It was a strange feeling when I first remembered. Realizing the world I was in was a fake. Or at least not the only version of Earth out there. My young little brain tried its hardest to deny what it was being fed. Sure, my memories were telling me that SCPs and such were all fiction stories made on a wiki in a totally normal world, but my other memories were telling me that this was a normal world and that the things I was thinking of didn't exist.
There was no SCP wiki; I had managed to check on my 16th death using my father's computer. Then, where had these memories come from? They were true in a sense, considering the monster I was dying repeatedly to was detailed in them. In my mind, I simply stashed them as another anomalous occurrence that I was being forced through, like the Yule Man and all my deaths at his hand.
By my 20th death, I had still not found a way to escape the cycle. I was a foolish child back then, trying to save everyone. I had not yet come to realize that sacrifices needed to be made sometimes to allow me to continue moving. Perhaps I subconsciously thought that with my new abilities, I would be able to act like all those superheroes I had read about.
The Yule Man was strong and relentless, but he was also pretty smart. The Home Alone-esque traps I made weren't nearly enough to get someone like him. Oh, how he tore me apart slowly for those.
It wasn't until my 30th death that I gave up on saving the rest of my family. I had tried for the past few deaths at that point to try to save at least one of them, but no matter who I tried to bring away, they always resisted too much. My mother was guidable but not enough for me to convince her to leave the house in the middle of the night. My father would never listen in time, always only being convinced right before the Yule Man broke in. My little sister...she was the one who it was fully impossible for me to take away. This was her Weissnacht Event. Had I not possessed the power of rebirth, my family and I would have been killed, and she would have been abducted.
So, after 30 or so deaths, I gave up on trying to save any of them and simply ran away. In the dead of night, I snuck out of the house and just ran out the front door. The cold air easily ravaged my skin through my thin pajamas, and my slippers did little to block the snow from freezing my feet, but my fear allowed me to push through as I raced down the road leading away from my home. I could hear their screams echoing in the forest behind me. Thankfully, as I was not his real target, the Yule Man left me alone after I left in favor of continuing his little ritual.
I ran, stumbled, and clawed my way through the path in the forest for half an hour before I reached the nearby town. By the time I alerted the authorities, apparently, the task was already being handled. My parents had report of the suspicious events around our home in the previous days which had led to the Foundation showing up about 15 minutes after the start of the event. Their timing was as always most unfortunate.
I remained huddled up in the police station for an hour before the Foundation came to pick me up. The police were a bit suspicious of them, but after one of them showed a few papers signaling that they were from a Children's Aid Society, they let them take me. I found out later that the Foundation had made a fake story for me. While I had reported to the police about the appearance of an intruder in the house and how they were attacking my family, the Foundation changed the story to the intruder being one of my parents whom I hadn't recognized in the dark and that I was in an abusive household. Then, using multiple connections, they took control of the investigation and made false evidence for their story while really looking into the Yule Man. With their story, the Foundation was able to take me away with ease.
They took me to a nearby little camp they had set up in a warehouse of theirs. There, they got me thicker clothes to wear and a nice warm cup of cocoa.
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"Begin Audio log 4666-07182. It is --/--/20-- at 23:12 EST in ------, Ontario, Canada. Interviewer: Dr. David Miller. Interviewee: A/%q#- *a{!@> , a ten-year-old girl who escaped her sister's Weissnacht Event, #060204. Tell me, Miss, what do you remember?"
"...It... I was awake...It was late but...I was excited for Christmas tomorrow, so I stayed up. My parents had already gone to bed...my sister, Alya, was already asleep in her room. Then, he came."
"He?"
"Tall...he was tall, pale, skinny as can be...and his face..."
"His face? What about his face?"
"It was... horrible. The worst something could look. Like a German bedtime story come to life."
"German? Are you German, Miss?"
"No...my mother, she's half German...she was half German..."
"I see...I'm sorry, please continue with your story."
"He came, and he attacked mom and dad in their room. I heard them screaming, and I saw it through the crack in my door when I got up to investigate. It was dragging them downstairs."
"And then?"
"I ran...I was...I didn't save them...I didn't even try to help...I ran..."
"Would you like a break, Miss? Someone get her something for those tears!"
"No... no, it's fine..."
The interview was paused for about five minutes.
"Are you feeling better now, Miss? Can you continue?"
"Y-yes...ahem...after... after he dragged mom and dad downstairs, I ran down and out the door. I didn't turn around but... it... It must have saw or heard me leave. It didn't chase me, I don't think..."
"And then you ran to town and alerted the authorities?"
"...yes."
"I see...Thank you, Miss @w*6#,. End log."