Darkness. That's all he saw, and that's all he's ever seen. There may have been a time where darkness wasn't all there was in his world. Even if there were, he wouldn't remember. He's been here, waiting. A̳̮̙̦̹͇̼ͥͨ͊l̷ͤ̍́ͤ0͉͔ͣ̊̾ͬn̠ͯͤ͆3͇̜̱̜̆̽ͭ. Never has he moved, he didn't need to: there was nothing for him. He's been her for so long, long enough that the concept of time is unfamiliar to him as it is pointless. Maybe he'll get a lucky break and just stop… Stop thinking… Stop sitting… Stop existing… 'Why?' he thought, something he's never asked until now. 'Why me'? Sometimes, when he concentrates, he sees a glimmer, a fraction, of something before the darkness. A flash of colors, strange sounds. It seems… cheerful. Then it all went grey, a screech of metal, something squishing, a flash of red. It was now sadness, fear, and terror guilt… He would remember only these fragments, forgetting any true memory that they held. The darkness is his only complete memory, and even that had its complications. He closed his eyes, not that it made a difference, and decided to just stop… but fate had other plans. There was a sound, something he has never heard before. It came from across the darkness, to the right. His ears twitched, attempting to pinpoint the alien sounds. Then it came again, but closer and more clearly. It was then became a tapping, no, a knocking. But what was making this noise? Soon it was in front of him, and it stopped. After a while, he gave up on the noise, the only thing that told him that there is still a world out there. But then there was a new noise, it sounded muffled, constant… a voice.
He couldn't make out what it was saying, but for the first time in a long history of inactivity, he moved. He got up from his slumped position, and sat up. His bones creaked, not having moved once since he first woke up to this void. There was a bang, followed by a crack. It sounded off again, and again. Then, something he thought he would never see peaks through the veal: light. It stretched across the floor, which were black and white checkered tiles. He reached towards the light, not knowing what to do. When his hand became illuminated, he retracted it, making sure it wasn't dangerous. When he was sure that the light wouldn't harm him, he moved his hand in the light. All this time, he wasn't even sure what he looked like, but as he moved his hand into the light he saw: a metal arm with yellow fabric on it. All this time, and now he knows: he's not even a living creature. He got up on his legs, stumbling a bit before using the wall behind him to support him. He slowly moved forward, still a little unsteady from never having walked before, until he reached the wall where the light was coming from. He leaned in closer, and looked into the light. It turned out to be a hole, and through it he saw a hallway, paint chipped and old papers with strange images on them.
He tried to look around some more when something blocked the view: a white circle with a black center surrounded by a blue ring. He jumped back, and fell on the floor. It looked straight at him, and observed him. Then a deep voice said, "Looks like you were right: we found one". It knew he was there; he slowly backed away, now feeling something he never felt before. Anxiety. There was another loud bang and crack, and the hole grew a lite bigger. The thing returned, this time framed by something strange, in a tanned colour. The voice returned, saying, "This one seems active, we'll have to use an EMP". He looked at this new opening into his world, wondering what this EMP was. Then all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain through his body, then there was something completely new to him: true darkness. Then he remembered one last thing,
'my name is S̴̻͓͍͍̼̺̒̄ͫͩ̿p͚̗̯̂̌ͫ̋͗r̻̟̼̬ͫͬ̆ͭ̈̏̚i̱͙̮͋̑̏́́̏́n̸͚̓g̱͙͉̹̈ͥ̃̏ͨ͊͌ț̭̻͔͙͆̉͛̋̀̚r̹̯͉̊̄ͅă͏͕̘͇pͯ͌ͨ.
Hello everyone: I'm back! Some people may have noticed I've been neglecting to post new chapters of things, but here is a new story. I might later update Last Friday Night, but speaking of which those who like that should know: This is defiantly not going to be as "happy" as that story, with intense themes of insanity and violence. The ending will be so big that I'll need to make two separate short stories: a good ending and a bad ending. Depending on how it goes, one ending will be added and considered "cannon" and the last chapter won't come out until then. The ending will also be really crazy, like seriously, did Michael Bay direct this *Explosion*.
Bye everyone!