The stabbing pain in your stomach traveled through every bone, nerve, and muscle in your body. You collapse, body unmoving and numb while a screech and a scream send your ears into overdrive, causing a painful, high-piched buzz to ring through your ears. You couldn't breath.

Everything was silent until a voice spoke through the quietness of your mind.

"Finally. She's up. Took her long enough." a man's voice said with a thankful sigh.

"Tech, darling. Get yourself off the floor and come join us. It's almost over."

Your chest burned when your lungs allowed air to enter them. You opened you eyes to see a stiff black carpeted floor and standing metal in a row that trailed to the other end of the dimly lit room.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and looked at the man who stood before you.

He was young, short (H/C) hair that was swooped the side and parted on the left. He wore a casual suit that fit him perfectly and he held a clear bottle in his hand. A scar was visible across his cheekbone And down to his chin.

Beside him a woman stood in a pooffy navy dress, corset tightly wrapped arround her waste. Her hair didn't match her costume. It was (H/C), just like the man's, and fell over her shoulders.

"Hiya toots," the man said holding his hand out for you to take. "The name's (Y/N), you should know that already, but call me Roar."

The woman giggled and held your other hand gently as they both lifted you off the ground.

"My name is (Y/N), oh but call me Med. It'll get confusing if you don't." she smiled, cheeks making her (E/C) eyes look squinted.

You looked around. A theatre. You stood in a theatre that had only a grand total of 5 people (yourself included) all with similar features.

"Tech, Darling. Are you alright?" the woman asked still holding your hand with her gloved one.

"Why are you calling me that? My name is (Y/N)." you said letting your hands drop to your side.

"We know." the scarred man said. "We are all (Y/N). But you are unique, just like the rest because you are Tech. (Y/N) from the time of Technology." Roar held your hand, leading you to the two other people in the room. They were both female, but from different places. Different times.

"This is Nat." he said, gesturing to the girl with his bottle.

Nat wore leather clothing with fur. She had beautiful bead work along her clothes and accesories. She looked at you with a smile.

"Welcome." she said simply.

Raor then turned your attention to a girl who wore a robe that instantly reminded you of mythology.

"This is Ro."

The woman looked at you with a sad smile before turning back to the large screen before you.

You looked up at the big screen that you had managed to look away from, from the time you arrived.

"Why am I here?" you asked looking at the sight before you.

Med took a seat in one of the plush tester chairs and flattened her dress. She pointed to the screen with an open hand and let a frown fall in her face. Her speech, though eloquent, seemed tarished die to not needing to speak that way for a long time.

"You, sadly, didn't live as long as we hoped you might. You , as you can see, died in our lovers arms for the fifth time in eternaty. But yours was tragic."

On the screen moved the image of Diachi, your fiance, holding you in his arms as he screamed in the middle of a once buddy road. On both sides the cars had stopped and pulled over. Pedestians had theirs phones out dialing for help that was heading your way.

But you. Were gone. Now just a lifeless body that had no soul in its eyes. The clothing you had on now was the same that you died in. But clean. No scuff marks, no bones sticking through fabric, no blood.

You were dead.

You slowly let your body fall into the seat between Roar and Med. Nat and Ro on either side of them.

You wimpered as your body was taken out of your loving boyfriends arms and into an ambulance where they did the best they could to bring you back.

Your chest hurt each time they tried but you knew that would stop as soon as they saw your necklace.

No Code

You didn't want to be brought back, not if you would live your life in pain.

But if you had known that your absence would be the downfall of Daichi.

You would have burned that necklace and the papers that came with it.

The screen froze with a still image of Daichi on the screen. Tears ran down his face and made his cheeks damp with the salty water. You knew he wouldn't blick. Because if he did you would be out of sight within the next second and he would know that the tragedy that had just happened wasn't some terror. That it wasn't a bad dream that help him remember to hold onto those he loved.

You screamed as you felt your heart break. Your twins, doppelgangers, cried as they tried to hold their breaths.

Roar placed and hand on your shoulder.

"He loves you." He said. "He loves us and he always will. I know, he died for me. To protect me. And he stayed by our sides no matter what happened to us."

Roar paused sucking in a breath as he tried to keep himself together.

"We ment what we said, that your ending was the most tragic. But not because you died, doll." Roar brushed his hand over your matching (H/C) hair.

"Because he is the one to live with the heartache."

The screen flickered and switched to a new image.

"Push (M/N)! Push. You're almost there."

A scream. The one of your mother's.

You looked up from your hands to see a familiar, but completely new person on the screen resting on the bed as She squeezed her husband's hand with all her might.

The situation was common. One you knew. But the location seemed odd, out of place. The rooms was a shade of white, screens and buttons covered the walls of the cirular room. There was a window off to the right. But it wasn't 'outside'.

"Space?" you asked.

Roar nodded. And took you hand gently.

"You reincarnation of you, Tech. The reincarnation of all of us."

"It's a boy." a man said. He wore a suit that fit his form.

He carried the baby boy to a small glass chamber and let him rest on a pile of blankets inside.

"Do you have a name?" the doctor asked.

Your 'mother' seemed to be sleeping after the hard work of labour, but your 'father' spoke up with a smile.

"(Y/N)." He said "(Y/N) (L/N)."

The large screen continued to play the film from a 3rd perspective. As if there were another person there, watching. But there wasn't. It was just you five, watching as your 6th being began his life.

"And what about Daichi?" you asked as you rubbed off the dried tears from your cheeks.

"He'll turn up." said Ro.

"He always does." Nat followed as she smiled to herself.

You breathed deeply and let yourself relax in your seat.

"And now." Med spoke up as the woman on the bed was handed her son.

"Our life begins."