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Nice, somebody found it. The whole prompt is based on that sketch, it’s one of their best.

Mr White had already made a mistake. It was right there, in his book even, he writes there are 3 kinds of criminal. When caught a criminal will either confess, attempt to kill him, or very rarely commit suicide. That, is where Mr White is wrong, I think to myself sitting comfortably in my mansion as I sip my wine and down a painkiller.

I am what some would call a criminal, but I view myself more of an opportunist. Mr White took down the previous drugs ring and there was simply a gap in the market you see. And I was careful and calculated, always keeping myself distant. No direct links, no direct evidence, always at least one trusted middle man.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before that mastermind pieced together the puzzle and there was a ring on my doorbell.

"Ah, Mr White, what a pleasant surprise, please come in, please, have a seat" I say guiding him to a leather sofa.

"Mr Black, let's not play games here, I know it's you" he replies as he sits.

"Oh please, I'd love to hear how you solved yet another case!" I reply.

And so Mr White starts his long monologue, filled with pride, smug smile on his face, that won't last long.

"... and that's what lead me here" he finally finishes.

I do a slow clap with my hands.

"and you think any of this will stand up in court?" I have the best defence lawyer in the country. You will need to add a fourth type to your book" I reply with a grin.

"well..." he says, pouring two beers. "it'll be a good excuse for a second edition" he replies, sitting and passing me one of the beers.

"ah! a bit money motivated! I knew it!" I reply.

"You know what? Before the court battle, let's enjoy the evening. I spend so much time with boring simpletons, I'd love to discuss things with a fellow mastermind" he replies.

Of course, I accept. We spend the evening discussing past cases, downing drink after drink, talking philosophy and whatnot.

"Allow me a brief trip to the gents" I say, standing unstably.

"You know... that sexy barmaid, she taught me how to make a cocktail called the bloody murder, shall I shake us up two?" Mr White asks, starting to slur his words.

"Good luck with those shaky hands!" I reply looking at his hands shake in his tell-tale white gloves, as I excuse myself.

When I arrive our cocktails are at opposite sides of the chess table.

"I guess you'll play White?" I ask with a grin and smile.

"Actually..." he says, rotating the board "let's turn the tables" he replies.

"Time to see who is truly the greatest mastermind" I state, pushing a pawn two spaces forward.

"I think you'd make a great criminal" I say sometime later as he ruthlessly takes another of my pieces. I respond with a revenge capture.

"You know, I do have a bit of a confession..." he starts.

"Oh, go on!" I say excited.

"Sometimes I think about how I could kill people and get away with it. For example if someone was an alcoholic and took pain meds, I could encourage them to drink excessively and then mix all their pain meds into a deadly cocktail. 56 minutes later, their heart suddenly fails and the police rule deliberate overdose." he replies.

"Ah, fascinating! I knew you had it in you Mr White!" I reply.

"Checkmate" he states positioning his protected queen next my king.

"well played, well I guess we call it a night here" I state.

"56 minutes" he replies, looking pointedly at his watch, my empty cocktail and then me.

My eyes open wide and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I step towards my phone, but fall to the ground.

"Three types" Mr white sternly states as my vision fades to black.

Helen,not Helena u think,but a lot more could have been written.Excellent job guy

https://youtu.be/i9iQ1yU5Ops

Seen this before, OP?

** 4 **

Blau walked in, thinking that the loop reset perfectly but at the back of his mind, he had the events of the prior loop playing.As soon as he stepped through the door, the attendant pointed at him and yelled "YOU, what in the living fuck is going on? Am I going insane?....Who the fuck are you?" She keep shouting and waving her fingers at Blau.

With that he decided to step outside to reset the loop constantly until he reached the normal outcome. Alas such an event never happened. The more he entered back into the shop at every loop, the attendant grew even more into hysterics. The normal shop crowd and chef sometimes would get involved and notice but they appeared to forget after each loop.But the attendant, never stopped. At one point she threw a knife at Blau. At another she jumped over the counter and ran at him, trying to catch him.

But every loop reset at the same position for everything, she was always starting behind the counter and could not plot as the loop did not exist until Blau started it.He was puzzled. In all the lifetimes that he lived. In all the stories that he experienced through his unique stored anachronisms across his tunnel of time. In all of eternity, had he experienced such an abnormality. he couldn't exactly place the loop back in position as they way his powers worked it, he takes a snapshot of time from the multiverses and loops it onto itself.

Its just your basic physics according to string theory. Everything exists in a state on the Planck scale, so copying something before it changes to another state, gives you a moment that you can enjoy forever and forever. But this state changed. How? he wondered.He was at an impasse. He really wanted that donut but that attendant lady, the way she is would not allow him to enjoy it. He couldn't really freeze her in time as that is not how the time loop works.

