001 × You Know What To Do

the view zooms off focus slowly
a figure comes into vision— the white glow illuminating the space with each step
the floor below cracks
the air vibrates, trembling like it's alive

dust hangs suspended, particles frozen mid–fall
the white glow spills wider, reaching walls that shouldn't exist
her fingers twitch, conducting invisible chords
the space bends with each motion, soft then sharp
eyes dim but unyielding, her breath cuts through the weight of sound
rips form in the fabric of space and time
it seems as if you were too late to witness such a calamity
a faint laughter rises from nowhere
ink drips upward, defying gravity, forming shapes that whisper names

a shattered ceiling reforms and collapses again
with ripped loose hair stumbling — blackening scars forming through her skin
the dainty figure manages to hold themselves together
with each step, their vision dims
a faint shimmer of tears dances on her lashes
the melody bends, not sung but breathed — a quiet refusal of reality
her voice fades. silence answers. the air holds its breath.

their steps slow
their mind boggles
their strength runs out
they return
then another one comes running with one heavy step after another
they take hold of the figure
godesa, you alright?
let's see...

two kicks to the shin
a half punch to the face
and a half broken arm
good enough...?

the other figure, now deemed godesa, responds with a deadpan look in their eye

t a k e m e t o t h e t o w e r
w i l l y o u f a t e?

the other person, revealed to be fate,
dressed in an arrogant manner,
they search their pocket— only to find a shining gem, illuminating like frozen light
they stab the ground with the lit shard
light bends around in indescribable shapes
hues beyond the spectrum of light
circling back and forth
creating a portal to somewhere
they slowly fall through the ground and arrive at their destination

anticlimatic as fuck in my opinion
fate exclaims as he bats godesa an eye
b e p o l i t e p l e a s e
w e w a n t a f a m i l y f r i e n d l y
n o v e l
d o n t w e ?
godesa softly talks with less and less energy each time
fate gives a shrugging gesture in response
godesa softly moves towards the couch
taking careful steps
she moves their hands in ways, creating symbols
slowly shifting, materialising
a scroll, thin papers stapled with perfect precision and precaution
to the very nanoangstrom writing, written in ink
defying logic or what is left of it anyway

she reaches her hand out to fate
fate gives a reaction as if this is just your average monday
reality contorts and bends around the scroll
with the last of their strength
their existence fading

y o u k n o w w h a t t o d o ,
c r e a t i o n ?

her form shatters
droplets of ink and imagination
splatter on the ground
and the rest
absorbed
to the scroll

godesas existence was repurposed

with his creator dead
fate starts to turn to nothing
oh well
a little power to me
wont hurt

he holds the scroll
his hand gripping firmly on the inky paper
power absorbs through his veins
it stops, everything is at peace
said fate

this is better, not enough to die
not enough to live

well
i guess i need to search her projects for victims now
heh, victims
protagonists, maybe, i suppose
fate leaves monologuing about some hero rescue

but you already know that,
dont you?

the page is ripped in half, the rest is completely different writing

rubble crumbles
and the ground gives up
with the creator dead
the creations become unstable
and the created world stumbles
the sky changes hues, and the air becomes foggy
things change constantly, gravity turns sideways
the living turning to ash
two goners at the edge of what's left
the concept of siblings, they call themselves

dying
starving
surviving
being

sister, you okay?
the goner asks the other
i dont even know why anything that happened happened
im starving
the other talks in a low, desperate voice
shocker, i know
the goner replies sarcastically
they walk over mountains the size of a road
and climb over disintegrating houses the size of bookshelves

the goner lets go of the other's hand
brother, what are you doing?
please live
for

the goner
this, why is it?
i give up

but she catches him falling
but he catches her saving
sister, let go

they fall through

meanwhile—

fate walking through the blackness of the abyss
huh, looks like i don't have to do extra work
the sky rips open as the world above shatters to ruin
the goners fall through,
hands in the air

brother im gonna fall on my head, do something!
the other screams in fear
uh…?
this — is taking too long
the other stops their screams in confusion
they almost seem relaxed of the chaos
the goner replies in a syncful manner
you, might wanna look down?

shuffling down with high velocity, their bodies collapse on the soft, water-like ground
and fate stumbles upon the miserable ones
a shine in his eyes, examining them for confirmation

aw man
she speaks in pain
i think all my bones are broken?
his eyes slowly going blue
the goner spots fate
are we dead, stranger?
he questions

fate, in an arrogant tone, replies
even better
he adds

welcome

creator and creatia
he turns around, his cloak swimming in the non-existent atmosphere
he spins around one more time with a deep bow
and holds the scroll to them

he speaks

colours through the darkened eyes
chaos from which logic dies
heroes who god defines

welcome to the black place

t h i s i s i n t h e i r m i n d s

continue
002 × What's A Godesa Anyway's

previously
000 × Strange Creator