He found the first anomaly by Flatneck Station. A floating wagon, spinning slowly in the dawn light. Its wheels turned, but it went nowhere. Then came the clones. He rode past Emerald Ranch and saw himself leaning against the fence—a silent, bearded copy wearing his exact blue shirt, just staring at the horizon. When Arthur spoke, the clone said nothing. It just raised a hand, then vanished into pixels.
[ERROR] ScriptHookRDR2: Subject refused injection. Unloading all custom scripts.
Arthur raised his other hand and typed back, his finger punching through the ghostly keyboard in the reflection. He spelled out one word, the only command that mattered: script hook rdr 2
And Arthur Morgan simply walked out of the tailor's shop, mounted his horse, and rode toward the setting sun. He didn't know if he was still a character or a person. But for the first time since the hook sank into his code, he was the one holding the reins.
A face leaned in. A real face. HollowPoint’s eyes widened. He found the first anomaly by Flatneck Station
Page 112: Spawned 30 cougars. The ecosystem is confused. I am confused.
The clones outside the window shattered like glass. The floating wagons crashed to the earth. The gravity returned. The world felt heavy and real again. Then came the clones
The scariest part was the journal. Arthur pulled it out, flipping past his sketches of deer and wolves. New pages had appeared, written in a font he didn't recognize. It wasn't his handwriting.