He decided to explain to her hoping that she would give in an accept her fate, which was serve him the most perfect cream donut forever and ever again.

Ha, that is honestly the best solution his greedy selfish ass thought of. Bloody time gods man, they are so stuck up. Anyway back to the story.

** 5 **

He approached this loop with care. He put his arms up, showing his weirdly long fingers, removed his rainbow glasses and shouted "ATTENDANT LADY!, DO NOT MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES, LET ME EXPLAIN!"This caught the attention of the attendant. She was going crazy but in a moment of calm, she decided to listen to him.

The other people in the shop also turned to look at him when he walked in but they didn't matter to him as they would forget as soon as the loop resets."TALK NOW!" shouted back the attendant. "OK. ok. lets calm down a little." replied Blau."I know it seems weird...but you are stuck in a time loop." said Blau. "No shit, genius!" the attendant yelled back.Here goes nothing, thought Blau as he proceeded to explain to the attendant what was happening and how he created this situation so he could enjoy the perfect cream donut forever and ever. The attendant grew angrier and angrier in frustration as he explained the situation further to him.

When he was done, she strongly said "You ruined my life for....a....fucking....donut!" as he yanked it from the cabinet and crushed it in her hands.Blau looked in horror as the most perfect donut was being destroyed infront of him. He actually got a bit sad and ran out the door to again reset the loop.However not everytime he went back into the loop, she destroyed the donut. Sometimes she savored it infront of him. Other times she would throw it onto the ground.Over the next few millenias, everytime Blau walked in, she made sure he couldn't enjoy this tasty treat ever again.

She knew this is the only thing that she could do to punish her prisoner and hoped that one day he would find a solution to free her from her captivity.For Blau, over time, his want of this donut never faltered and he subjected himself to this torture, waiting for a sliver in time whereby she would let him enjoy the most perfect cream donut.

Who knows how this would play out. On one hand, A greedy selfish god with an impossible desire to each the most perfect donut and on the other hand, a person with infinite time to torture a god into releasing her.

The Perfect Cream Donut

** 1 **

In a little corner of a little town, was a donut shop. But it wasn't but a donut shop, it was possibly the best place across all the multiverses whereby one could get the perfect cream donut. Not many beings knew about it however, so it remained in obscurity, until one day a weird looking person with fuzzy hair and rainbow glasses walked into the shop.

When the person walked in, they saw a couple of people enjoying their coffees with a side of donut on the window seats of the hop. On display at the counter were some of the most perfect looking donuts one could have ever placed their eyes upon. In the midst of these donuts was the most perfect looking cream donut. It had enough glaze on it to glisten in the light coming in from the windows. It was filled from edge to edge with this buttery cream with sugar crystals sparkling within. The dough looked pillowy and smooth as if one could fall asleep on it. The rest of the shop was not as impressive. There stood an old coffee machine, a few breakfast menus on the wall and some dispensers and such around. There weren't too many seats within the shop as it was a small crampy nook of a donut shop on a nothing street. Behind the counter stood an attendant and in the kitchen behind was the chef washing dishes.

The attendant was a bit perplexed by the person's look as it wafted a not normal air but regardless she said "Hello, how can I help you today sir?" in her most welcoming tone. The rest of the crowd and chef were not phased by the person as their attention were somewhere else.

Following the greeting, the person pointed with their extra long looking finger at the perfect donut and said "May I have this donut please? No need to put it in a bag, simply place it on a napkin as I want to enjoy it now".

The attendant replied "Sure, no problem, would you like anything else?" to which he said "No thanks, just the donut". With that she picked the donut from the cabinet, placed it on a napkin as they asked and handed it to him. "That'll be $4" said the attendant. He handed her a $5 note and said "Keep the change". He then proceeded to take a bite of it and sparks lit up inside him. It was the most incredible thing he had ever tasted. He wanted more but he wanted this exact donut with this exact feeling again and again.

** 2 **

The person walked out after enjoying his perfect donut and had his mind made up. He will take this unknown shop in this little town within this singular universe and trap it in a dimensional loop where he and he himself could enjoy this perfect donut for infinity and beyond.

Hold up. What? Oh I forgot to tell you readers. The person that is eating this donut, it a bit of an ass. He is a temporal god that exists amongst all the multiverses. His name is a bit weird. I think its like Blugististic or something. We can just call him Blau from here ay. I can't really remember. He loves putting things in loops to screw with people but what he loves the most it finding unique anachronisms across the multiverses and put them in his tunnel of loops that only him can access and enjoy. Any lets get back to the story ay.

