There he was, wandering the Rift again. A single entity amongst the grand, twisted spires of rock that were scattered over all of the thousands of miles where a beautiful ocean once may have been. There was nothing that separated itself from the dull browns and grays of the Rift. There was no sunrise, nor a sunset, but a constant twilight. Draped in the orange colors of the sky, the landscape truly appeared hellish.

He tried to remember the events that lead to the collision of worlds, and lamented the fact that all he could remember was the sudden loss of all sense. He was the only entity that existed in this plane. He considered himself a final testament to a certain tenacity, but of where those thoughts originated, he had no clue. All he knew was that he was a mere insect who managed to carve himself an existence in the dust and desolation that surrounded him in the path of gods.

When he decided to continue his expedition to parts yet unknown, the insect had no way of keeping track of time. He would just continue to walk until he felt tired once more. Some time had passed, or perhaps it hadn't, when his legs gave out. A sigh had escaped from his lungs, as he knew not of any alternate experiences other than walking until giving up. It was at that point in which, in a surprise burst of irrationality, the insect decided to scale one of the infinitely massive spires that had surrounded him for an indefinite amount of passing time.

As much as he was tenacious in surviving, perhaps it was only in spite of his predicament. "E… nou… gh," said the insect, coughing out the word. Thus the insect had enough. Enough surviving on a single feeling, he looked down upon the world. The ground had long since disappeared from view. There was a dust storm upon the horizon. Nothing would be left of him to find even if there were any other existing entities in this hellscape.

And then his body gave into a feeling of weightlessness. While falling, he finally noticed two new details about the world he found himself in. A castle so terrible yet majestic, with walls of the purest black that sucked the colors even from the sky, causing an eternal night around it. Yet, the other was a city of pure light. The sky a pleasant blue, with clouds. As the insect lost sight of the city and castle, he remembered. He…

was gone…


The insect beheld two beings beyond majesty. A quadruped the purest shade of white, with a disc of gold surrounding its most beautiful body. The other, a twisted creature with wings of pure black. It had no legs, nor a mouth, but two piercing red eyes, and a crown of gold fused with its head. Suddenly, they spoke in voices so vast that he could scarcely understand what they were saying. He felt cowed in the presence of these godly beings. He, a mere roach below the feet of gods, noticed the gods were arguing over something, but of what he could only guess.

"Kill… before… power!" the insect heard the pure one proclaim.

"No… told… accept… child!" the abyssal god cried.

"Very… on… head… destruction."

"Thank… for… chance."

As quickly as it had begun, the argument between the gods had ended. Then, as both gods looked down upon him, the insect had a sudden urge to let sleep claim him for the first time in an indeterminate amount of time. The insect was surprised by the feeling, and just as before, the uncontrollable urge to do anything burned strongly in him. Quickly losing consciousness, the insect remembered everything. He was eternal. He…

Was gone.


Author Note

Dear sweet baby Jesus, it took a lot longer to write 620 some odd words to write down than I thought it originally would. Mad respect for those who upload 1k word chapters daily. Okay, on to something that pertains to the story. My intention for this story is for it to be a trippy dive into my psyche. I have something wrong with me, so I'm literally just kinda typing from the heart with a very basic outline of what I want in the story. So far, what I've written down is kinda confusing me, but it is what it is, yeah?

Oh, and as a warning, the insect is a legendary pokemon. The main aspect of this story is going to be growing from nothing to a god, very slowly, and I don't intend for the insect to be a Mary Sue character. Please, I know you might not like eventually OP characters, but I'll need you to trust me on this.

Oh yeah, and don't forget to tell me what I can improve upon in the comments.

Thanks,

Bombard.