AN. how do you people even write?... (super short but to fill in some blanks)
for spacedragon who wants abit more, i hope this give you abit of the pieces without outright telling you but enough for you to go "the fuck?" and entertain some ideas of your own.
also to those who knew whats going on KRUDOS TO YOU!
yes this was one of the most difficult chapter ever simply because i was playing with infinities... literally ANYTHING that i could think is or WAS real...
the only reason why this version survive is because i wrote it on the pc and not in my note book... you have no idea how many times i freaking tried this!
i had to ask a friend for help and he just sorta smile and nod at everything like i'm a unicorn version of cthullhu left nut... i was tempted to find someone who i lost contact just to get her to help but i already have multiples BEGINNINGS and ideas it was... confusing... outright dizzying enough to make me want to throw up.
writing solutions and ideas consumed most of conscious hours and to any waking moments i still don't like any of my creations.
it was like you were dared by your friends to kiss a girl you like to find out she has a thing for you too... and still don't know what the fuck your doing. still the arts won't ever cheat nor any other negativity stigma involve in dating so... err one point to arts?... i guess?
you can create WORLDS, IDEAS, PEOPLE! dude... just... wow...
gonna be busy... so... busy...
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"... debatable…"
The arceus… Arcueses seems to shift and split like clouds of gas or a hollogram that was glitching out within each other, a mass of amalgamation in action. its outline shone in all combination of white light as each heads, limbs and… the billions of seemingly star filled globes of glowing plates encircles arcues moving in concert to arceus will.
Strangely enough I notice that I too am glowing the same refractory shades of the building block of white light, unlike my matching duets however it grew more and more translucent. Its echoing voice becoming nothing more than a whisper.
\/\/\/
Huh… my first job isn't going too bad…
I am a weird spherical thing with an edges like a dodecahedron just… floating there… in space… I think, honestly I'm not sure. What I am sure is that I need to stay near this warm wind. Its delicious…
\/\/\/
"who are you!?" I ask, knowing as all hell that I nut that hard!
On a comfy leathery armchair there sat a green short hair that covers one of his eye, pale yogurt face with spiky elf like ears and shifting glowing eyes. It wore a green coat with a dark green trouser but what striking is his 3 main feature.
One the blue half halo sitting on top of his hair.
Two the giant red guitar pick that seemed to be stuck in its chest.
Three the spike elbows that can be retracted or extended like the pick.
This of course causes the whirl wind on my already tumbleweed mind, my constant sweat and gaping mouth could not articulate my thoughts quite as clear as the crystal that inhabit the realm but I gave it the best interpretation I could…
'WHO DID I FUCK!?'
It just smirk, message received.
The hybrid gallade held up its hand, its green elbow spike shrunk further, idly sitting near the books of his arm chair.
"-Now where was I?" he open his tome.
"Ah you seem to be the right one, hhmm…" he said tracing something.
"once upon a time there was a man-child who stumble on a magical lamp" he read the smile never left his face.
"he excitedly rub that lamp and out came a genie" he pause to make sure I'm coherent enough to follow.
"the genie in its good cheer for a distraction said in a booming thundery voice, bellowed out!
""''O master of thine! three wishes from thee will set me free, 3 wishes 'O mine will let ye be:
King of golds
Champions of valour
The lust of fem!
Any or ALL you so desire!"" it would twist and twirl its magic, dazzling fireworks worthy of royalty themselves.
""Now, now NOW! Let me hear what song your soul sing?! What, be it my king, my champion or my affection?!"" the genie sang song its wayward song, noting that the man child too enraptured by the illusions and lies for him to properly consider being deceived, almost magical don't you think?" he pause to take a small glance then continue.
"So the man child sang song over and over again but kept on back tracking, noting the value of each of his attempts of his wishes and examining them in all, like a drunk, value until finally he shouted on the top of his lungs.
""GENIE! Oh great friend 'O mine! I wish, I WISH!
That I have the gamer ability with the instance dungeons that can either slow or stop time itself!" the boy frolics in his jigs .
My second wish!
. I wish OH I wish!
To have my own personal space/dimension that I control and understand in anyway I so desire, be that time, space, materials ANYTHING I want!
For my third!
. I wish oh so WISH!