Once outside, Blau proceeded to do his thing. He waved his long fingered hands around and concentrated super strongly and poof, this little corner donut shop from this little town was now part of the anachronism collection that he held together in a tunnel of time, forever stuck in a loop, which should provide him with the most perfect cream donut.

Blau stood there looking at the eternity only he could perceive, happy.

** 3 **

A few thousand loops had gone by, with Blau having the same interactions with the attendant. Like many of the other participants of his other anachronisms, no one caught on that they were in a time loop. They just kept living their meaningless lives according to Blau, without an idea of what was happening to them.

This held true, until one loop the attendant stared at Blau for an extra second. From there on things started to get weird for Blau in this particular pocket of time. Blau though being the greedy ass he is, didn't take notice of the attendant's awareness growing until one day she said "Sir, do I know you from somewhere?" whilst handing him the donut. This one time in the many time loops, Blau stood speechless. His face wide, questioning what he had just experienced. At this single point in time, his hands felt loose and the perfect donut fell onto the floor. The attendant tried her best to rescue it but some of the cream splattered onto her and her face. She tried to apologize thinking it's her fault that the donut dropped but Blau ran out the door to cause a reset of the loop. Before he reached the door however, the attendant also tried to clean herself up and licked some of the cream on her lips and she then tasted a bit from the most perfect donut.

Perhaps it was this or possibly these new interactions within this loop, but the attendant grew a higher awareness of her current situation and it screwed with her head. At that moment she experienced what could be a super flash of a thousand lifetimes. Then poof the loop reset and she was back behind the counter.

It seems Xavier, right after being humiliated, will be forced to confront Saul Goodman himself.

The protagonist is simply too good.

Nice work.

Stuck

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“I don’t understand.” Whispered. Screamed. Often with tears streaming from her eyes, though oddly enough many times not. Regardless, those were the words that would forever haunt my soul, a string of confusion that danced ever so delicately against the terrified cries of the dead and dying around us. Each loop was supposed to bring us one step closer to absolution, salvation at the cost of the wholesale slaughter of an entire alternate dimension’s worth of people.

A moment’s rest before the next string was pulled, and her eyes met mine. Desperation flared within those pools of blue. We both knew hope was likely futile; no matter how many times we dived into this tunnel, we’d only emerge on the other side in yet another horrific masterpiece. It was simply one of many outcomes, each more horrible than the next.

But we had to continue. It was our only hope and the only way we knew to get home.

After the next dimension shattered around us and a billion-billion souls met their sudden and immediate demise, a rare moment of quiet drifted between us. I realized with a start that we had come to an uninhabited dimension. There was quite literally nothing here to die, nothing here to destroy, nothing at all, well… at all.

For once, there was time enough to be free. At last.

Trembling, my hand broached the distance toward her and met her halfway. Her skin was clammy, cold, trembling with the fear and loathing that I knew my own shook with. Hell, we’d watched – no, experienced as accidental gods – how many uncountable universes perish now by our own hands? My voice cracked once as I spoke. “O… only a few more to go, love.”

“We will get home, right?”

I hesitated. I already knew the answer. This experiment had never been successful in any prior attempt. No other test subject had ever returned. None.

As the worlds started to tear around us again and a tear pulled at my eye, I whispered, “Yes. We will get home. I promise.”

"I was at my Job when I was accused of murder. I better call Saul!"

“I believe all evidence is stacked up on you now.” Marco says as the room goes into discussion. “Quite the accusation but let’s look at the evidence sha’ll we?” my lawyer replies. “9:47pm, the murder took hold, my client was at grocery store which is 200 meters aways and he had entered 8:52pm, I have the security footage here so that’s already one major hole in your story.” “Hm…” Marco starts to think.

I cover my smile, knowing full well that my plan is working. My dear lawyer is the best one however, he is one of my own men and that’s a secret that will never be shown. I’m the one who killed the lady but it was due to a slow working poison that was put in days before. Created by myself to be untraceable. The knife was thrown fifty meters away in a blind spot when she was in an area where there were no cameras and it wasn’t far from the grocery store…

“The witness was standing in an area 30 meters away when it took hold, the area they were in was too dark for them to see anything so you can’t trust their claims.” my lawyer continues. “All your evidence is solely reliant on claims and rushed dna tests, therefore making it invalid so unless you have full concrete evidence that cannot be stood against, avoid such a story that has holes.”

I just adore the power I have being converted into words here.

Hello my name is saul goodman

I was thinking the same thing lol

This person gets it

The constitution says you do, and so do I

Thank you for your submission; you story scored 14 points!

Did you watch Glass Onion recenlty

Miles sat back and sipped his drink. Ah... this was the life... and yet he wasn't happy quite yet not really. Helena had cost him something far too valuable...the world far too valuable.

