what you wanted to do."

I respond, "But I will lose everything I have done on this platform!"

"Have you really done anything, Samson?"

I don't know what to do. I look at the amalgamation of me and it turns into normals versions of me. They all look at me. After all of this, I just need a hug. But then we connect together, and then chaos ensues.

= Act 5 =

EVERYTHING
We are going everywhere. We are travelling through each timeline so fast. I can't comprehend where I'm going. There is clicking and rattling from the buttons I'm still holding, and I need to decide quickly before it's too late.

"I gave you Option A or Option B, Samson, and you somehow managed to pick Option C! Look at what happens when you follow the pattern Samson! Chaos! You, or whatever you are now, some amalgamation I guess, is and has caused nothing but problems for you! See how you harm yourself? Now look at your hands Samson! You're aging to death. You're going to fast."

"I can still fix this! I understand everything now! Everything! It was worth it, KRONOS!" I shouted through the rest of suffering versions of me in the amalgamation.

I drop the button in my left hand, and I forcefully bring my empty hand down on the button that's left.

Everything stops.

I look to see that the amalgamation has seperated again. I am back in the 2023 timeline of KRONOS. I look up behind me to see me behind one giant computer screen working on the "game." I look back at my alternate selves, and hug them all. This time we don't mesh together, but eventually we all start to get deleted from the game. Everything in the game does actually.

I look at my younger self and grin one last time.

Epilogue
Little Samson has changed back into his younger self. Playing with the blocks in the living room. His dad comes in and says, "Why don't you play with the rest of the kids you mute weirdo?"

Samson replies, "You would never understand."

And then little Samson grinned even bigger than the last time he did.

I told you I'd see you soon friend, and I'm no liar, and I assume you know who I am now.

But I hope we leave off with a happy note with Samson. Will he change for good and do what he wants to do instead of letting himself and others keep him down, or will he be stuck in a paradox once again? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but Samson's story isn't ours to follow anymore. He has to follow on his own terms. Now you best do the same or, well... You'll be seeing me.