[ WP ] Time resets to April 1st when the button timer drops to 00:00 . Everyone realizes they 're in a new terrible groundhog day reality .

`` Hey check this out,'' I say to my co-worker as he walks into the office. `` Yesterday they said you only get one click on this button but it let me do it again today!'' 
 
 `` You already clicked it?'' he asks. 
 
 `` Yeah, I mean I had to see if it would actually let me.'' 
 
 He looks nervous; keeps glancing at his phone. 
 
 `` So you're a filthy purple then,'' he says with a smile. 
 
 `` What does that mean?'' I ask. 
 
 `` You do n't remember? 60's master race? The Emerald Council? The Red Guard? The Battle of the Blood?'' He looks at me as if I should understand what any of that means. 
 
 `` Uhhh... are we still talking about this button thing?'' I say. 
 
 `` Nevermind,'' he says, checking his phone again. `` Lets just get some work done today.'' 
 
 -- - 
 
 The button was there the third day as well. The safety lock sat waiting, a blue button underneath for me to press. The last couple of days I'd gotten a 59 twice in a row. What was that my co-worker said though? 60's master race? 
 
 I flip open the lock and wait until the split second I see the timer reset. I click, and for my efforts receive yet another 59. 
 
 My co-worker walks into the room office shortly afterwards. 
 
 `` You did n't already press it, did you?'' he says as soon as he sees me. 
 
 `` Yeah, I wanted to get a 60 but it turns out that's really hard to do.'' 
 
 He groans and puts his head in his hands. When he looks up I see his bloodshot eyes with purple bags underneath. He looks like he has n't slept in a month. His eyes meet mine, and I see a face full of the deepest spite I've ever seen. 
 
 `` Filthy purple.'' 
 
 -- - 
 
 On the fourth day I walk into the office to find a note on my desk. 
 
 *DO NOT PRESS THE BUTTON* 
 
 I see my co-worker sleeping at his desk. He wakes up when he hears me slide my chair out from under my desk. 
 
 `` You look like crap,'' I say. 
 
 `` Do n't even talk to me,'' he says. `` You people disgust me.'' 
 
 `` Whoa, what did I ever do to you?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Do you know how many years I've spent trying to keep this world going?'' He says, not making any sense. `` The first time around I joined the Knights of the Button. Good group, but it was mostly for fun. I used the Squire to get a red flair.'' 
 
 `` What's that?'' I say. 
 
 `` Nevermind about that,'' he says. `` Anyway the point is I was waiting for *weeks* before that opportunity swung my way. And the next thing I know I've got this private message inviting me to the Battle of the Blood....'' 
 
 He shudders. 
 
 `` Wait, how long has this button thing been going on?'' I ask. `` I thought they just turned it on back on April 1st.'' 
 
 `` You really live up to your /u/ do n't you? It's been April 1st for *four days now*. From your perspective at least... filthy purple. Between each of your days day I've lived weeks, months, and most recently years. Each time the timer reaches 00:00 time resets and we find ourselves back on April 1st. Your memories only last as long as your flair color. Purples only remember one day; Reds remember them all.'' 
 
 I stare at him like he's crazy. 
 
 `` So you're saying... if I press this button... right now... I'll wake up tomorrow and it will be April 1st for the 5th time in a row?'' 
 
 He nods. 
 
 `` And if I wait to press it until later I'll live for years and have to fight in some weird Battle of the Blood at the end?'' 
 
 He nods again. 
 
 `` What happens if you never press the button?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Those are the Shade. They're worse than filthy purples. The Shade remember nothing at all. Every April 1st has seemed new to them. They're stubborn in their ways.'' 
 
 `` So how do we get out of this?'' 
 
 `` Beats me. We've been trying to get everyone to preserve their presses so we can all make it to the Battle of the Blood. Maybe this time we'll have enough redditors to defeat those... *things*.'' 
 
 `` What happens if we get everybody to simply *not* press the button,'' I say. 
 
 He stares at me; realization creeps across his expression. 
 
 `` That might work,'' he says. `` Hey! That might work!'' 
 
 -- - 
 
 `` What did reddit do for April Fools day this year?'' my co-worker asks as he walks into the office in the morning. 
 
 `` I dunno, some button thing. Seems kinda clever. I pressed it but all it did was give me a purple flair,'' I say. 
 
 `` Weird,'' he says. `` It looks like a lot of people are pressing it right now -- I'm going to try waiting until it gets to a lower number and see what happens then.'' 
 
 `` Eh,'' I say. `` Not that interesting to me. Lets just get some work done today.''
