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chapter.one: fatally_errored

broken, torn and befuddled;
that is her stance. step by step—taking her chance.
through a battlefield of nothing she seems to come and what she brings
is none but ambition. but it seems you were too late to witness a fight this grand,
maybe try a Prequel for such a thing; one that of course does not exist yet...
and yes, back to her. who is still failing to not be in great condition.
so naturally, another damned helps the poor g o d .

"... d e s a ? (...you look battered)" he turns.
his face now shining like a star; because the person—
seems to have a head for one instead. " c r e a t i o n " she speaks as her vocal
cords reverberate, equalizing with every word. loud and quiet at the same time.
" b u t y o u k n o w t h - "yeah, world project go deletey deletey so, me go save
the damsels, cough heroes i mean" holding h e r up to his shoulder, Speaking.
"and I have a name you know?" " f a t e w a s i t ? " she acclaims to Fate
"it's been a nice long eternity knowing you, . . . g o d e s a " he says,
looking to his side.

beholding a g o d become vapor and then

"what the fu-" Fate gets startled as she violently pushes him aside.
stabbing herself with her last strength; Godesa rips her heart out as she
disappears. from memories. from this world. from forever she stops being.

g o d e s a ' s existence fades to none, but vapor
but, something remains, persistent.

"still a crazy person in her last moment" Fate nonchalantly picks up the
pulsating core, tossing it up; then catching said core. "the hard part is done..."
shrugging, he continues "not like they're gonna bet on fighting the world itself"
cough "we're not at that point ye-

his monologue coming to a stop as he flinches to an ear-piercing roar,
animalistic almost. mist piles like sand grains; sounds of wires-
breaking, flesh ripping. something lowers—descending upwards. as its six
hands snap that bind it to the sky. revealing the horror of its scaley draconic
body, dropping down thud "we heard the grass..." standing up, it continues
"greener on your side of the fence" listening uncarefully Fate chuckles, stepping
closer to the thing "you know—" taking another heavy step "...fatel" as Fatel
grins. that is, until Fate shifts a kick into its face as he barely avoids a Fatel blow.

"buddy what's the hold up?!" Fate questions him, backing up to wind a kick
"the hold up has been held up enough..." Fatel slams his fists on the ground,
sprinting towards Fate 'what even?' Fate monologues while Fatel falls, yelling.
"...brother! stop!" Fate takes back steady steps, jumping away from Fatel; whose
eyes get red with a murderous intent that slides toward him slowly.

'brother is...' Fatel talks to no one "you are forgetting some crucial shit! brother"
Fate sighs. 'the damn worl—' right through the chest and heart, existent to none
"aahrg!" he lets out screams, muffled. "that's right!" Fatel steps forward
the ground raising below his feet as he towers over him. "you can call me—

—the ɐsǝpoƃ fucking world itself, ...sibling!"

"'ᴉ sɐʍ pǝuᴉɐɥɔ chained! to the ceiling of my own body
for a million, sɹɐǝʎ uoᴉllᴉɹʇ, do you understand!? ,,¡¿ǝɯ,, ʇɔǝɟɹǝd"

Fate smirks as he lifts his head up. "bitch, you're shor— huh?"
looking around to nothing, the hole through his body there no more.
"dis' but a badly planned dream" he exclaims, reaching to his pockets.
"..." a little panic 'he took it' becomes visible. "shit" staring at the half-taken
heart of a " s p e c i a l s o m e o n e . " Fate lets go, stumbling down
to the bottom of the ground’s surface
"fuck, my life"

chapter.two: g o d s _ or_frauds?

somewhere else
another world perhaps?
doesn't matter though, it's already succumbing to eternity.
in the end 'eternity' does in fact come off as hyperbole. trust me,
it's the least unusual thing you'll read.

buildings crumble under pure nothingness
that begins to eat away at the— everything. ravines open;
through the earth’s belly as the noise of breathing of two who are living
becomes the only sound that soothes the mind of the pure horror that this
contorting world is becoming. "end of the line, huh?" the one with long hair
questions the other; who then replies "quite literally, am I right?"
he responds, looking up to the breaking skies. "now this is some real shit..."
he says. "believe me, I'm used to living with ya', you know?" he adds—
subtly chuckling while the female one gives him an annoyed look.

'life is quite strange isn't it?
one second you're ...living peacefully (peacefully is subjective)'
the other one thinks, closing eyes 'then you're in freefall—' but she catches him
"sister, you do know" he speaks with a smug face "I'm heavier than you?"
she doesn't listen, yet time doesn't stop either and all things come
to an end eternal. 'us too'

'air in my face. terminal velocity getting terminally, terminal'
eyes go dry till the concept of water stops existing and their minds fade away
because immortality starts to settle, hair floating through ozone, fluttering.
one descending while one ascends, downwards. "sistuh', do me a favour
and don't die!" he tells her as the dream ends, shattering into a swirling mass
below them, slowly spiralling like a thousand galaxies crushed to a point of—
absolute singularity, imploding outwards and then beating like the heartbeat
that has planned their demiseful destiny.