To be reborn into another world with great opportunities and adventure that even I, a mortal can reach TRUE godhood with work of course! It won't be fun otherwise right?!"" in a boisterous sass.
The man-child beamed brightly at the genie, its ever incredibly amuse the more the mortal spoke.
Never once did he wished for WHO it was for nor did he implied to WHEN, the genie so charm that it granted the three wishes… to one of the mortal OTHER self, of OTHER time in other separate dimension… the one of the universe that did not desire but regardless grateful.
Although of course it would not be as fun of an exchange as simply just handing the gifts oh no! He was forced to experience each and every kill that his other did, each and every treasures and loot was undone from the bloody exchange of flesh to heart breaking tears of the prayer.
Until of course the genie once again, bored of the new toy and finally let the wisher be.
It would be no good, of course. It would be no fun, naturally. It would be a disappoint, absolutely.
If the others gifted known of the offers, so a game had been made familiar enough to be believable like a cloud of soft warm blanket, strange but comfy enough to not question why was conjure out for the player… until that too became dull." he shook his head a flown worn as he stare at his book.
"True godhood was always locked due to it fear of the gifted blessing being stolen or used against it in a way he cannot control. It genius tricks might then fail the powerful god and so through its wisdom limited the system and killed if at all breach…" this time he smile directly at me
"But alive you are!" he applauded.
"The very few that manage to escape the clutches of the genie and better yet it doesn't even KNOW!-no- a lie as you can see he will notice that some of his powers is missing… and isn't" he said nodding to the multiform glitch god of arcues, though some seems to disappear or about to while other plant themself firmly on the fur like carpet sinking deeper and deeper into the stone ground.
"Oh also congratulation of becoming immortal soul!"
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This is the 10th "life" I lived, my job like any shards now is to go to the edge of the reaches that the shattered dimension can reach. Shovelling myself in that universe (be there) and then let the shattered dimension do its own thing and root itself into that universe, providing us with the ability to study, collect and insert our self into the universe without the haphazard leap of faith the first shards and myself have to do.
Unlike my other lives however this time, this time, im something in the freaking ocean! I have 6 fleshy limbs and feel like a freaking MAJESTIC cucumber! with my long cylinder like body I will wiggle and wobble my way through every hole! Haha!
You guessed it-
I am the BIG PEEN! MY might have no boundaries! my peen will pierce your heavens!
PENILE STRIKKKKEEEEE!
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… …
… oh god I'm so bored… please…
… please…
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I swallowed trying to come to term with that information but there something else… something of much pressing matter…
"that all… good? but who are you?" I ask.
"me obviously" dumbly replied.
"or am I the product of someone who followed advice…? hm? Or maybe I'm the product of a person who notice how other people feel? Or maybe-"
Nailing the lid in the coffin shut.
"your a shard. Definitely a shard. Theres no other explanation." adamant at my conclusion, I like fucking with people and if thats the case it wouldn't be a stretch to say that my double wouldn't do the same… this is nothing new…
…
The fucker just smirk harder- fuck you too! Who did I fuck then?!
He snickers and place his index finger on his lips, a long gentle shush vetoing my dig, a slight razor gleam dancing in his eyes, the one im quite familiar with, the "I know something that you don't" wizarding look.
"GAH-!"
He claps and I felt the collide of 50 plus speeding train hit me from all sides. Conversations I hav-HAD with it, with the arcues, with the shard and incredibly surreal floating eye balls came flowing to me at once.
Right now… gutting difficulty complying with the 6 limited but otherwise comprehensible conversation of the above 50 pool of chitter.
My screams were silent, my eyes rolled back into its sockets and I feels bits of my body numbs.
…. the "chat" continues on as my brain felt like its gnawing itself into compliance to the overflowing flood of knowledge.
"...-said work as…" arcues spoke
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In the ashy ambience of the room.
Assembly of chairs stack in rows far enough for each to not hug, unconnected but reachable if attempted. The dull quiet atmosphere filled the numb room, the space viewed by its animated citizens gaze held ground level. The grey like chequered board tiles held attention of the broken, brittle and like shards of the fractured mirrors they wait to be cured of the wrinkles rive of stresses or retention of its chipped being.
There sat a man with natural black hair, night sky like eyes and pale snow skin. His age marbles flips over his books, page by page.
