Tyler's Loop

Tyler stood on the damp, hard floor, in complete and utter fear. He knew that any moment, his death would occur, but he remained frozen in shock.

Tyler watched as the man slowly opened the door, letting some light into the room. The man walked inside and carefully closed the door.

“I’m sorry, but it is for the better.” The man said in a rather cheerful tone.

“You… well, I guess we, did some terrible things, and it is about time somebody punished you for it.”

Tyler watched the man come closer, instantly recognizing the scruffy beard and sharp green eyes.

“If I've timed this correctly, I should be able to kill you and still have plenty of my life to live.” The man laughed as Tyler watched the man look down on the floor and grab a clean yet very sharp knife off of the floor.

The man slowly drew out a knife from his pocket, making sure not to accidentally cut himself. The man looked at Tyler in the eye, and Tyler looked back at him.

“That is a bit odd. You look exactly the same as I do now. I guess you don’t age very fast, do you?” The man grinned a repulsive grin before slitting Tyler’s throat.

The man laughed as he slowly wiped the blood off of his knife and tried to quietly slip the knife into his pocket. Instead, he dropped it down on the floor.

The man didn't care and congratulated himself on a job well done, and vowed to never come into this room ever again.

The man was about to walk away when the truth hit him and he stopped in his tracks.

“If I vowed never to come back into this room… then why would I go back into this room to get murdered by myself?”

Suddenly, Tyler knew why he looked exactly the same as they Tyler from the past.

The timing was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

Tyler stood on the damp, hard floor, in complete and utter fear. Frozen in shock, Tyler watched as he saw himself slowly open the door, walk inside, and carefully close the door.