009 × So About Time You Do The Thing

the town fills with a hint of burnt ink
its air laden, like thousands of hands
deforming, reforming, and most of all like dish soap for some reason
alright this is getting out of hand— first our oc's
then now, our worldbuilding project
the hell does it want?!

sister just looks in disbelief
as our hardworked project

decaying

I have seen, and can see that flame in her eyes
anger, an expression of pure annoyence
she takes steps outside, steady ones
and I chuck along, fate still just staring at the absurdity
I step before her, proceeding to affirm

may I do the honors?
but she instead holds my hand
firmly, our grip tightening as we both
manifest a spear made of pure frozen light

strike the world!

all light fades away
all delusion turns to ambition
form materializes and fumbles
swirling as heavenly light circles us

flashy
fate comments with sarcasm
there it is! we enter the portal
as the ceiling erupts with bright black flashes
our legs are attached to the ceiling as if
gravity has business to do on opposite day
as we go through, all our anger pours into a glass of words

your funeral!

catching the void off guard
as it's just sitting on a singular chair
even the chair shifts a nanometre
its mouth opens to drifting words

ǝʌɐɹƃ ʎɯ uo ʇɔǝɾoɹd ʇɐɥʇ xᴉɟ oʇ ǝʌɐɥ oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ ǝɹ,noʎ pu∀

ǝɯ ʎldɯᴉs sᴉ ʇɔǝɾoɹd ɹnoʎ llɐɔ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ —llǝʍ
ǝʌɐɥ I uoᴉsᴉʌ ǝɥʇ ǝʞᴉl ʇ,uop noʎ ǝʞᴉl sʞool
he turns to creator gazing at him
dude I'm telling y-

a shockwave hits creator as he's knocked behind
creatia kicks void from behind
its form destabilizes again?
wait, it's the same as before
those familiar faces, are those two...
its neck! that's the point I think

I yell to him sliding and slipping dodging attacks
go for the neck, release both of those guys
creator immediately tries to break the tension
avoiding tendrils rising from the ground
hey! be inclusive, I think the other one is a gal
he jumps over the void, who then takes leaps to the sides

¿ƃuᴉllɐʇs ʎq pǝʇɐǝɟǝp ǝq oʇ ɯ,I ¡¿ʞuᴉɥʇ noʎ op ʇɐɥʍ
a tendril raises as it snaps at creatia
but she keeps steady
creator lunges forward

welcome to our domain
and that includes you!
cutting a straight line across his neck
and then a burst, it's losing its form
faces of two agonized malwari and Trogun
appear to disappear, it's splitting but halfway it stops
and punches me...
what everything
was going by plan

even though we didn't have one, oh, wait—
I notice an overconfident creatia descending from above at high velocity
pointing her sharp heel right at an unsuspecting void
dude you might want to take a step to the back cause-

creatia exclaims loudly
dropkick number three go brrr—
it doves a knee head first into her chest
and I couldn't move a limb, pathetic

uᴉɐƃɐ 'ʞɔᴉʇ dɐǝɥɔ ɹnoʎ ʎq pǝlooɟ ǝq oʇ
ɯɐ I ʞuᴉɥʇ noʎ op oʞ
he acclaims as he spreads his wings
made of eyes as if for every minute of pain
he has gone through one more grows

he narrows his eyes as a grin protrudes from a frown
-uǝɯɯoɔ lɐɥs puǝ noɥʇ uǝɥʇ

but suddenly

a fist to the neck
my vision is recovering and...
is that fate?, he's fighting with 'em
about time you stop messing with her pla-
gambling with fate won't get you anywhere except, oblivion!
fate appears clutching a broken fragment of something
slowly absourbing it as the peculiar turns to thin vapour
you discarded damnsel in despair!, your chips have run out!

gosh, we really had a lot of that this chapter didn't we?

fates eyes glow as he breaks off pieces of ink, fragments of the void
the movement of both in perfect sync as they slide and glide
fate is exhausting, but he refuses to show signs

both of you, ambush!
fate commands as he jumps to us
my eyes light up, a very great
and definitely not bad plan forms in my head
creatia I got a very original idea!
I hold my hand out as she maneuvers towards a minefield of tendrils
and then on top of one, jumping off diving down
fate takes a dash forward, but it notices, and we don't
nonetheless before I fall flat

in my hand I make a dagger mid-air
clutching it deep in his neck, after which I let go

their little celebration is cut short, then the void
turns back to a pair of wide eyes and tired siblings

