Genesis

YnK: Yes, I still live... but only barely. My muse, Link, has left me for better writers, and I somehow was able to snag... *drumroll*... O.o a moogle?

Moogle: Kupo! Kupo!

YnK: Erk... oh dear... -_-()

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It was dark, and for all that I knew, there was nothing to see. As bare and blank as if my eyes were closed... but did I have eyes? I wasn't quite sure... it was as if my form was just beginning to take shape, my body materializing from nothing into something... good or bad?

Good... evil... these words had yet to take on meaning for me, as did thought itself. How was I thinking? What is thinking? All that surrounds me are zeroes and ones... wait, since when could I see? Ah, yes, there they were, swirling in indefinite and mesmerizing patterns through and around me... forming me from a sort of primordial goo, but it wasn't goo at all... it was warm, and cold at that same time, or was it? I just... simply felt... I couldn't discern one thing for another, as my mind, simple or complex as it may become, had not been completed yet.

The numbers swirled more, and I would have been dizzy if I'd known what that was... but was I moving, or were they? An image began to meld with me, moulding, twisting and churning as if I were no more than a child's toy clay... from a simple wire frame that extented and contorted by some outer and unknown design, by the hand of a creator I knew not yet... I was being born. And yet, the entire time, I was aware... I began to know myself... I began to see... but not in the sense that is commonly known, for I had yet to have my eyes.

Somehow without sight I could see myself as I became me... long, lean, not short, but quite tall... databits careened and circled me like comets attracted to the star of my power core, the center of my being... until I was complete. I had a body. But there was more to come, I sensed. A greater design was meant for me.

It seemed my maker was one of details, meticulous to the dots of his i's... and yet he let some irregularities slide... but how did I know? I was nothing still... merely a shell... but even then some substance seemed to fill me, bringing me more of that icy warmth and pulling me forward as if by a puppet's enslaving strings...

And then I knew pain, or something of the like, as I was poked and prodded by invisible demons that shrieked and shrilled monotonous chimes in my ears... I was being surrounded, whirling faster and faster around me as it continued to move closer, that maelstrom... until at last it had me, and I released a digital scream, overcome by waves of violating energy.

And my dream ended.

"... You're perfect."

Blue eyes, cold and yet in awe -- was it me? -- stared, then blinked down, a strange expression crossing a young boy's face. My mind hummed, and an answer came quickly; he was smiling. Out of some instinct form within, I bowed to this boy in respect. Yes, that was what I felt: respect. And gratitude.

"My name is Blues.EXE. How might I be of service?"

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Moogle: Great story, Kupo!

Sabin: *appears from nowhere, glares at Moogle* Hey, there you are! We've been lookin' for you, little runt.

YnK: *starry eyes* Sorry about that... I needed a new muse...

Sabin: Oh okay. Well, I think I'd better take him home now...

Ynk: *gets an idea* Why don't you stay a while? I do need a good muse... and I have plenty of food... *points to kitchen*

Sabin: *eyes widen* Food?! *heads into the kitchen; sounds of 'snarf gobble snap' can be heard*

YnK: *giggles* Well, looks like the muse position has been effectively filled ^_^V Until next fic!