In the sudden afternoon, a voice echoed. "You got caught."
I slowly looked up at the sun as I felt something abnormal about it.
"Would you like to fix it?"
I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out of it.
My instinct screamed that something was incredibly wrong.
I drew in a deep breath, suppressing the knot that crept in my stomach.
"Who are you?" I asked, looking at the sun.
My question was met with silence as the world remained still.
"Would you like to fix it?"
The voice repeated its last phrase again.
"I asked who are you?" I growled, glaring at the sun.
"Would you like to fix it?"
After a pause the voice asked again.
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Nothing mattered.
No matter what type of question I asked, I was responded to with the same question again and again.
It was like the thing was in repeat, despite what I asked.
"Would you like to fix it—."
"No, goddamnit!"
I finally snapped at the voice, glaring at the sun.
Then it all happened in a blink.
