008 × Like Super Shady, You Know

they look back at a very much unconscious void
well guess this guy is done for,
creatia exclaims while she holds her hands
in front of her, slowly making something
creator peeks over her shoulder
I mean he had it coming, already
messing with our project
...also the hell you up to—
he muses

she finishes the thing and it's
a high heel?, pulling her arm back aiming for the head
and I notice something — then I sarcastically say
seriously what're you, dollar store james bond?
she replies

what, yeah oh shi-
stuttering she slips missing the thing
yet breaking a piece of the thing
I sigh with relief

good thing this is supposed to be pg meta commentary
and most of all godesa damn!, comedy
I yell, as creatia holding the fragment turns to me
can you stop doing that thing it's really
not understandable for the rea—
she gasps, and creator gives a smug face
which immediately fades to shock he lifts his hand
pointing behind creatia

what, ya' think that I'll get scared, cause he's behind
he's right behind me isn't he...?
and creator just stared as creatia turns around
and before she can

the gravity turns back on

somebody help!, logic is not logicing! we're falling upwards!
creator yells, he's forgetting something though —
and creatia just seems tired of the madness
what is happe- I don't even care...

don't tell me you forgot
that we were on the ceiling this whole time
she sighs, and proceeds to affirm

look this is just going to take a hella lot of time
why don't we just take in the moment, since we are taking
the scenic route all the way down there to begin with states creatia angrily
We have a lot of questions and I know just the guy
that stays secretive enough for me to get suspicious
meanwhile I think we have earned ourselves some room to breathe

cool, I might even think of some more
comedic relief moments for the readers
I mean, about time we can foreshadow something
creator talks about some foreshadowing of something
you know what?, two can play at that game
creatia responds as she pulls out a very rectangular
piece of metal with a glass screen, it has a logo on the back and reads
os phone, the hell? when did she go to the—
uh, you went to the metaverse?
I question her

nope, although I did get it from one of the markets in the meta
but I only bought it like a year ago, I was almost suspicious even
that its kickstarter was taking that long to be released for pre-release

like super shady, you know?
she remarks without answering

then I notice the fact that her hair's untied and flaring
in the wind— it's almost funny, I let out a chuckle
good thing she didn't notice, or I'll be six feet under
just from her comments

this descent's taking way too long, oh and I totally forgor
that stands for operating system or somethin'?
I ask her, after which she states
pretty sure that's oversear

how original
I respond, but my sarcasm comes to a halt as I see
the ground below appearing

oh, my godesa! make a trampoline or some shit
We gonna fall on our heads!

speak for yo'selve, I mean you got short hair didn't you hypocrite!
she replies manifesting a pair of wings behind her back
see, ya'! on the otherside
and she makes a dive, oh come on I just taunted your hair!
she good as well knows that I don't know how to draw wings

I very hastily draw a cushion
add shading, complete line art, draw details
and then do the quickest way to

manifest!

threads come out of thin air as fabric weaves itself
making an exact replica of what I had drawn
well that's the problem exactly— it's too small!

huh, that's what she said
creatia zooms by, landing safely
dematerialising the wings

I hold the cushion focusing
my eyes ripping through reality
opening a menu for editing I made
The hell was the command!?
change size?
pivot size?
reform axi—
that's it

reform axis y and x to hundred!
the pillow grows in size
and I fall flat, bouncing off

ouch!
need help?
she gets me up
stand tall my brother, we have a fate to investigate!

and meanwhile
hmmm, hmmm, what a nice day
sitting on a chair, great tea, great morning
and there's no way that those so-called heroes...
the door snaps open

thud!

speak of the devil— it is!
close the damn door behind
...what?

we need answers
both of them burst through the door
just for answers, how rude
creator walks up to me looking me in the eyes
we just fought the mothertruckin' world, and guess what?
We have no idea of the what when how or why

You call yourself our mentor give us some needed information

creatia sits on a couch right behind, giving a very suspicious look at me
come on what do you people think I'm hiding something from you it's not like I'll hide something from— you...?
creatia immediately realizes something
and responds
so you are?

cut to

fate walking around a chalk board
lifting off the curtain to a very dusty board
with wet marks of use, ragged surface broken corner fixed with tape
alright first thing you are in this place called the black place, yes?
he draws an almost one to one replica as he continues
this place is alive
shocker I know

any of the anomalies? not your fault not your mistakes
it's making them torment you, for its own pleasure and entertainment
and from all knowledge I have about it is that it has a really sick sense
of sentimentality, just because it was left there for a very long time

I mean it's almost like the a.m situation—
I wonder where the idea came from
creator adds to the topic

now on to that...
fate continues his monologue
I can't explain, you either find out yourself
or just follow along, because you can't
he kicks the chalk board into a cupboard
and shuts the door closes to—
now any questions, because no I won't be answering anymore
either because I'm not supposed to or because I don't even know to begin with
I stand upright and rub my temples exclaiming

first of all that answered nothing and second of all great brainfucking session

creatia too, looking confused with a little more questions than answers
just walks out undisturbed, unfazed with her deadpan expression since
last episode, and opening the gates she gasped
fate gazes at a peculiar fragment laying on the couch
that looks familiar, as if I have seen it in its entirety
looks like someone forgot to take it with them
whatever it is
he monologues

guys you might wanna take a look at this

fate and me peek over her shoulder as we look at a doodlevile
infested with eyes everywhere every corner,
I just stare into space, zoning out

and then comes a familiar voice— yet so horrifying— echoing through the world

ǝsᴉɯoɹdɯoɔ ʇnq ƃuᴉɥʇou uᴉɐʌ oʇ pɐǝl sʇɹoɟɟǝ ɹnoʎ llɐ ʇǝʎ puɐ
sǝᴉl sǝʎǝ lɐǝɹ ǝɥʇ 'ǝsᴉlɐǝɹ ʇ,uop sǝʎǝ lɐǝɹ ʇnq
ǝsᴉlɐǝɹ ʇ,uop noʎ ʇnq llɐ sɯǝlqoɹd 'sɯǝlqoɹd 'sɯǝlqoɹd

is it just me or is that guy not been subtle at all

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007 × Call Me The Void, The World Itself