AUTHOR'S NOTES: Whazzup? Boy, have I been busy with school, but since I'm on break, I have more time on my shoulders now! Here's a new story in five parts, in celebration too of Season 3 coming, hehe. Also, if ya'll still catching up with Stories of Final Space, I have about two stories in tow, and I'll post it shortly. Enjoy! And Yes, Final Space is owned by Adult Swim, TBS, and Olan Rogers.
One: The Entry
Why have you come here?
"What does it have to do with you?"
You do know you were never meant to be here.
"Nobody does."
But why come here?
"Because I was the only one who could do it."
Would you pick anyone?
"What kind of question is that? There's no way I could choose. I told you. Nobody is meant to be here!"
But you're here.
"Who are you?!"
The mysterious voice cackled softly. Up until now, Quinn could not find the source of that voice. She turned her head in every direction. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark red space, with some structures resembling nerve cells stretching like seaweeds all the way down the bottomless pit, and much darker figures floating about, and she feared to infer that they were floating dead bodies.
"What do you want from me?"
The voice cackled louder,
What's your name?
"Do you have to know, or maybe you know?"
Don't get upset, my dear. I am only here to keep you company. Final Space is nothing but a wasteland. Nothing desirable or anything worth is present here. You, for one, are from a world where there is still light, and hope.
"The Earth is gone because of you, or whatever that thing that took my planet. It's my only home. No other planet can replace it."
What an interesting insight, but you haven't answered my question yet. Please, may I know your name?
She concluded that it wasn't omnipotent as she thought it to be, "Quinn. Happy now?"
There was no response for a few minutes, or whatever time length there is in Final Space, until,
You are remarkable, Quinn. I know how much you value understanding the cosmos, time, and reality. It was your passion.
Quinn was confused. How did it know her interests? "How much more do you know about me?" she asked curiously, yet firmly to keep her ground
That's interesting. I know most things, but not everything. I really like to get to know you more. Now that you're here, it'll be much easier.
Quinn gave a shuddering sigh, "Tell me your story."
Very well. In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothingness. Then came Beings of Unimaginable Light who made the universe through the Arachnitects that wove every fabric of reality. The Titans were eventually born to assist them until one of them refused to keep establishing order by the time they worked on reality's final edges. His name was Bolo. He never wanted the order the Arachnitects so desired to establish: An order of perfection, with no misery to come along with. Bolo wanted a reality revolving on strife in exchange for strength. No being in this reality wants strife at all. It is undesirable.
He planned to kill them all so that he could carry on with his plan. That was how evil came into reality. It was because of Bolo, that there is misery in the universe.
That was when I came to save everything. I was never called. I never knew what I was, but what I am. What I have, I use, and what I yearn for, I strive. I knew that Bolo would destroy order, so I saved the Titans and empowered them to imprison him.
"But why are the Titans here?"
The Arachnitects betrayed us. They only wanted to remain in power. They sealed us in here out of fear they would end up like Bolo. We were discarded like worn-out and used up heaps. We never deserved to be here. Time and time again, we struggle to free ourselves from Final Space and reclaim our rightful place.
"Why are you doing this?"
Do you not believe me, Quinn? We only wanted to fix what Bolo and the Arachnitects already destroyed. In turn, you will benefit from it with a life of perfection.
"You're only gonna make it worse. We did all we could to stop every breach. It was because of that breach the whole universe would be destroyed. Lives would have been lost if it were for you!"
You did a whole lot.
The whole view suddenly began to light up, and Quinn froze to see an immense horror displayed right in front of her. Countless corpses floating almost everywhere (even to Quinn's side), some rotting and some already decayed to the bone. Every corpse wore differently, ranging from an Infinity Guard's uniform to a roguish civilian attire. They bore yellow hair, and most of them were ruffled crew cuts, the kind of hairstyle Gary Goodspeed would have.
"Gary?" Quinn breathed, her agape mouth quivering. And not to mention, countless of Garys, "How is this possible?"
Garys from every timeline had closed countless breaches. I am amazed your kind are hell-bent on keeping itself alive, even at the cost of sacrificing its members, but what about us? The Titans? We also want to live and thrive. But out of every one of your kind, why Gary?
"That's not true." Quinn affirmed, "I am from that timeline where Gary doesn't have to do it."
So you say.
And those were its last words. Nothing more came from that point. Quinn wanted to protest further, but she knew it wouldn't be coming back unless it wanted to.