Madness Begins, as another idealistic fool seeks godhood in writing.

Prologue: O The Country Life

It all began on a beautiful Summer's afternoon in the countryside of England. He was enjoying his thoughts, while standing in the open breeze. The White and Red Cockerels fought an epic battle; The crows squawked occasionally, one pecking a bug off a flower; And a "lucky" pigeon just shat in his tea.

He cannot properly express how he should feel: He gets he should be angry by any "normal" man's standards: "boohooing" and "waawaaing". But ain't every man different? There is some hint of anger, yet not to be of note. It was more like a mix of disappointment and amazement than anything else.

All he could say at that very moment was, "Well… Wow. That just happened. Hm." Proceeding to chuck the contents of the cup upon the grass, and then placing said cup upon the nearest outdoor table.

Going back to his own thoughts of: 'Should I, or should I not go for a wank?... That is the question…' Ah, to be or not to be? That is the question.

But, as he decided on his next "important" task. He took notice of a slowly expanding "hole" that space seemed to be warping around.

A sense of fear of the unknown settled in him. What man can't predict, is the most frightening thing. It takes one's sense of control away, sending the mind to panicking chaos.

"Is that a black-hole?" It was honestly ridiculous. There's no escaping a black-hole — too much sucking force.

Under normal circumstances, knowing of one's impending death would likely cause a person to break-down crying. However, this spontaneous event was just too ridiculous. He likes to have freedom to pick, and to have control over some things in his life! To the degree that-

"FUCK IT!!!"

-He shoved his fist in it, middle-finger raised proud!

"SOCRATES FIST!!!"

What man could say they died fisting a black-hole?

"'I' THAT'S WHO!!!"

10 Minutes passed in the endless void.…….

'Is this really a "black-hole"?' Perhaps, he had misjudged the previous "death-flag" that he just threw himself into. It was a thing of the moment; if anything, a last defiant act of what little freedom he thought he had left in the moment. It may have been his autistic wayward-self acting up again…

"Nahhhh! I ain't that dumb!"

1 Hour passed.

"Fucking cuckwaffles! You piece of shit! Fu-! Calm Down. Not the moment to have a panic-attack. Kill the panic. Thinking straight is a need."

Now if this isn't a black-hole then it must be something of a wormhole, maybe. The whole concept of "black-holes" and "wormholes" is only "theory". So, like all things, the idea is to be taken with a grain of salt.

'Hopefully, this is something akin to a wormhole.'

'It's honestly not "that" ba—!?!?!'

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And so, after whatever that was, he found himself being thrown out of the Void and into a world of mystery.

First fanfiction, so I'm a little unsure, but I feel I need to write this regardless if I am. It is a start if anything.

Please, tell me any faults or issues, I would appreciate it.