Content Warning: blood, anxiety, self-doubt, sloth.

An angel statue was standing from the abandoned and almost destroyed building, holding the rope of judgement was just about looking in my direction.

Blowing winds. 

Trashes such as papers.

Rusty, wrecked, and clunker car.

Pink skies.

Those were my vision after I woke up. 

I was lying on the ground, helping myself up to stand by the use of my elbow. The dust of the wind passed through that made me scratched my eye.

"Help? Is there anyone alive?" I shouted. I know that it's impossible for anyone to hear me, but who knows? 

On the other side of my thinking, Everyone is dead already... I'm the only human on Planet Earth alive. No more heartbeats. No more society.

I almost fell from the ground because I stumbled on a rock.

Thirst. Pang of hunger. Those are the impacts that made me knocked down.

Black vision. 

The sound of the clock coming from my right side made me awake. It's kind of creepy because of the music its producing. I was curious that made me took it. I clean the dust surrounding it using my left hand. I even blow it using my mouth. Finally, I can clearly see the two arms of it. One is shorter and one is longer. And also, the roman numerals from I to XII are there.

After long years of being asleep from the ground, I could see the sun rising again. I carried the clock and placed it in front of the rising sun so I do not dazzle. The wind blows through my right ear that made me looked up to the statued angel, again.

"What are you doing there? Why are you wasting your time being stunned and just standing for a very long time?" I shouted so the angel could hear it. 

I saw a small stone from the ground and I took it, "Why are you wasting your time for nothing?"  I cast it and threw it towards. 

I suddenly touched my tummy because it rumbled. I saw a reckless mini-store. It was full of veins and bushes everywhere as I can see from far away. I immediately sprint my walk, I cannot misspend my chance.

I opened a can, it smells like spoiled spam. The other can, too. Was there any food that is not spoiled here? I toured my eyes around the mini-store... and there's no more.

Minutes from fighting with my second thoughts, I just ate the spoiled meal. I just took 30 minutes from thinking! Thank angels to the clock in front of me.

30 minutes isn't that long to think, right? I thought. I burped and placed the 5 empty small cans on the floor. 

What should I do now after eating? 

My smile reached from the side of my ears when I saw the bottled water from the old cabinet. It has cobwebs adjoining it. I swiftly removed it and twisted it. As I was looking at the clock, I just spent a minute and thirty to finish all the drinks inside of it. 

But wait, who am I again? What is the purpose why I lived? Did Satan sacrifice me that's why I'm the only person living on Earth? I don't know! I can't even remember all the things, memories, events, even my name! 

Should I spare a thought thinking of my name? Hmmm... what if I'll make one instead? Clock? Kcolc? Or maybe... Chroni. Chroni! That's a filthy name... why did I even think of that? Aban? Aba? Andon? Niker? 

I am sweating now just because of thinking my name. My eyes were getting dizzy, my soul getting paranoid, view getting blurry. 

"Tik-tok... Tik-tok..." The sound coming in front of me was saying that. 

I held my hand while I can hear the stomp background music, "Stop! I know!" 

"Tik-tok... Tik-tok..."

"What name should I be called?" This time, I'm scratching my head, feeling restless, unsettled, uncomfortable. "Mervcy? Mervcy Chroni?" 

The clock suddenly dropped from the cabinet where I placed it. Was it because of tremor?

"Help! Help!" I screamed. "Please, help me!"

After I shouted that, I don't know why I laughed. "No one can save you, Chroni. No one else except you." 

I picked up the clock and I saw that it was broken. Broken but still working. "I took 66 minutes just for my name. Now, how many minutes will I spent for my life?" 

I throw the bottled water on the floor and freely walked out of the mini-store. I didn't even try to look back because it would such a waste of time. 

I saw the angel again. "Go, fly! You don't have a purpose anymore! You don't need to guide me!" 

Like the statue, I was stunned for a very long time. 

Even I, I want to ask myself. Do I have a purpose here? Or maybe, I should just finish my heartbeat like the rest of humanity... dead. 

"Anyone out there? Help me!"

"Tik-tok..."

"I am Mervcy Chroni! Please help me!"

"Tik-tok... Tik..."

"Save me from this nightmare!"

"Tok..."

"Have mercy on me! Have pity on me!"

"Tik-tok..."

"Anyone? Please!" 

I begged for how many times now. No one's helping me. 

I slowly sat from the ground, placing the clock I'm holding on to the stone, placing my arms around my knees. "Why did I deserve to survive? Why do I deserve to live?"

Tears falling from my eyes. I'm not even immortal? I still have feelings? "Just... please. I don't deserve to live. Just give my life to someone else."

I saw the small hand of the clock was placed III while the long hand was at the XII. It is familiar to me. The position of the hand. The placing of it. All are familiar!

The sound coming from the old church's bell rang. It sounds like angels pleasing, singing their salvation. I immediately took the clock from the stone and hang it in the air. That's why it was familiar! It was the same position as the angel statue.

