007 × Call Me The Void, The World Itself

the definition of pain is physical and mental harm that leaves a lifelong mark

that is

faytle, his hands hover in the air weaving paint like a spider creating webs
amidst her conversation she perks up as she turns to faytle with anticipation and just to muse

sed backstories anyone? heh
faytle, ignoring, keeps focusing
on a destortion, something to remember
focus
focus
fo-

h e - p m e c l e n s e
t h e o n e w h - b a r e s t h e i - k o f t h e d a m - - d
w i l l y o u? - e r - h - l p e r

godly hands, they forge thr-ugh digital col--s beyond the spe-rum of visible light

all bla-k

as faytle recites, he is interrupted by supposed sarcastic voices, voices familiar
this is peak, absolute cinema
no, like actually kinda goes hard
Hex, still kind of piecing things together, comments from afar
and faytle snaps— he descends upward as he continues to malwari and Trogun
well, someone is pissed
a duo of an oblivious vessel and dhol remark
and then something starts snapping
creatia runs towards skyla as everything quakes, rubble breaks off and falls below

as a worried creatia sprints to inform skyla

ayo! skyla
I'm definitely not telling ya' to do this since
yo'r the closest in my vicinity
but hurry up and get everyone
the actual skadoodle out of here!
on thy task, miss creatia
she immediately replies

and a slightly mused creatia can't help but comment
wait, I forgot I made ya' talk like that...?

she turns as she finally realises the calamity

creator! make a portal to safety
and the rest you already know!
creatia yells as the quaking gets stronger
why do I hear boss music?!
creator fails to keep—
the situation on its toes

but did you notice that rumbling?
it's the world itself

it's the black place itself

and then the sounds of muffled screams
meet their eyes, and the sight to behold greets their ears
dragging them behind now that they have recovered from the scratches
I can and I am hearing their cries

don't do this
I'm not going back, idiot
there has to be another way, faytle
I mock them in the sarcastic tone they gave me before
yet our motives so same, the execution so different

and yet I can hear them, only them, and only them, and I choose to be oblivious

so I close my eyes as we go backwards to our roots as we

noʎ op 'os puɐ
ƃuᴉʌɐs sʞɔɐl plɹoʍ sᴉɥʇ

uᴉɐƃɐ
ǝuo
ǝɯoɔǝq
crack
rip
break

creator slowly drags
his hand to creatia's shoulder
to spew words in flabbergastion
sis, I don't think the power of friendship is going to save us now
pianos play in symphonies as voices of three become one
like one they speak, as one they be

as a form materializes, brushing non-existent dust off his clothes
powers that, what it failed to behold before

op ll,noʎ ʇnq 'sɹǝɯɹoɟɹǝd ʎɯ llɐ pǝᴉllɐɹ noʎ 'ʞool ʇsnɾ ʎʇdɯǝ sᴉ ǝƃɐʇs ǝɥʇ

¿˙˙˙ǝʍ llɐɥs

spuǝɯɐ ǝʞɐɯ ǝʍ ǝɯᴉʇ ʇnoqɐ 'ǝɯᴉʇ ʇnoqɐ
he adjusts his bowtie as he begins to walk towards the confused pair of siblings

ɟlǝsʇᴉ plɹoʍ

ǝɥʇ

'pᴉoʌ ǝɥʇ 'ǝɯ llɐɔ

ʇɟɐɹp ɹǝplo uɐ ɥʇᴉʍ ǝɯ ʎɔuɐɟ plnoɔ noʎ ɟᴉ ʇnq 'ǝɔɐld ʞɔɐlq ǝɥʇ ɯɐ I
poƃ pɐǝp ɹnoʎ 'ɐsǝpoƃ pɐǝp ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝɔᴉoʌ ǝɥʇ ɯɐ I —ǝɯ pǝǝɥ
uᴉɐllᴉʌ ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝloɹ ǝɥʇ llᴉɟlnɟ ll,I ssǝnƃ 'ǝɯ pǝǝu ʇ,uop
dlǝɥ oʇ ploʇ ǝɹǝʍ ᴉ sǝoɹǝɥ ǝɥʇ ǝʞᴉl sʞool 'ɥnɥ

the void remarks
oh, it's on
creator sprints towards the void
alright, some random eldritch piece of crap shows up and talks cryptic bullsh-

but seems like someone was planning ahead of time

sᴉɥʇ noʎ llǝʇ ǝɯ ʇǝl 'llǝʍ
¡¿ƃuᴉʎɹɔ puɐ ƃuᴉuuᴉʍ sɐʍ 'ʎʇᴉuɹǝʇǝ ʇɐɥʇ ɹoɟ ƃuᴉɥʇʎuɐ op oʇ ǝlqɐun 'ɟlǝsʎɯ oʇ ʞɔnʇs sɐʍ —I 'ou ǝʍ ʞuᴉɥʇ noʎ

before creator can notice, his trajectory changes, his position
but it felt almost like the world itself rotated

uǝǝs ǝʌɐɥ I ʇɐɥʇ 'sʞɔᴉɹʇ puɐ

sᴉ ʇɐɥʇ 'ʇǝʎ
ɟo ʞuᴉɥʇ uǝʌǝ ʇ,upᴉp noʎ ʇɐɥʇ ǝɔᴉʇou oʇ pǝlᴉɐɟ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ sʞɔᴉɹʇ
ǝɹoɯʎuɐ ʞɹoʍ ʇ,uoʍ sʞɔᴉɹʇ ɹnoʎ sɯǝǝs ʇᴉ

he takes a swift step to the side, avoiding the incoming dropkick by yours truly, creatia

what in the holy sharpie markers is this thing?!?

