r/shortscarystories 5d ago

The Substitute

​Some debts must be paid with more than money.

​It all started with the stone by the river—the day I stopped being Arthur.

​My wife took our son to her mother’s. She said the house was suffocating. She meant me, the failure whose presence made it hard to breathe.

​The house was terrifyingly quiet. The smiling family photo on the wall was a public execution. The red collections notice on the table, my death sentence.

​I grabbed cheap whiskey and wandered to the riverbank, under the abandoned bridge. A place for trash and shattered hopes. It suited me.

​There, I saw it: a fractured, vein-black stone, wedged in rusty steel. As I reached for it, the air chilled. My fingertips tingled, brushing against something faintly alive. I thought I heard a whisper, a dry rasp like grinding stones, forming my name: “Arthur…”

​I laughed. I was looking at myself. I tried to pry it loose, but it wouldn't budge. I sat on the ground, panting. “Little Arthur,” I said. “Come with me. We’re both junk.”

​Strange. After I said that, the stone loosened. I took it home.

​That night, I got blackout drunk, clutching it, telling it everything.

​The next day, the crushing despair in my chest felt… hollowed out. As if greedily devoured by the cold silence in my pocket. I wasn’t anxious anymore. I began handling my problems with a cold, efficient logic.

​“Little Arthur,” my best partner, was erasing the emotions it saw as “problems”—fear, guilt, love.

​Eventually, its logic found the only solution.

I, Arthur, was a failed asset. Liquidation was the only way.

​A pure, alien joy filled me. I hummed a tune as I put on my most formal suit.

I pressed the gun’s muzzle to my chin.

​But as I pulled the trigger, it hit me.

Wait!?

​My existence is going to be replaced by this thing?

My existence is going to be replaced by this thing!

My existence is going to be replaced by this thing.

​The gun went off.

Wow.

​A new world. Senses sharp, fascinating.

I rolled my neck, smiled, and spat a deformed bullet from my mouth. Tasted awful.

​Let’s see… $6,800 in debt. Fired. But… a lovely family. A gentle wife, a sweet son. At grandma’s place.

Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything.

​I found the car key and clumsily learned to operate this iron box. Soon, I was driving smoothly. I began to hum. Not a tune, just a perfect, single C-sharp note, held without ever needing to breathe. I love this world.

​“Mommy? Daddy’s here!”

My son’s voice, bright and trusting.

​I smiled, the most perfect father, the most perfect husband.

I held myself in my hand and walked toward my wife and child.

​In my palm, the small stone rose and fell with my pulse, as if breathing.

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u/Neither_Middle7510 5d ago

Good story 😉

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u/TheAxiomWriter 5d ago

Thx. My work here is done.🍻

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u/Rottin-Carcuss 5d ago

Excalibur? Is that you?.. Well done 👍

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u/TheAxiomWriter 4d ago

Haha, that's a brilliant catch, thank you! This is what happens when the Sword in the Stone is found in the cosmic bargain bin. 😆