'her' prophecy

"i sure as hell won't! brother" she yells. before disappearing into oblivion
'...what?' he scrambles to find reasoning. 'I'm still alive, but where am I though?'
darting his eyes around to read the room, as if this is a room to begin with.
it's somewhere else; 'other than home' then appears the ground, and...
'chairs and a table?' as all that velocity comes to minus zero
hitting the table, the table that refuses to budge. 'aaagh!...?'

"i think I broke a limb or two" he says, getting up, failing to die,
looking at his hands that tremble beneath that void of no name.
'how, what, and why.' he thinks as the absurdity baffles him.
until the situation’s memories fade away till he is no longer able to.
and then he bends to the table, curiously poking it, just to realise "it's glued to—
the ground" sighing as he notices the covered plate '...my curious ass' opening
the plate’s cover to reveal another cover; one with a note attached
"wha..." 'i take off the sticky note to investigate'

starving? open the plate. it has slight questionable (still edible)
food, don't worry there's definitely no drugs* (except a s p e c i a l
s o m e o n e * ) bon-appetite!, creator~ (that's your s p e c i a l lil' name now :)))
—Fate

"fate?"

"well..." crunch biting into the pulsating thing 'tastes like gmello, but light flavor'
"hmmm, that wasn't" wiping his mouth "so ba—" a jolt hits his body like some
thunder concentrated, focused on his eyes and mind, a tight knot forms around
his throat as he swallows on spit his brain going hazy with mist barely keeping
up "a-alrihi ...dat aws dwefightly durge—" only to collapse on the chair right
next to him. as in the distance he sees something... spiralling to the sky

chapter.three: creation's_creations

"aaand— that's how I got here" creator elaborates, leaning on a chair. Right in front sits someone. The light is dim, and the location? Unknown, to you. "you gonna say somethin'?" he narrows his eyes at the figure, turning back in his seat, his head illuminating the spire more and more.

"fate," he—Fate—talks, smirking. "is what you'll call me." Fate stands up suddenly. "hello, ....protagonists! remember the weird gmello tasting thing you both ate?"

'both?, he points to me... and behind?' creator sniffles as he looks to the side,
eyes widening. "sistuh'?" Creatia stands there. "wait br—" fate interrupts the reunion. "wai—wait, I'm supposed to be the introductory guy." He fixes his slanted bowtie while both siblings share looks of confusion (which seems to be the default). "creatia," fate leans on both of them before beginning, "meet creator." "and both of you..." he points to none but himself. "meet'cha mentor~" "huh." Fate befuddles himself as his so-called protagonists pay him no attention.

"hey! stop touching random stuff," he yells as they look around. "alright, confused's an understatement," creator sighs. "ummm... hi?" creatia softly asks. "uh... hello. long time no seen," creator responds awkwardly. "I know right? been a hot second since we..." she twirls her hair. "died," creator adds, deadpan. "wierd," he mutters, still scanning the room.

A framed painting stops him. He stares. Too long. Creatia is busy questioning the—mentor guy—as creator approaches the freehanded piece. Curiosity wins. A peculiar s p e c i a l signature. "its signed?" Despite the strange writing, he can read it. ' g o d e - ' The atmosphere densens. The hinges scream open as the portrait falls. A shadow clashes with it—its existence deflected—yet it keeps falling. Through. Through his hand. Eyes that didn’t know how to see;
learn how to widen.

"what t-the actual censored fug?!" creator shouts. The tower answers. creek A bookshelf filled with tables tips, descending slowly. Creator freezes. It stops inches from his face. "not like you can," fate says from behind, holding it with his elbow, "but you are not supposed to die... yet." He kicks it back. Something trips off the table. It lands in creator’s lap. (what the—) he flinches "quite the
s p e c i a l journal you've found," fate says.

The tower grows quiet. Too quiet. The walls feel liminal—watching. Lively. "a book?" creatia peaks over creators shoulder "...is it though?" he asks as he opens the dusty tome "there's text inside?" creator says flipping through the first page.
'i know stupid' creatia thinks, curiously as fate in the background observes their
shananigagens "a poem to be specific" they read it aloud.

♪"colours through the darkened eyes"♪
♪"chaos from which logic dies"♪
♪"heroes who g o d defines"♪

"welcome to the [ ]"

" t h i s i s i n t h e i r m i n d s "
And I’ve already lost mine

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