Hellstar Tracksuit: A Stitch in Reality
Hellstar Tracksuit: A Stitch in Reality
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It started as a joke. Nate and his friends were scrolling through an online store late one night when they stumbled upon the Hellstar Tracksuit. It was bold, almost obnoxiously so: deep black fabric lined with glowing crimson piping that seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive. The tagline read
“This looks like something out of a sci-fi movie,” Nate laughed, scrolling through the product imagesCome on, it’s only $99,” his friend Liam urged. “Think about it: the ultimate gag outfit.Nate hesitated but ultimately clicked "Buy Now." It was a joke, after all. What was the worst that could happen?
The package arrived faster than expected, delivered to Nate’s doorstep in less than 48 hours. It was heavier than he anticipated, the black box bearing a faint shimmer and the Hellstar tracksuit—a jagged crimson starburst. He opened it carefully, revealing the tracksuit folded neatly insideThe fabric felt… strange. Smooth and cool to the touch, yet almost electric, like static energy coursing through his fingertips. Despite his initial skepticism, Nate decided to try it onThe moment he zipped up the jacket, a strange sensation washed over him. It was subtle at first: a tingling warmth spreading through his limbs, a heightened awareness of the room around him. Even the faint hum of his refrigerator seemed sharper, more definedWeird,” he muttered, flexing his fingersHe looked in the mirror. The tracksuit fit perfectly, accentuating his frame without feeling tight. The glowing crimson lines traced his body, giving him an almost otherworldly appearanceNate the supervillain,” he joked, striking a mock-evil pose. But as he turned away, he caught something in the mirror—a flicker of movement behind him.
He spun around. Nothing.
Shaking his head, Nate chalked it up to his imagination and went about his day. But the feeling of being watched lingeredOver the next few days, Nate began noticing changes. Small things, at first. He felt faster, sharper. His morning runs, which usually left him gasping for air, became effortless. At work, he breezed through tasks that normally took hours. Even his friends commented on his newfound energyWhatever you’re doing, keep it up,” Liam said, giving him a thumbs-up. “You’re like a new maBut it wasn’t just his performance that changed. The tracksuit itself seemed… alive. The crimson piping pulsed rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. Once, he swore he felt the fabric tighten around his arms, as if responding to his movementsAnd then there were the dreamsEvery night, Nate found himself in the same place: a vast, featureless void bathed in crimson light. In the distance, a towering structure loomed, its spires twisting unnaturally into the blood-red sky
"ACTIVATION COMPLETE. ALIGNMENT IN PROGRESS."
Beneath it, a countdown timer ticked down from 24 hours.
“What the hell?” Nate muttered, his pulse quickeningHe tried closing the app, but it wouldn’t budge. Restarting his phone did nothing. The timer continued its relentless countdownBy midnight, Nate was on edge. The tracksuit felt heavier now, the crimson lines glowing brighter. He tried taking it off, but the zipper wouldn’t budge. The fabric clung to his skin, unyieldingPanicking, he grabbed a pair of scissors and tried cutting through the material. The blades snapped. The tracksuit remained unscathedThe whispers from his dreams began to echo in his mind, louder and clearer now.
"Prepare for the alignment."
As the timer reached zero, a wave of energy surged through Nate’s body. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest as the crimson glow enveloped him. His vision blurred, and the world around him dissolved into darknessWhen Nate came to, he was no longer in his apartment. He stood in the void from his dreams, the crimson sky stretching endlessly above him. The towering structure loomed closer now, its spires humming with an eerie energyOther figures surrounded him, all clad in glowing Hellstar tracksuit. Their faces were blank, their eyes glowing red. Nate felt a pull—an invisible force guiding him toward the structureThe whispers grew louder, coalescing into a single, commanding voice.
"Welcome, vessel. You have been chosen to ascend."
Fear gripped Nate as he realized the truth: the tracksuit wasn’t just clothing. It was a conduit, a gateway for something far beyond human comprehensionThe structure’s spires began to shift, aligning perfectly with the figures below. Crimson light burst forth, engulfing them. Nate felt his body dissolving, his mind merging with the voice, becoming part of a vast, cosmic entityIn his final moments of individuality, one thought echoed in his mind