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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/BadandyTheRed on 2024-10-21 01:01:49+00:00.

Once the bedlam from the fire alarm died down, Bianca took me back into the building. She spoke to some of the security personal and I was escorted into one of the restricted sections. She turned back to me with a look of obvious anxiety,

“We need to go to my office; it will be safe there to discuss what I think is happening. After we do that though.” She paused making sure she had my attention.

“We will need to bring this matter to the foundation directors. The situation is a potential danger to the entire establishment and all the personal associated with it, as well as who knows how many others.” I nodded my head, not wanting to force her to speak more on the matter until we were in a secure setting. Though I was anxious to learn what she knew about what the hell was going on.

I did not have to wait too long. We walked through a network of halls leading further in. The halls gave way to a secure, bunker-like wing of the facility. Entering an enormous security door I had to do a double take as we passed by several arrays of odd-looking technology in the background. I was about to ask Bianca what they were but as I looked at her, she seemed to be getting more nervous as we moved on. We suddenly veered left and a small door was visible with the number twelve on it. She swiped a key-card she had in her coat and an electronic lock disengaged and we moved into a small office with thick dull gray walls and minimal decorations. A desk, computer and various books lay strewn among the surface of a plain metal desk and Bianca gestured for me to sit in the chair opposite hers. I obliged and as soon as I sat down, she had had pen and paper in hand and ready to take notes on whatever we discussed presumably.

I was about to ask her what was really going on, when she asked the first question.

“Where did you find the device? I mean the phone; was it acquired recently?”

“Well, I didn’t find it, it’s my phone, I dropped it down a small flight of stairs near my work. It broke of course and after breaking it started doing this, but what exactly…” She cut me off again and started in with another barrage of questions.

“Are you able to use it to send any message or call? Do any other functions remain? How many calls have you received? How many messages from this M person?” I was starting to get frustrated,

“Hey I thought you were going to be telling me what happened? I already told you what I know, I don’t know how this works. I have been receiving these calls for a few days and in each case, there has been a call for help to emergency services that somehow comes to my phone. It is always about something exactly twenty-four hours before it happens and I have tried to stop almost all of them. Now if you don’t mind, would you tell me who the hell you think M is?” She looked down at her papers and back at me with a plaintive sigh as if she was not sure if she should humor me in things I would not understand. I tried not to take offense to it, but she was getting more and more impatient with me as we went on.

“I’m sorry I got carried away, I know you must want answers. It is just that this situation is very sensitive and well."

She paused again, her impatience giving way to that same concerned look from earlier.

"You must understand that what I can tell you is limited, many things are strictly confidential and what I do tell you must never leave this building.” I nodded my head again and she continued,

“Good, well as I stated before this foundation has been researching radical new technologies that would revolutionize and change the world as we know it. One of the most significant projects under our purview was Project Echo. This initiative was led by one of our best, a brilliant man named Doctor Rolland Merrick. Merrick was not only the director of Project Echo but the mastermind behind the research involved in its inception. This project was an attempt to successfully send an object back in time using a tachyon transmitter. Merrick was a genius in the field of temporal research and experimentation. This project of his had even reached the point where the experiments involving the proposed goal of transporting objects forward or backward through time were becoming genuinely possible. All that was left was a practical test of the device, but,”

She trailed off, her tone shifting from one of admiration to tragic concern while she continued,

“There was a terrible accident that occurred during the first fateful attempt. An energy spike threatened to destroy the project and set us back years in our efforts. Doctor Merrick broke the safety quarantine in an effort to shut it down and save the device, save his life’s work. It was too late however and Doctor Merrick ended up being wholly disintegrated on an atomic level, along with the devices he was carrying. We continued following up on his project, but he has been dead as far as we knew for over a year. At least it seemed he was until now. Considering this mysterious attacker who is able to predict things before they happen and is targeting foundation members, along with leaving the initial M in a message, well it suggests an outcome we did not expect.”

I could not believe the insane tale that was being told to me, secret time travel research? This was crazy stuff. Yet it was hard not to try and believe some of it, considering what I had experienced so far. How else was my broken phone receiving calls from the future. But that begged the question,

“Why am I able to receive the calls though? And how or why is this dead scientist returned from beyond, contacting me after my efforts to prevent disasters that he might very well be orchestrating?” She looked at me and then her notes and responded,

“That is the question. Remarkably it seems he is not dead, but actually made it back through time in a very corporeal way. Why he has contacted you I am not sure.” I considered her answer, but was still very confused on one detail in particular, M’s motive.

“If he is back, why would he be trying to kill you all? Shouldn’t he be trying to get in contact and share his discovery and not murder the faculty?” She seemed caught off guard by my question and looked away to her papers while giving me a dismissive sounding,

“I don’t know why he would wish to kill his former coworkers, perhaps the process of phasing between time has damaged his mind and he is lashing out at the people who he can remember. Maybe he blames the foundation for letting it happen to him in the first place, I don’t know.” The explanation did not sound authentic and I felt like she was holding something back. I did not push the subject but I knew there was more to M, or I should say Merrick and his motivations.

“Now that you have your answers, I am going to need you to come with me and speak to the board and see what they think we should do.”

“Alright but what else do you need from me?” I asked feeling more uncomfortable as I sat there, not knowing what was going to happen to me or what M might try to do next.

“We just need to see what the board suggests we do now that the facility might be compromised. This is a serious situation and it has been shown that you are not entirely safe either, despite his attempts at communicating with you.”

We left Bianca’s office and walked down a corridor to a large ante chamber that looked more like a military command and control center. There were armed guard and scientists everywhere. Cables snaked in every direction and the thrum of energy could practically be felt in the room upon entering.

Several scientists sat around a table discussing and murmuring things to each other and Bianca approached them slowly.

“Directors, I apologize for the suddenness of this meeting but we have a serious situation.” She paused briefly, waiting for the entire group of members at the table to turn their attention to her.

“I have uncovered evidence that suggests that Doctor Merrick is still alive and worse he has come back here and made contact with a temporal anomaly. He seems to be contacting someone through the anomaly and is trying to kill faculty members.” There was a mixture of gasps, dismissive chuckles and stern grunts at the collected board members digested the news they had received.

A tall man sitting at the head of the table held up a hand and the rest of them quieted down.

“If Merrick has come back somehow and his memory is intact, he will have remembered what happened. He is likely already plotting some kind of revenge on all of the members of project Echo, which led to his unfortunate accident. It is also likely he was responsible for Calvin and Michael s deaths. Put the facility on high alert and we need to do something about this madman.”

I heard the names spoken and remembered the first two victims. I knew they worked here, but did both men work on this project Echo? What did they do to Merrick besides failing to save him from getting zapped by a machine?

Another voice chimed in,

“What about the anomaly you mentioned, is it still intact and still here?”

Bianca paused a moment looking uncomfortable and then pointed to me. I held up my hands and started to panic, what were they going to do to me?

“No wait I don’t know what you all think I am, but I did not sign up for any of this. I just broke my phone and was trying to get a new one from the store before I got the first of those weird calls." I pulled out the phone and everyone took a step back…

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