That Foghorn Leghorn wannabe was still out there, but there was nothing he could do against the actual police force. The investigation quickly proved him (at least, in the destruction of the Glass Onion and the Mona Lisa) as a victim. his 'friends' (the backstabbing bastards that they were) quickly betrayed one another after their supposed little pact there in the ruins; Helen tried to kill them too, after all and clearing their names from both a murder of someone too stupid to set up a twitch channel and the destruction of a work of art was... poetry.

Miles would admit, privately that mister Southern-fired asshat was smarter than he was... but you didn't need brains to win, just a cool head and a good lawyer. The Insurance on the Glass Onion alone made back his fortune, as did Helena\'s sudden bad press, and now with Klear in the clear, his future was set.

He decided to Fax the Great Defective with one last thank you, just a glass onion with Mile's face there in the center. He wasn't smart; he was petty though, and he had won.

It is said that when people die, their lives flash before their eyes. Decades worth of memories, feelings, choices... all reduced to one final kaleidoscope of life. There was a romance to all of it. Hearing each string of ones life played in one last harmony, the chord of one's existence letting ring one final and somber measure before being silenced unto eternity.

For Kristics, those imbued by the power of the land, this was not so. They were robbed of this like so many other things. Kristics would be sent back to one final memory - or so the scribes conjected. No Kristic had ever been brought back from death. Not that any would ever put so much effort into one such as them.

When Remin felt the chill winds of the Northern Province across his face and the grey shades of a fall sky, he knew exactly where he was. It was one of many outcomes. Perhaps also the worst of them. He'd spent his entire life avoiding this pain. Running from it. Cauterizing the pain in his mind so thoroughly that at some point, it lay so scarred and calloused that it had forgotten how to feel. In that numbness he had hidden his entire life. All things end in time, though.

"Look! Can you guess what it is?" spoke Linded, his long dead younger brother. In his hands a blade of grass was twisted and tied into a shape roughly resembling an animal. He'd always made such things. Many thought of him as simple, or otherwise afflicted. Remin always figured that he could just find beauty in what the rest had found mundane.

Remin's instincts kicked in immediately and he looked around quickly, trying to find his Kristine image. His mind tried to find the cycle point of the loop, yet none existed. Linded looked directly at him - the real him. So this is what they spoke of.

Tentatively, he spoke. "Is it.. a cow?"

"No! It's a horse, obviously." Linded made a face of simple annoyance that only a child could truly muster. "Can't you see the mane?" He extended his forefinger to a few shunted sections of grass that looked nothing like a mane.

Remin felt an alien. He desperately looked for the customary anachronisms. The clothes of those who forced him to bore the cognitive tunnel - the wardens or advisors of the lord who had forced him to re-spin this image. His own garb or age. Yet when he looked down, he himself looked to be only a child. The same child from all those countless days ago.

"Linded, can you see me?" Remin asked.

"No wonder you couldn't see the mane. You've lost your mind." Linded giggled as he spoke, discarding the horse onto the damp earth below. "That's alright. I'll make another one. One that even crazy people know what it is." With that he knelt down and plucked another long blade of grass, beginning to twist it and pull it as he slowly trudged forward towards the hills where he would die, as he had died a thousand times over in Remin's mind.

"Wait!" Remin bolted forward and grabbed his arm with a grip like iron. Linded winced and yelped, dropping his unfinished creation. Tears began to well up in his eyes. A great sense of shame washed over Remin like an ice cold wave. Back then, he had been cruel. Heedless. Such was the nature of youth - those who thought all which was precious would remain indefinitely.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." Remin spoke softly, loosening his iron grip. "But... perhaps we shouldn't hunt today."

Linded looked at him curiously, the hurt and panic in his face washing away to reveal a mask of confusion. "But you said you wanted to go hunting."

"I.. perhaps so. You'll have other times to learn the art, though."

Linded peered at him a moment longer before speaking. "OK. I don't really care about hunting."

"Then why did you go? Why did you ever come here?" Rendid felt his voice cracking as he spoke and the long forgotten sensation of tears welling.

"I wanna go where you go. I came because I thought you wanted to hunt today." The answer was spoken simply, as if it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Remin gently turned his younger brother around, back towards their meager childhood home. He figured he would see the familiar grey mist soon - the marker of the re-spun image which denoted the boundaries within. He took a long look at Linded, and knelt to pluck a blade of grass which he handed over to his younger brother, who beamed a smile in return. Desperately, Remin hoped it would continue. He hoped there would be enough time at last.

Simple, short and sweet! I like it!

Love the twist, in that he was actually innocent. Good Job.

Ooooooooh nice!

Did you know that you have rights?

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