Have you ever had the feeling of losing everything? I sure have, and it isn't pretty. You can listen to my sob story if you want, just make sure you don't have any distractions occurring. It all started a while back... I'm not sure how long ago, it's been a while since I've been able to tell the time from... anywhere, really. Anyways, my life was doing just swell. I had friends, I had money, and I was planning to get a job soon. But then at about 10:59 PM, everything changed. I just passed out from nowhere, and then I had a dream... or I guess I should call it a nightmare. It was a replay of everything that happened that day, but at an incredibly fast pace, and everything was black and white. When the clock in that dream hit 11:00 PM, I was greeted with a blood-red eye. It was quite traumatizing, to say the least. Afterwards, I woke up where I've been for... who knows how long. Again, I don't have any source of time, and I haven't had one in a very long time. It's really dark in here, but my eyes have adjusted over time, and I see... a room. It had a bookshelf, a coffee table, a cracked TV, a couch, and a potted plant. I tried reading some of the books, but the pages were too dark. One day, I realized that everything took place in some kind of black liquid, definitely not oil, though. I peeked my head up to the surface, and I saw... him. The one who trapped that poor pair of square brackets, Livi. I'd tell you the details of what else I saw up there, but I put my head back under immediately, because I didn't want to suffer the same fate as Livi. Something deep down told me that it was 11:00 when I looked up. I haven't looked since, sometimes I can hear movement. I wonder if that's still him, or if there are other people in this place. I've tried to come up with a solution to why I ended up here, but I can't seem to think of one. Anyways, that's about it. If you wonder where I got this paper, I ripped it out of one of the pages of those books, and it turns out this substance works pretty well as ink. Maybe that's what it is, but then again it wouldn't make sense how I'm able to survive in it. Whatever. My name's Glitchy, and please don't come down here if you end up finding this paper nearby. I've become so used to this place, I don't want anyone to help me. The sunlight would blind me. Good luck out there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I found this strange, long letter nearby a large pit of... tar? I'm still not sure what it is. After I found it, it's safe to say I was... quite shocked. I checked my watch afterwards, and it was 11:00 PM... this better be a coincidence. This clock shape I re-created in the project was at the very bottom of the page, written in what looked like human blood. The sound playing in the project was coming from deep down in the pit, so I took out my phone to record it. But it got really loud at the end, and I got frightened, so I stopped the recording and ran off. I'm putting this here in case I end up like the poor fellow who wrote the note.
