This is my first story guys :3 I hope you like it. Please review~
It's cold. Quiet. Dark. Everything seems slower than it should. Its not like it really matters though. Your body is numb and your mind is hazy, so you hardly even notice anymore. You open dull blue eyes, finding yourself looking through the inky dark at your tattered clothes that were once so great, a symbol of your stature.
But as was fore mentioned, it doesn't matter. Not in your current position. A small jolt of electricity rockets through you from your hands to your feet. As used to this as you are, you still produce a yelp and a powerful gust of wind that swirls around you in your cylindrical prison, searching for its own escape.
It works its way upward until it reaches a fan over your head, powering the mechanism it is attached to, and sending power throughout the entire facility. Small twitches shake your body uncomfortably as you try to hang limply, ignoring the pangs of hunger.
How long had it been since you ate? Probably months. You never pay attention to the days anymore. They all began to blend together after your first week here. The last meal you remember, you had finished the game, and were having a celebratory dinner with Dave, Jade and Rose.
A faint smile comes onto your face; the most you can manage. You had created the new universe, and you had watched it all unfold before you; the evolution of the species, the struggles and their successes. You loved all of them. And you thought they were cute. Well, some of them anyway.
They looked very much like humans. Only they had grey skin, yellow eyes (until they matured), orange horns that varied in design, and they were birthed as grubs by what they called a mother grub. But what was the most peculiar, was the fact that they had different blood colors. After watching them a little bit, you noticed that some colors were more so peasants, while others were royalty.
While their ways seemed inhuman to you, but they weren't exactly human, so you always respected it. You had felt very much attached to the young race, which called themselves trolls. You watched them for at least 150 human years, your status of God tier preventing you from aging a day. They advanced much faster than you expected them to! It seemed like it had only been a few days when they managed to create things resembling computers.
They had a program that they called trollian; a chat server, basically. You ended up pinpointing a troll you had grown fond of and began to pester him often. You still recall the first time you ever talked.
- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 16:13 –
[CG]: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
[EB]: hi karkat! im john!
[CG]: HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? AND WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF A NAME IS JOHN?
[EB]: haha okay yeah that was kind of creepy. id tell you, but you wouldnt believe me. :B just know that i know enough about you guys.
[EB]: oh wow that wasnt any better.
[CG]: YEAH NO SHIT. NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? DID CAPTOR PUT YOU UP TO THIS? I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOG I WILL KILL HIM.
[EB]: no I just wanted to talk to you! you seemed nice. i just get kind of lonely. my friends are usually busy so i cant really talk to them much :( i was hoping that maybe we could be friends!
[CG]: AS FUCKING FLATTERING AS THAT IS, I DON'T KNOW YOU, AND EVEN IF I DID, I WOULD NOT WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE CREEPIER THAN MEGIDO. AND THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING.
[EB]: awww come on karkat! oh, i mean troll ive never met before! :B
[CG]: WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT?
[EB]: hehe sorry.
[CG]: NOW TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOUR DEAL IS. MAYBE I'LL CONSIDER IT.
[EB]: really wanna know huh? ok well i played a game called sburb and it turned out to be a deathtrap where we had to fight through a fuck ton of monsters and find the genesis frog and eventually make your universe with it. i got to watch you all evolve and then i found you and decided to talk to you :D
[CG]: ...SO BASICALLY YOU'RE SAYING YOU'RE MY GOD?
[EB]: yeah pretty much.
[CG]: BYE NOW.
[EB]: wait don't go!
– carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:23 –
[EB]: aww :(
After that though, you began to pester him rather often. He eventually grew fond of you. Or, you think so. The two of you actually almost were closer than you and Dave! That was something. You think he actually started to believe you when you said you were his God. Maybe. After a few months, you told him you were going to come down onto his planet to meet him.
But that proved to be a mistake. When you reached the ground, drones immediately found you and hauled you off to this hellhole of a laboratory. They were bewildered when they found that you had wind powers, and began to dissect you, trying to understand what you were. They... they hadn't invented painkillers yet.
