Rupture (1)

Jahanox Nova climbed the rickety staircase that spiraled up the old clock tower, each step creaking under his weight.

The air grew cooler as he ascended, and he paused for a moment to look down at the ground far below.

A smirk crept onto his face as he muttered to himself, "Why did Zazm call me here? Is he planning to throw me off this tower?" He chuckled at the thought, but then his expression turned suspicious.

"Wait, this place won't have any wild animals or some other shit, right?" He continued to joke with himself, his voice echoing in the empty stairwell.

Finally, he reached the top, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him. The rooftop was completely abandoned, littered with broken railings and trash that had accumulated over the years.

The view was breathtaking, "Yeah if I fell down from here my breath will be taken," though; the sprawling city lay beneath him, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

He took a moment to appreciate the beauty, but the eerie silence of the place made him uneasy.

As he examined the surroundings, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and a whisper floated into his ear. "You are here."

Jahanox jumped, his heart racing. "Man, you gave me a heart attack, Zazm!" He turned to face his friend, who stood there with his trademark carefree smile.

"Unfortunately, you didn't die, it would've been better if you asked me," Zazm replied, his grin widening.

"You don't worry, if i ever have to die I'm talking you to hell with me," Jahanox shot back, a grin forming on his own face.

"Do you really think you can do it? Keep being delusional," Zazm teased, and they shared a light laugh. But then Jahanox's expression shifted to something more serious.

"You know, I'm sure you weren't here. Where did you suddenly appear from?" Jahanox asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Zazm's smile widened even more, and he closed his eyes, not answering. Jahanox watched him, puzzled, until Zazm suddenly vanished.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned around to see Zazm standing behind him.

"Zazm… you… you can teleport yourself?" Jahanox stammered, his mind racing to comprehend what he was witnessing.

"Yeah! I wanted to show you this," Zazm replied, walking closer.

"No way in hell," Jahanox said, still trying to wrap his head around it.

"Yeah, I can do it, though the range is still quite short," Zazm explained, his tone shifting to something more serious. "Now let's get to our primary goal."

Jahanox nodded, his expression turning serious as well. "To check the timelines, right? What do I have to do?"

"Just follow me," Zazm instructed, leading the way to an even more abandoned area of the rooftop.

Once they arrived, Zazm pulled out a cloth from his bag and laid it on the ground. Jahanox raised an eyebrow. "You came prepared."

"Of course," Zazm smirked, plopping down on the cloth. Jahanox sat down in front of him, curiosity piqued.

"So here's the breakdown," Zazm began, his tone shifting to one of focus. "I'll send my consciousness to the most dense regions of the spacetime fabric. I said it would take an extremely long time, but it won't since I already pinpointed the location."

"What place?" Jahanox asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"A black hole in our galaxy. The curve it creates is the perfect place," Zazm replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jahanox raised an eyebrow. "So what exactly am I supposed to do?"

Zazm pointed at him before sitting cross-legged. "Your job is to check that I stay alive."

Jahanox placed a hand on his own forehead, incredulous. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Zazm smiled at his words. "Nothing complex. If blood starts dripping out of my nose, eyes, mouth, or anywhere, use your mind control to bring me back."

Jahanox nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Oh, I see. Sure, it won't be a problem. I can do it. But why would that happen?" he questioned Zazm.

Zazm lifted a finger and spoke, "One I'm sending my consciousness at an extremely foreign and dense regions, where it should be impossible for anything to go.

Therefore, it can have huge toll on my brain and second if I stayed there for too, my consciousness will start to disappear and my body here will die."

Jahanox nodded understanding the weight of his friend's words, "And you're leaving your life to me?"

Zazm smiled at his words, "I trust you, don't let me die." Zazm put his hands on his legs and closed his eyes. Jahanox looked at Zazm as he slowly stableized his breathing and froze in a single place like a rock.

As Zazm's consciousness began to drift, the world around him turned a brilliant shade of blue.

Slowly, every sound faded away, replaced by a profound silence that enveloped him. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place that seemed endless—a realm of pure beauty and wonder.

The place was more beautiful than any place Zazm had ever witnessed, he can clearly see all the threads and not just those he can see the curves, created by planets, starts and other spacial bodies.

The spacetime fabric stretched out before him, a tapestry of vibrant colors and shimmering threads that danced and intertwined like a cosmic ballet.

Each thread pulsed with energy, radiating hues of violet, gold, and azure, creating a mesmerizing spectacle that felt both alien and familiar.

It was as if he had stepped into a dream, where the laws of physics were mere suggestions, and the beauty of the universe unfolded in ways he had never imagined.

Zazm took a moment to absorb the breathtaking scenery. "Ha.... This...."

The threads of spacetime twisted and turned, weaving in and out of existence, forming intricate patterns that resembled the delicate filigree of a spider's web.

Stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky, their light refracting through the fabric, casting ethereal glows that illuminated the vast expanse around him. He felt a sense of awe wash over him, a profound connection to the universe that made his heart race.

"Wow," he whispered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the vastness. "This is incredible."

As he floated through this surreal landscape, he marveled at the way the threads seemed to pulse with life, each one representing a different person, a different possibility.

