Prologue
Darkness. That word alone could be an accurate description of the place he was in. Darkness. To be more exact, black with varying shades of purple. But darkness none the less. He shouldn't think so bad of it. It was his home. It had created him. He helped expand it. But that was in the past now. He was a sliver of his former self, a few molecules joined together by a consciousness.
He was, undoubtedly, a genius. If it wasn't for his large amount of mental powers, he would not be existing. Probably. However, as many people with so much power do, he got arrogant. He thought his plan was fool proof. He orchestrated everything. From the first bombing to the final attack, everything was composed by him. And it had happened perfectly.
Fool proof. However, he was naïve. Fools always find a way into the smallest of loopholes in the best of plans. Especially the smart ones. Reviving the ones he thought he had finished. Turning those who worked for him against him. And finally reducing him to his current form. And suddenly, all of his work had gone. All of his trophies, from each successful bomb, had returned to that world. Now he was left to floating around his home.
Subspace. The gap between worlds, unable to ever leave. Sure he could watch anywhere, from Pallet to Aperture. He could get anywhere. And yet, he couldn't. But there was one place above all that he hated. And yet loved. The Subspace Memorial, as the universe called it. The area of his greatest success. And the memory of his greatest defeat. So many bombs had exploded at once. So much more for his home.
When he was slain, it couldn't be returned. So much energy had gone through it at once. It was an existing paradox. It was a constant portal between the worlds. His and theirs. It was the closest he could get to life. But it hurt. It burned his essence to be there for so long. And yet, it revived him. Bit by bit. If he could do it for long enough, he could return. Gain power, cool off. Gain power, cool off. He could return to his original state.
And then he would attack. He would get revenge. On the revivers. On the leader of the land. On those who abandoned him. On this universe. On all universes. For his master.
