silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I've been alive for nearly 15 years now, and I've always felt like an outsider. Growing up, my parents were both scientists who worked on some of the most groundbreaking projects in their field. They'd often take me to their lab and show me all sorts of cool gadgets and machines. It was a great way to spend time with them.
But it wasn't until I turned 15 that things really started changing for me. My parents were working on a new project together - a machine that could manipulate the fabric of space-time itself. They'd been working on it for years, but they finally cracked the code and built the first prototype.
The first time we tested the machine, my parents took me along with them to watch from the sidelines. But when I went home after school one day, they weren't there - the house was empty and everything seemed out of place. And then I saw it: a message scrawled on the wall in red ink - 'The space-time distortion is real.' My heart dropped as I realized what had happened: my parents had disappeared into another dimension using their own invention.
I tried to find them for years after that, scouring the city for any clue about what might have happened to them. But nothing ever seemed to pan out. Eventually, I just sort of gave up and moved on with my life. Now I'm 20 years old and working as a mechanic in one of the more rundown parts of town. It's not exactly