The ground was trembling.

Skies were turning pink and a darker shade of blue.

Bell from the church was still ringing.

Blowing winds coming from the dark clouds.

All the rusty building was slowly falling down. I looked back... and yes, even the mini-store was being destroyed.

Birds are dead.

Rocks are stumbling and falling apart.

And I ran quickly going to the angel, "I only have you! Please, save my life! Help me!" Response? Nothing.

I was sprinting going from there while the ground is shaking. 

"Ouch!" A boulder fell from my legs. I'm still pushing it away, I'm getting weaker every second. "Angel! Help me to remove this one! Rescue me!" I even looked up to the statue so it could hear me. 

But then, no response.

"Tik-tok... tik-tok..." I was getting paranoid because of the sound of the clock. "Tik-tok."

I guess now, even the angel cannot save me. As I was looking at the angel, it was freely flying... but flying downwards. The judgement of rope was pointing in my direction, and within only a few seconds, it may be pinned through inside of me. 

"Tik-tok..."

While thinking... maybe I should spend my time wisely earlier. Time is very important. Even Hours? Minutes? especially seconds is paramount. Why did I waste my time thinking of such a nonsense thing? At first, I already know that it is not important but why I'm still doing it? I already know that it is wrong, why I keep pushing it?

Adjusting my position because the boulder was stucked on my leg, and looking straight on the skies are the only thing I could do. Receiving the judgement of rope coming from the statued angel placed on the abandoned building is the finale of my life.

I guess this clock in front of me was nothing but just to measure my stupidity.

The only and last sound I heard other than my scream because that angel fell from my body, and the rope of judgement was pinned in my abdomen, was the sound of an abandoned chroniker.

"Tik-tok."

Eyes were widely opened as I rise immediately from the ground.

Light pole, Street lights.

Silent houses.

Trashes such cards.

Red skies.

Those were my vision after I woke up.

Where am I? 

Noises of humankind.

Humankind... Am I not the only person here on Earth? F-finally I can get help from someone!

"Help!" I shouted from a far away. 

Bet. Story. Gambling.

My poor soul was... happy... when I heard the children book and the nursery rhyme. 

People made me drunk. They let me gamble! They let me risk everything I literally have!

Without knowing, blood was dripping coming from my hands. I mourned loudly. All I just was a help! Crying all that I have until I fainted.

After all of my thinking, I passed out. I am having a second thought if I should ask for their help. I want to ask what's going on. 

Hands were gripped on the stirring wheel. Feet were on the Gas and Brake Pedal.

W-what's happening? W-where am I... again?

Destination. Numbers.

They were all having fun not until I came in. Kids holding sweets and Guardians with their babies and love ones.

I am so confused!

Suddenly, my head hurt. Ears were hearing something else.

It was a familiar sound... a striking rope of judgement.

"Please... h-help me! I'm begging now!" 

A poster flew through my face that made my vision blackout. 

"Come and join us inside the Carnival!" I murmured while I'm reading the old, circus-ish designed poster.

"Say cheese!" My eyes hurt when a camera light snapped just right in front of my eyes. I didn't see who's behind of that camera!

"Help! I-i can't see!" My hand was supporting my eyes to cover the light while the other hand was chasing that person behind of the camera.

My hand slipped through a blank canvas. Swimming in a place full of water paints. Is this the life of being a dramatical painting? Who's behind of this?

I immediately raised my body because I'm already drowning. I asked help to the painter but the painter is not responding. The only thought of him was the girl... It was a blurry picture but a girl lying on the Carnation.

I just blinked my eyes and heard a girl screaming for help, too. She was running in a dark field, maybe someone's chasing after her.

My vision was I'm in upspeed, feet were on the gas pedal, hands gripped in the stirring wheel, and minutes of it... blood poured through my face.

I cried.

A little droplets coming from the night skies joined me as I was desperate of the help from someone.

Do I really think that they could help me? Or maybe... they... need my help while I don't need theirs?

I saw my vision was painted back through the past or in the future... I don't know. Everything was just black and white.

No sign of humanity like I can see in my past timeline.

There's no trashes such as papers.

No presence of rusty, wrecked, and clunker car.

Am I dead now?

What's going on right now?

Did I already answer my purpose that's why someone brought me here?

Or I am still the useless human that even wasted their time to figure out my own name and whole life?

This place is just warm. Not hot. Not cold.

Realizing that all throughout, I'm travelling through... time. But why? Why am I stuck inside the Abandoned Chroniker? 

Am I cursed?

Am I immortal?

What is my true and real purpose, again?

My thighs and knees went heavy that made me fell from the ground. I'm so enough with the tears in everything I will do. I'm done suffering for nothing.

Eyes closed.

Vision went black.

I passed out.

I guess I'm not dead. I'm just going to travel through time with the use of an abandoned chroniker.