¿ʞɔǝu ǝɥʇ oʇ ɹǝƃƃɐp ɐ slooɟ

he comments as his hands grip around the weapon
removing it, and it falls down
and he proceeds to exclaim

llɐɟ˙˙˙

ʇsol ʎpɐǝɹlɐ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ

something shifts in the air as even fate watching from a distance
takes steps back, as a deforming void incarnates into static
it's inky fleash glitching, lagging as errors appear
the thing turns to shed skin and then to smoke
malwari and Trogun emerge, exclaiming
as they stare at faytle

faytle...? we told you about the fact that...
faytle raises his hands to protest, high in the air
you couldn't have done this, arrogant cowards!
spreading his hands spinning around
as if showing them his power

look at my efforts, sure I cannot defeat them
but if we reform

they're dead

trogun sprints forward grabbing faytle by the collar
lifting him up, to speak to him
you good as hell know what we want
and this wasn't our agreement
she leaves us and now, you will too
faytle raises his fingers pointing towards creatia and creator

woah, this shi- getting interesting~
comments creator in the far background

that fucker! we agreed that we we're not going back
to that eternal pain not once, that little—
faytle turns to pure ink and reforms out of grasp
and I command trogun
beat the fuckin shit Outta 'em
but that smirk doesn't fade
both are exhausted, might as well be dead
look at her so-called protagonists
and that so-called replacement! wait... where's?
trogun winds back as the ceiling chills down its spine
a shock wave released right by his face
not faytle,
trogun...?

malwari calls out, to a vapour bitten trogun
creator standing in front
as fate walks up

quoting a certain skeleton on this one, but
I wonder why people don't use their strongest attack first
he thrusts his hand into his chest ripping out a gem shifting colours
beating, pulsating every nanosecond
you didn't even told us anything this far?
creator questions, and fate replies with seriousness
first off all please listen with care, in what you call
my brainfucking session, smooth Brain
so about time you do the thing

absourb

creator instead puts the core inside
his pocket, and continues to explain
hey, look it might come in handy for decoration!
but if you really want me to do the weird, shonen character power up then sure
he breaks a chunk of the core with his hands absorbing it
imagination and ink flows
and pulsates through his veins

trogun's very being goes pitch black

and memory of someone comes to his mind
why does it feel like a incoming villain trauma dump?
well I choose ignorance

which still, is bliss

fate turns to creatia dueling with malwari
it's been a long time since the last proper
vapourization, yet they still struggle, how cute
and far away

brightly dark spears of light appear
creatia snaps her arm straight at a faint malwari
any last words
she asks

bitch you're short...

malwari becomes absolute nothing

ink and imagination leaks until nothing remains
not even memories, because they belong to someone else now
as someones very being and existence turns to a thousand peculiar fragments
she turns in horror, her eyes go white as she succumbs to their memory
and she witnesses something, not creator, not fate
not even her own vision, a destorted memory of sorts

what is... who is she?

I a m t r u l y s o - r y , t r u l y s o r r y
a s y o u a r e n o t a b l e t o f - l - i l l
t h e s c - r y - t , y o u m u s t n o t b e

that figure is she...?

yea-s
-onths
decades
meliniu-
e-ns
pass and us?
We are le-t h-nging
the ink in our body
It piles up in our he-d
We d-n't know pain
We don't kn-w silence
We don't know noise
and we cou-dn't know bliss

almost forgetting myself
I wake up to fate checking me
as I am still in the same place
I look down, to see my hands holding a gem,
it fades through— disappearing
that's vapourization one o' one for you, now
are you okay? you've been passed out for a hot minute
he asks me and creator too comes right above my head

sistah' look fate made me commit planed murder

and somewhere else—

someone combusts
the view zooms in on their face
full of hate, melting as he affirms
there is no other way, obsolinley none
but still, they already lost by fighting us
How stupid, All of that damage
I'm still on the brink of

not being

How about we have a little more fun before the spuǝ ʍoɥs

you want to be the ɹɐʇs but the show is ƃuᴉpuǝ in ǝsᴉɹdns
you already lost by ƃuᴉʇɥƃᴉɟ, now you won't ǝɔᴉɟɟns
you'll die before you puɐʇsɹǝpun the suoᴉʇɔnɹʇsǝp size

the world is a stage and I have kick-started the show

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

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