[ WP ] You found a watch that does n't tell time , instead it has a count-down timer . Tomorrow it reaches 0 .

*Day One: Hour Twelve: Cycle 1* 
 
 Cracked glass, good condition of metal, I can take this apart and sell the individual parts to the local watchmaker. Hour hand is at 12, must be broken. No minute hand, interesting. I look along the edges, no screws. I ’ ll need a wedge then. If I ’ m lucky, I can get the golden cogs within it. This could cover rent for the next three months. Gives me time to figure out a way out of this hell hole. This is good. This is really good. 
 
 *Day Two: Hour Eleven: Cycle 1* 
 
 I don ’ t know what that handwatch is made of but my tool broke when I tried to take it apart. Of course it ’ s unbreakable. Of course I can ’ t take it apart. Of FUCKING course I won ’ t have an easy meal ticket. This goddamn world isn ’ t that nice. Ruddy thing is useless to me now! Wait, the hour hand is at eleven. Okay? So it works but it ’ s worthless as a watch. Breathe Tyler. I could take it to Old Man Ty anyway. Got ta be worth SOMETHING. The back of the watch says S.H.E.L.Y. Never heard of the company before. 
 
 *Day Three: Hour Ten: Cycle 1* 
 
 The old man told me its value only existed in my hands. Useless in anyone else ’ s. He had a shit eating grin when he said I should hold onto it. I threw it in the trash as I walked out. Ty, you ’ re my best friend but once of these days I ’ m going to poison your corn flakes. 
 
 *Day Four: Hour Nine: Cycle 1* 
 
 I woke up with the watch in my hands. Hour hand at nine. I breathe in. Ty, I swear to god if you ’ re pranking me with this shit, I ’ m going to really poison your food, man. Walking out onto the balcony, I chuck the watch into open dumpster lid in the other apartment complex. 
 
 *Day Five: Hour Eight: Cycle 1* 
 
 Watch is back. This time it ’ s back with a note. *I wouldn ’ t do that again Tyler. You have to do important things with this watch. * Copper fills my mouth as I bite into my gums. I rub my head as it begins to throb. I ’ m going to punch whoever wrote this note in the throat. It ’ s probably Ty, more than likely Ty. Ty you shithead, what are you doing? I know you like talking to me, but I have work to do. Okay, maybe not “ work ” but it still helps pay the bills... 
 
 *Day Ten: Hour Three: Cycle 1* 
 
 The watch glows now. Pretty light show. Hour hand is three. Hmmm. That… Should it be doing that? Hmmm. The moment I touch it, the light transfers to my left hand. 
 
 “ Host accepted. Immunity granted. Wait until Hour One to use the device. ” A robotic voice comes out of the watch. The light continues to spread, growing like cancer until it engulfs my entire body. What the hell is going on? “ Scans indicate an excessive amount of adrenaline, lowering amount to calm the Host. ” Like a light-switch, I feel calmer. What the hell is this watch? 
 
 “ What the fuck is going on? ” The light intensifies. 
 
 “ Scans indicate the mind has broken serotonin receptors. Restoring brain functionality to 100 %. Scans indicate a severe allergy to peanuts. Removing deficiency. ” The color of the world changes slightly. Like, my dreams aren ’ t as hopeless as I thought. It feels weird. Me, hopeful? In this shithole? Next thing I know, I ’ ll be hugging Ty and telling him I love him. Hah. 
 
 “ Diagnostic sweep complete. New class unlocked: Scavenger. Natural aptitude in finding fissures. Natural aptitude towards fixing broken paths. Deficient aptitude in self-control. Deficient aptitude in safe butterfly insertion. Powering down. ” The blue lights on my body and the watch die. A talking watch? Glowing body? This… This is new.. Would Ty believe me if I told him? Probably not. But the thing he likes more than telling stories is hearing one. Kinda hoping he believes me though. 
 
 *Day Eleven: Hour Two: Cycle 1* 
 
 I talked to Old Man Ty. He started laughing. He takes out a gun. 
 
 “ Finally accepted you, did it? Take good care of Shelly, will you? ” He points it towards his head. 
 
 “ Ty no! Don ’ t do it! ” I scream out at him. Please don ’ t do this. You were the only one who looked out for me all these years. Don ’ t take that from me…. Please... 
 
 “ Save me. ” He pulls the trigger, that impossible smile not leaving his lips. Save him? What? The watch begins glowing bright again. Why now of all times? 
 
 “ Medic ’ s connection has broken. World Path has broken. First assignment: Fix the Path. Assignment will be explained in two days. ” 
 
 *Day Twelve: Hour One: Cycle 1* 
 
 I could barely get out of bed. The police questioned me for hours before releasing me. They said I couldn ’ t leave town. Hah… where would I even go? 
 
 *Day Thirteen: Device Unlocked: Cycle 1* 
 
 The watch opened. “ Uploading the World Paths. Uploading the Maps of Time. Uploading potential Fissure Points in time. ” Within my mind I could suddenly see what I had to do. Ty wanted me to save him. His death broke a World Path… Just how important was he? But, Time-Travel is impossible! It has to be! 
 
 “ Returning to two days prior, do you accept? ” The watch spoke. I gulp. Ty always knew me. He chided me when I worked for him. *What are you going to do when I'm gone and not around to tell you what to do? * He'd laugh. Now he was gone, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. 
 
 “ Yes. ” 

