Chapter 0: An Uprising Event
A bright yellow shadow is shown in front of him among the darkness. It touched his chin before he could open his eyes leaving a trace of uncertainty. That's when he heard multiple voices calling his name telling him to run.
"Do you want to die?" The shadow asks in a particular way. He doesn't hear a certain voice coming from the shadow, but the words appeared in his mind as if life itself were subtitled
"Sometimes." He answered, while the voices were arguing aloud. (They know. They definitely know. It might be a trap. Don't talk to them. Be smarter. Will they kill us? Ask them if they will kill us)
"Why?" It asks again, while it explodes in a bunch of golden petal flowers.
The environment seemed to be frozen in time as the colors of the background faded away. Only the voices were able to manifest themselves among the monochrome scenario as souls of multiple colors. He thought it was a bit unexpected, but he was no stranger to them. In fact, they were by his side all along.
"Guys!" He called in the middle of the void he was trapped on. But as soon as he tried to reach out for the help of the only presences he could felt inside him, the lonesome echo of his voice was lost in the distance. "If only I could…"
"If only you could?" Blue and red flowers emerged from the infinite landscape, repeating the question again and again as whispers coming from every side of his being.
"If only I could. Huh... What an easy way to get away with things."
"But you can- But you will- But you must- But you need- You have the power to-You have the strength to- You have the grief to-" The two options materialized in front of him. A way out. A chance to start it all again. To make better decisions in order to fulfill his desire for happiness. Or a way forward, where the pain could continue until he dies. Where the acceptance of a true god would remain rotted below him and the love he's seeking for could never be met in an uncertain future. "Don't waste my miracle- Don't waste my determination- Don't waste my Mercy- Don't waste-"
"Could. Would. Will. But. Don't..." He inhales the unspoken regret of his decision as he puts his hand on the orange button. "Before I leave- sorry, before we leave… reveal your name to me, and only me." He whispers to the flowers as if the entire world would hear him asking something he shouldn't have asked for.
"Very well Jack Baskerville." The voice replies like a breeze on his shoulder "You may find this name... familiar, but the one name I was called out by them was, if I remember correctly, Chara... as like character."
He giggles with his eyes closed, trying not to doubt the decision he is about to make.
"Very well Chara." As he presses the button his body starts to vanish from bottom to top "We shall never meet again."