"These curves they are far bigger than I expected." Zazm commented looking down a huge curve caused by some spacial body.

He looked around him trying to find something in a hurry, he jumped from place to another until he finally noticed ripples in a region in the spacetime fabric.

"Bingo there it is" Zazm quickly hurried towards the ripples and started to read their movements. He will use these ripples to track the location of that black hole and determine whether what I he thought was right or not.

"Okay, focus," he reminded himself, shaking off the distractions. "I need to find that black hole."

With newfound determination, Zazm began to navigate through the fabric, teleporting from one point to another with ease.

"As I thought, I don't need to rely on threads to teleport, I can teleport anywhere in the entire universe as long as it's on the fabric."

The sensation was exhilarating; he felt as if he were flying, soaring through the cosmos. Each jump brought him closer to the black hole, and he could feel the gravitational pull of its presence drawing him in.

"Just a little further," he murmured, his excitement building. "I can do this."

Meanwhile, back on the rooftop, Jahanox lay on the cloth, holding a book in his hands. He occasionally glanced at Zazm, who hadn't moved a muscle since he had closed his eyes.

"What even is going on there? It's been hours, and I'm bored," he muttered to himself, flipping through the pages of his book absentmindedly.

He looked up again, his gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun had dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows across the rooftop.

The moon began to rise, its silvery light bathing the world in a soft glow. Jahanox felt a twinge of unease. "Zazm, you better not be getting yourself into trouble," he said, half-joking, half-serious.

Back in the realm of spacetime, Zazm was jumping around the fabric, avoiding planets and cosmic debris as he made his way toward the black hole.

The beauty of the place was intoxicating, but he couldn't let himself get distracted. He had a mission to complete.

Finally, he spotted it—a swirling mass of darkness surrounded by a halo of light. The black hole loomed before him, its gravitational pull distorting the very fabric of spacetime around it.

Zazm felt a thrill of fear and excitement as he approached. "This is it," he whispered, his heart racing. "This is where I'll find the answers."

He looked down at the curve it created in the spacetime fabric, and he was now sure that he could see whether timelines were ruptured here or not.

But it was a risky plan; if he wasn't able to pull himself back and fell through the timeline, even he didn't know what would happen. "Thank goodness I have Nox sitting there," he thought, reassuring himself. "I'll be fine."

With a deep breath, Zazm jumped into the curve of the black hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He felt as if he were being stretched and pulled in every direction at once, yet he was also weightless, floating through the void. The colors around him swirled and blended, creating a kaleidoscope of light that dazzled his senses.

"Damn, as I expected, this curve only looks small," he thought, his mind racing. "It's bigger than a hole that would be created if millions of our planet were placed together."

He started teleporting deeper into the black hole deeper while falling down, the thrill of discovery pushing him forward. "How long would it take? I'm teleporting while falling."

Zazm looked down noticing it will take quite the time but he couldn't afford it, his focus peaked as he concentrated and his teleportation distance increased alot, it nearly tripled but he had to concentrate a lot.

"One wrong one and my legs would be at a different place than my upper body. I'll become the next Go/Jo."

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After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the end of the curve. "Huff, finally here, huh?" he gasped, taking a moment to catch his breath. He began to move deeper into the black hole, his curiosity driving him onward.

As he ventured further, he came across a small crack in the fabric of spacetime. It was a fissure that seemed to pulse with energy, and Zazm's heart raced with excitement.

"No way in hell...." but that excitement died as a wave of fear and worry washed over Zazm. He had hoped that he was wrong. For the first time he wanted to be proved wrong.

"What now?" he questioned himself now knowing what to do next, he had discovered the problem he was here to find, the timelines were infact ruptured but something else confused him.

"Why is this crack on the fabric instead of the timeline?" It caught Zazm's attention, Zazm can clearly see the extremely dark and dense threads of timeline, though vague they were visible but the crack.... It was not only on those threads.

The crack, the disoriented movement, it spread from those spreads to the fabric of space time fabric. Zazm was lost in thought, he forgot to notice his surroundings and forgot....

If he didn't leave in a particular time his consciousness will be destroyed. He was lost in thought when he heard a crack sound from behind.

He quickly turned around and the crack exponentially increased and now he was standing on the crack in the space time fabric, sweat tickled down his neck and he let out a dry chuckle.

"I'm Fucked..."

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The moon came up long ago, Jahanox sat surrounded by several snack rappers that he ate and a lot of empty bottles that he bring with him.

"What is taking you so long, it's 3 in the morning, man." he annoyingly questioned glancing at Zazm but his widened with surprise.

Zazm entire face was covered in blood, his eyes, nose and ears were like fountain of blood. He quickly got up knowing it was his time for the job.

He went closer to Zazm and put his close to Zazm's hand but he stopped midway, his eyes turned slightly dark and a slight creepy smile appeared on his face, "But why, should I really save you?"

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Zazm felt his entire bieng being torn apart, it was like he was drowning, the pain was so much that he couldn't even shout. His thoughts were just on one place 'Where is Nox?'

His vision started getting blurry, his muffles started disappearing and Zazm's consciousness started disappearing.

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