To most truly encompass the real and undeniable lore of Click to 10, I will tell the story in complete order as found by the notes in game. While not found in order, I believe that they are compiled correctly here. As other secret hunters here may already know, there are markings on the time stamp notes and other ripped notes. These have been used to compile them into a coherent story.

(Clicks:0)
*note rip here*
I don't know how I got here. This empty void... this unending gray. I see only a small hole above me, a black circle of nothing.
*note rip here*
Is it just me or is it getting closer? Have I already gone crazy this fast? I'm not sure anymore. How long has it been? How much longer?

(Clicks:1)
*note rip here*
The hole has turned to a slit. The only change I've noticed in so long. How long I don't know,
*note rip here*
...or how long I haven't known? Time isn't here with me, the clock never ticks. There is no clock to tick. No hunger. No thirst. Only me... and the slit.
*note rip here*
Is it closer again?

(Clicks:2)
*note rip here*
The hole, the slit.. a number. I'm a dumb ass. But a number for what I don't know,
*note rip here*
...a purpose I shouldn't know. Its function irreverent
*note rip here*
...as is time here. My throat is dry. I miss home. I miss anything at this point

(Clicks:3)
HOLY SH
*note rip here*
...IT its been so long or no long or any long but the number changed. Its different. 0 was real, I'm not mad!
*note rip here*
Am I mad? No, but...
*note rip here*
I do know this. That number is my only friend. My only anchor. The only reality.
*note rip here*
Please never change

(Clicks:4)
*note rip here*
I was watching this time. I heard this time. I heard a click.
*note rip here*
The number goes up. The beautiful black against this terrible gray. The only. The one-
*note rip here*
... sorry, 4 for me.

(Clicks:5)
I heard the click again. When I looked up I saw it had changed.
*note rip here*
I... looked. All my time here I never thought to move. What could make me move from the great only thing of the sky?
*note rip here*
I stood up. I hadn't realized I was sitting. I recognize more now. Wasn't I... young?
*note rip here*
I hear a click

(Clicks:6)
The shortest yet.
*note rip here*
The least amount of perceived time between the clicks, and the ticking of the number... the ticking of time.
*note rip here*
I saw now age in my self. Only a second to me and yet years to my body. I look up again. I feel
*note rip here*
... fear.

(Clicks:7)
I had foolishly betrayed it.
*note rip here*
I had feared the number, I was scared it was the cause of my march of death.
*note rip here*
I ran. So far, so long, yet the anchor I left behind disappeared soon. Was I moving? But eventually I came to
*note rip here*
...a wall. A solid, tangible black wall of void. I don't want to talk about what happened there. I shouldn't have known it was tangible.
*note rip here*
I wasn't meant to know.

(Clicks:8)
*note rip here*
I've accepted the number. Its changed to an infinity now.
*note rip here*
Well, that's a joke. Almost as funny as the terrible marks on my body that appear every time. How can I accept the number, yet not its toll?
*note rip here*
I have much to think about. But my bones grow old against my will.

(Clicks:9)
I've decided. I
*note rip here*
... will not listen to the number. If I ignore it, it cant hurt me. Its changed again, changed to mock me. I notice my strength getting sapped. I am but an old fool now. I am... so... tired...
*note rip here*
I don't want to sleep though. Cant sleep... cant stop... cant... I... cant...

(Clicks:10)
*the note here isn't ripped, its only blank*


The story here is about the passage of time. One individuals struggle with it. They died without ever accepting death, the worse way to die. But as we see from this persons perspective, the number is fickle. This is because of the one twist to the story... we are in control. We carelessly spent our clicks, our time, so fast without thinking of the consequences. As the player, its up to you to decide such a fate; to spare or to kill. While the spare seems sensible, they are forced to live their life in fear. There was only one time they could accept time, but that was when they met with the 'wall'. The secret hunting community has yet to discover what the wall is or symbolizes, but it was scarier than the visible passage of time.

So, as you see, Click to 10 is about time and accepting it. To appreciate it. Don't fear death, or else the life wasn't worth it.