continuing his monologue, continuously drifting away

¡ǝʞɐs ɹnoʎ ɹoɟ llɐ puɐ

op plnoɔ I ʇɐɥʍ sᴉ ƃuᴉʇᴉɐʍ
¡ǝǝs noʎ 'ǝuou ɹoɟ ʇ,usɐʍ ʇᴉ ʇǝʎ puɐ 'pǝddɐɹʇ sɐʍ I

dodging hits from every and all sides from both creatia and creator

ǝlqɐpɹɐɔsᴉpuᴉ 'ǝɯɐɔǝq I 'ǝuoǝɯos lɐᴉɔǝds ʇɐɥʇ ɟo ǝsᴉɹdɹns ǝɥʇ oʇ puɐ
ɹǝʍod ǝsuǝɯɯᴉ uǝʌᴉƃ sɐʍ I

his face forms a wide grin

pǝsodɹndǝɹ ǝɯɐɔǝq ǝɔuǝʇsᴉxǝ s,ǝuoǝɯos lɐᴉɔǝds ʇɐɥʇ lᴉʇun 'ʇuǝɯoɯ ʇɥƃᴉɹ ǝɥʇ ʇsnɾ ɹoɟ pǝʇᴉɐʍ I uǝɥʇ puɐ

creatia thrusts forward with a conjured dagger, he still acts as if he is above consequence, whatever he is

then a bright flash comes in my peripheral vision
something is thrown at me

I fail to notice

zap!

and I can't even get myself to turn my head back,
sistah'?

my eyes widening horror—
I look upon a battered sibling of mine

sʞɔᴉɹʇ ʞooq plo ɹnoʎ ɟo ǝɹɐʍɐ ɯ,I pᴉɐs I

veins pop out of my head, I clash my hands on the surface of the ceiling with immense force, my voice ringing through the black place

hey, bitch!
Y O U G O N N A D I E

my voice cracking as loud as it can, his legs move
with each step sound barrier breaking

chaos becoming absence and absence becoming logic

hands materialize a blade
swift steps and narrowing eyes
aiming for the neck of the atrocity

after which comes a swoosh

creator almost faints
I almost faint, trying to keep my composure
but I have to protect her
so I make myself fail
to stumble
to stop existing
to stop being

I try to get myself up
I think my limbs will take a second or two
but that is the defining factor between mortality and immortality

like the mother of horror was incarnate—
it's like if you start fearing the dark instead of what's hiding in it
if mouths could see, and eyes could devour

ǝɹɐ noʎ ɟo ɥʇoq ǝʞᴉl ʇsnɾ
ǝɯ oʇ ƃuᴉʎouuɐ ʎllɐᴉɔǝdsǝ 'ǝlssɐɥ ɐ sɐ ɟɟo ǝɯoɔ ʇɥƃᴉɯ uoᴉʇɐǝɹɔ ǝuo uᴉ sǝᴉʇᴉlɐuosɹǝd ǝǝɹɥʇ ƃuᴉʇʇnd ǝǝɹƃɐ op I ʍou

the void raises both hands in the air, floating, lifting off
sʇǝddnd ʎɯ 'noʎ ɹoɟ puǝ ǝɥʇ sᴉ ʇᴉ ǝsoddns I

he looks down to a defeated creator struggling

¿uᴉɐd ǝʇᴉuᴉɟuᴉ ǝsnɐɔ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ǝɥʇ ʎɟᴉʇsnɾ ƃuᴉɹǝɟɟns lɐuɹǝʇǝ uɐɔ ǝɯ llǝʇ os

then a kick to the gut
he's knocked out

a dropkick

I know what comes for me, but my eyes open to the thing, destabilizing almost—as two agonized faces form on the neck of the void, almost as if trapped souls

dropkick number two, get dunked on!
creatia chuckles

trying to escape, creator scurries his eyes around
and a concerned creatia holds out her hand

couldn't be the comedic relief
ya' thought yo'self to be

what—
you really thought I'd go down that easy?

pfft, come on!

reconsider your options, bro
she turns around as she leans creator on her shoulders

then, a plan forms in her mind— and then she remembers past memories that aren't even hers

you think you're clever slipping on thin ice
you think you're a big fish, but you're just mice
you are not any better than us, calling our demise

I got a plan and this guy's gonna be dead in like, I dunno—a few episodes?

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