You ended up bleeding to death, bringing out disappointed sighs from the scientists. But when you revived, they had no idea what to make of you. One of them actually killed you again, thinking you were a demon! Of course, you revived again. They didn't have any idea what to make of you until one of them came out and said something.
"He's a God!" This earned him some questioning looks from the other trolls, so he went on. He appeared to have quite the knowledge about you. "We've all heard the stories, right? How hornless creatures created out world? And how they had specially designated powers? And most of all, immortality! What we have here, is one of the original Gods." He looked at you hungrily, a dangerous grin coming onto his face. How did he know all this about you?
"But he's just a kid! How would he be one of the original-"
"Pay attention you nookstain! I said he's immortal. He won't ever age a day." He drawled out slowly, stepping towards the table you were strapped onto. You considered using your powers, but you were worn out from the two revivals in a row. That was not going to happen right away. He traced his fingers over the windy symbol on your shirt, giving you a sickeningly sweet smile.
"And, If I'm correct," He chuckled. "I believe we have the God of Breath before us."
Your eyes widened. Who was this troll and how did he know you?
"But.. how-"
"How do I know? That much does not matter. All you need to know is that I know who you are, and that is that."
You don't even know who this guy is, and already he frightens you. You feel yourself shrink away from his touch, biting your lip at the greedy look in his eyes.
"So. I have an idea." He turns to the others, hands clasped together in a pleased manner. "We've been needing a new source of power, ever since our old Psionic burnt out, right? Well, he burnt out because he wasn't immortal."
"Sir, are you suggesting that we use him as a power source?"
"Well, why not? He won't ever die. Just modify the old machinery and bam. Wind powered generator."
"But Sir, if he's a God, isn't that disrespectful?"
The one that seemed to be in charge bolted out, clawing the other over the eye, allowing beads of brown blood to form in its trail. He yelped and shrunk away, averting his eyes.
"Now then. Any other objections?" He looked around at the others then growled. "Then get modifying!"
They all scampered off to begin working, leaving you alone with this beast. He hovered over you, that same look still twinkling in his eyes. This left you with a feeling of dread. A power source? No way!
"Why do you want to do this to me? I.. I created you.." You spoke in a sad tone. You had loved them all so much... why were they treating you this way?
"What else have you ever done for us?" The fury that suddenly appeared in his tone startled you. "You could have done anything to make this place better. Could have answered our fuckin' prayers. But no. Guess we aren't important enough, huh?"
"w-What? No, it doesn't work that way! We can't watch all of you, we can't answer everyone's prayers... the most we can do is hope that you will develop well."
"BULLSHIT."
"Please, you have to understand, I would have loved to help... I- I loved all of you." You smiled warmly, tears threatening to spill over.
"Yeah. Sure. I hope you enjoy electricity, 'God'." The last word was spat out in disgust, and he pulled you from the table and into a plexiglass containment cell. You could only sit and watch sadly as you life was taken from you slowly, by the race you had loved so much.
What made things even worse though, was the fact that Karkat would have no idea what happened to you. Maybe he would think that you skipped out on him. Oh no, he wouldn't like you anymore! You huddled into a corner and began to cry.
You must have passed out at some time, because when you woke up, you were all hooked up, in that position that you would be trapped in for probably the rest of your eternal existence.
You snap out of it, jolted back to the present as the same troll, whom you soon found out was named General Haxian, approched your cylinder.
"What is your name?" He asks you this just about every day. Your replies have almost become automated.
"I have no name."
"What is your purpose?"
"My purpose is to serve." You drone on, your voice a complete monotone. These are pretty much the only words you are ever allowed to speak. But its not like you need words anymore anyway. Everyone has probably forgotten you. No one is going to save you. You need to accept that. But in truth, you don't want to. You want to believe that there is some hope for you. That maybe you can see your friends again.
But until then, Your name was John Egbert. And this is your life now.
