010 × Punchline With A Literal Punch

creator cracks his knuckles, gently
well we have one left, man of the hour
faytle was it? creatia responds with a low voice
i don't think we should... there's no turning back is there?
creator sighs as he tries to put his hand over her shoulder
but is caught off-guard—

oh shi-
a slightly loud chuckle
can be heard as fate tries to hold his laugh
creator exclaims regaining his balance and composure
I know, I saw it too, kinda
so how about

both of you go, cause I'm 'bout to
deliver this punchline with a literal punch
as they leave, i raise both my hands

zap and zoom, bitc-

at the speed of sound and then light
violently gripping the ceiling below ripping it veins
and then i realise something oh, that's great

so that's where you are...
conveniently enough for the plot
someone is— right behind me
turning back to a disintagrating faytle
have your victory, the one in the short term of-course
kneeling to the ground, with his last strength
materialising a sharp black shard
with full intent

stabbing himself, slowly turning to vapour
losing all speech, strength and will
creator for a second taking steps back
woah, someone put this guy in a thriller
also, self harm

this is definitely not for kids anymore

I can see what desperado he is trying to pull
not letting us take the satisfaction of a wi-
my eyes go damp as I realise what'll happen once he...
totally forgor they were the world itself or somethin'
oh shit, shit shit shit shit—
with him, the black place
too, will stop being!

creator hurries to find a solution
wait— he's slowly becoming weak, isn't he?
creator sprints towards faytle trying to stop him
and then he flinches with epiphany
moving his arms drawing symbols mid-air
redesign protocol! open open command!
a screen rips through reality

a bubble made of pure ink forms
around a thoughtless, blank expressioned faytle
creator types, selects and deletes memory
changes behaviour, retypes his code to blank
symbols uncomprehendable, words ineffable
the ceiling cracks as layer by layer,
it's surface becomes thin air
drawing the redesign,
i think one things clear

with his core vapourized
in his final moments
he's just a oc, now
in our domain
that i can alter

yet so, I can feel that tug on my feet again —
the one that is pulling you below, at all times
and... it's done! just put in the redesign
creator monologues to himself
as he falls down

light— blinding light refracts
the black place slowly turns a pale hue
the colour spreading like infection
and at high velocity an angel decends below

and below it is—

creatia lying on the couch, rambles
so, I saw that person again
those weird anomalies
have their actions justified
i don't know if we did the right thing
our project is half ruined, plus the fact th-
fate sitting in a chair noting on a paper
labled forced to do therapy sesh
sipping on tea with the other hand

I'd say the best thing to do here is...
get up and deal with it

creatia snaps in dumbfoundness
what? that's not even good advice!?
fate takes a long sip as he replies
already told you, can't make a battery
power a godesa damn city!

creatia responds questioning
didn't you tell me you're good at emotional sup-
fate stops her immediately to correct

correction,
I only said I'm good at demotivation
and not emotional support and on top of tha-
fate is interrupted to a loud sound on the roof of the tower

what the actual fuc-

cut to—
creatia walking up the stairs, while instinctively limping
damn why are there so many frickin' stairs?!
fate comments reaching the end of the ascent
there is a elevator, you know
it's not as convenient when
the elevator takes you
to a random floor!
creatia reassures
she opens the door
to a sleeping creator
fate can't help but rant
so he crashes on my tower
makes a godesa damn! crater on ma' building!
and considers it comfortable enough to sleep in?!

on top all that...
creatia replies before he finishes
first of all, creatia two fate one
and I think we all should get rest
and that includes you mentor-man!

fate nods agreeing
descending down the stairs
he stops to question creatia

it's been a long night, hasn't it?

and proceeds to leave, creatia continues
taking steps to the edge of the towers rooftop
sitting right next to creator
to hang her legs
down the infinite below
as i look up quite the sight
the black place is changin' colour?
i wonder what he did up there—

a load of random monologues, apparentely
creator stands up making asphalt filling up the crater
creatia looks back chuckling softly, raising her head up
you know fates gonna kill you for that, right?
creator already bored of his occupation
stands next to her, spreading his arms
as if doing morning exercises

what's that hat on your head?
creatia questions and creator tosses back

that's faytle, turned 'em into a cat

creatia just stares at the
blob like creature, resting
atop creator's head, sound asleep

you, what!?

she exclaims laughing uncontrollabley
wheezing between and in laughter
wait you turned the guy we were
fighting the whole arc into a cat!

that's the funniest shit, I've seen you pull
you got a name for that thing?
she muses

if i remember correctly, it's shallow

wait that's... kinda clean, actually
she stops her laughing to a halt
almost, just reflecting for a moment
but aside that— it's really been a long time
creator sits down next to her proceeding to sit down
taking the creature in his lap, patting it's head
creator replies leaning back, sighing
it really has been a real hot minute since...
we never had a chance to talk

so, how's it been?
creatia asks as she leans on creator
well, I'm nervous and have no plan of what to do

no plans, huh? other then
fixing all of doodlevile
yup, definitely none damn plans
creator scratches the back of his head
well if you put it like that...

we still got a long way ahead
also, you gonna submit that as a core con'?
creatia perks up with curiosity
and with a slightly long pause
creator responds
ah, the cat thing?
original enough i might—
although I doubt we'll be
going to the metaverse anytime soon
is that fore-shadowing I hear?
creatia talks as she stands up
better go help 'em, then not, cya! c

creator responses with a manic impression
can't cya me if, I ditch you first!
and immediately jumps off
clutching shallow

creatia can't help but comment
well thats one fast way to get down
which is still more efficient then
creatia mockingly coughs

cough— cough

the elevator

...also on second thoughts
i might wanna go to the sphere
my head still hurts from today's stupidity
as I, alone walk down the stairways
steps echo like a recited poem
like noise fractaling
in the deepest dark

the tower goes quiet, in a bind
the defeat that we had denied
non-existent odds we defied

pfft— we really are all crazy people, aren't we?

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009 × So About Time You Do The Thing