from the Behind. (no correlation)

A Story by Mimic

Life as a ex-background character.

Mimic

12/15/20

from The Behind (no correlation)

Passages from the dairy of John Smith.

I'm writing this for the safety of my life. Yeah I know, seems overused but its real. I think I'm the background character. Everyone around me that's walking down the sidewalk, going to their everyday office job, and raising three kids all by themselves aren't real. When I talk to them they give video game NPC like answers. No personality. No life in them, but, some people are real. They look different from us. They are different from us. They talk with personality, they walk with personality, they go on adventures and high car speed chases. There on no records, like they just spawned into existence. In the background I've been researching one specific man. Ronald Eggsquire, he's one of them. He does drugs and then jumps out of a moving car to save his best friend (sounds oddly specific but I seen it in real time). He has no record of ever existing and neither do his friends. They speak of their childhood when they walk thru the mall, but when I get records and dates it never happened. Everything about them is fabricated. No one else questions their weird antics, except me?

I'm being followed. Men in black suits are always on my back. In the elevator, walking on the sidewalk, and anywhere near the mains (that's a simple nickname for them as of now). I think they know what I've been up too. How do they know? Are they in on it? Am I fake? Is anything real? Was our reality just made for the mains? Do I matter to them or am I just a simple NPC they can shoot and leave in the back of an alley way? There's too many unanswered questions.

The directors (a simple nickname for the black suited men) have backed off in the last couple weeks, as have I. I printed out the proof that Ronald's childhood never was and printed out photographs of how drastically different Ronald looks from us. I've taken photographs of the directors and printed them out as well. I've started one of those cliche boards with the images and the pins on it. I've marked it all together, but I have no one to share it with. I don't think any of the other backgrounders have broken free of their cycle, or not that I know of.

My searches have been limited. I can't access any other cities information but my own. Its like nothing else exists beyond our city. No information about anything outside of us, what happened to all of the history of Italy, Germany, and France I learned in high school? When I look up Italy it says no searches found. How do I have memories of things that never existed. Have my searches always been limited? Am I just now noticing? How did I even find the information and dates about Ronald from before? I have very foggy memories of what I looked up to find that evidence. Its almost like it was planned out. Am I really even a backgrounder?

I've decided to try to break a backgrounder out. I don't even know if I am one but if I can break another one it out it will confirm I am a backgrounder. Right?

It didn't work. I tried it on Kelly my boss. She gave very unnatural answers. "Get to work, Stop asking these questions, This is the last straw." I think I was meant to think I broke away but really I'm one of them, one of the mains. I don't wanna be a main. I've worked all this way to figure out what they are and I am one? I'm testing this. I'm gonna find Ronald.

I did it. I figured out my purpose. I was created to kill Ronald. I know because I've already done it. I brought the gun to his head in a discreet alleyway. I told him I had the new time drug from the future. Right before I did it I noticed. Right as my finger pulled the trigger, I knew it was what I was always meant to do. Everything is fake, and I played right as the directors wanted me too. I can already feel the personality fading from me. Soon I'm gonna be in a prison in the town of Sarcoul. No personality, no walk, no talk, and no memory of why I killed him. I can already see the verdict, "Tensions rise as homicidal man kills druggy outside of the local buggy market." I was just a part of the puzzle. At least I did my role, I don't think I can break free from the restraints I have. The only thing they hadn't planned was me writing this, ironic. Hopefully this can help a real backgrounder break out of their cycle and do something about the puzzle. Please break it. I'm gonna admit I'm scared of everything slowly fading away. I've only really lived life for the past couple of months and it was at the benefit of the bigger picture. Learn from this, and think outside the town. Think bigger.

- John Smith

P.S.

I'm turning myself into Sarcoul Deputies Office, they'll send me to Principle Guard Prison.

When you break free, please kill me.