The first book, a tome of centuries old cracked dark leathery brown, black and slight green indent. The first page, marked over by snow flakes crystal to the refracting sun, the rivers that touches flowers and rocks surrounded by forest greens. The edge of the pages show the life cycle of a caterpillar and how like reason, change in tune with nature, with their fate.
The second however is new,hand crafted, with only one page written on its fated being. The book cover are more modern in their infancy, picture of a broken crown with a ragged and ripped pieces of a wizard hat splashed on the cover.
The man dull gaze eventually moved away from his book towards another long thin hybrids of fleshy mantis limbs with protruding scales on neck, fist and goggles like eyes. Their lightless pupils, unblinking in its quest to survey the ground in languidity until it collapses out of pity.
The mantis seems to sense the male gaze as it moved its head toward him, still staring intently on the ground, giving a slight nod holding his tome high enough to see. Its pages ruffled, tears and cuts sewed throughout its being. They exchanges no words but understood and respected the other completely.
There was no need for words after all, everything is and was.
One.
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"are you sure about this?" one of the shard spoke.
The new lord of the shattered dimension stood next to an arch golden bars, on the top you could see a small white hooded humanoid, arcues, who is staring directly into the air. Noting nothing, sitting idly on top of its shedded arch gate, its tail would swish back and forth slowly, a metronome of measurable time. Its consistency is awe inspiring in this whole dimension even if it was change so drastically itself, it held its identity strong enough to sustain itself of divinity and other collected ones to feed it to either itself, or the buildings, powers, doors etc.
Identity is a commodity, if reached enough fame and cemented their own understanding of themselves they can, in the right island, gain godhood…
For a time of course…
"of course not, but I promised myself… and i no longer care…" bored I looked at the new godling of this realm, it was lucky enough apparently to achieve kinghood in his 3rd life thus using the knowledge of the shattered dimension library help the age to pass great prosperity, hailing the king religiously. Others… may not have such luck nor connection to the shattered realm due to it being a tit.
He sighed
"i knew this was coming but why did you have to ǝnuıʇuoɔ/ʇɹɐʇs this fuck up tradition?" the godling asked no one in particular.
"because it was ЩЯIƬƬΣП" I spat.
The godling rubs its eyes. "acceptable parameter… but are you SURE you w-… fine fine, Fine… ok for the last question. When we extract your old identity and craft the new one that you wanted. Can we your children use your identity to maintaining the doors? It is one of the most powerful simply because in most context of each and every sense of the word… you were the original… that has power in its context… on this island anyway" the godling ask
I nodded.
They can do whatever they pleased. This is the only way we as trapped wandering souls to "die" and rest… the realm claimed us... this is the only way we had found to satisfy our mortal shackles that marled our arms, feet and neck so deeply its addictive to go without… the touch of death and her sweet fragrant kisses…
As my younger self would put it.
"should tots simp for death, she's been main streaming since the creation of life! Tots hot milf energy queen!"
Chuckling to myself
I notice too late at the glow of the inner portion of the arch… then it opened to the swirling mass of eye balls and black liquid appendages. They spilled out in the dozens and I was taken into its possessive embrace of midnight black inky sea and eyes, drowning once more at the familiar tight lung choking squeeze of helplessness but this time…
"...ecareful...when…o...believe…enough…real…" I heard someone with a feminine melody say but I paid no attention to it.
I accept my fate in its total… its fatality….
Its time for my nap... my dreams… to end.
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'the fuck?!
Where am I!?
What am I?!
And why am I not naked?!'
"Ahh welcome our young wizard king!" the bright red outline of a humanoid said-gah eyes burning fuck man turn down the lights show will ya! I'm crying my eyes out here from just trying to see your tit!
…
Where are my everything?!
"as you have noticed you are nothing but wisp of your former glory oh great king of magic!" it yelled
'ok-yeah-no-okay-noyeahfuckthis!'
"you have experimented into the realm of the unknown and failed terribly but fear not we have took pity and thus will send you to your next life completely with the knowledge that you have!" it weave oh so magnificently!
'you mad lad! I don't remember shit about magic and its king but ARIGATO GOZAIMUSSU!'
"and thus we will only send you to an appropriate world with magic to continue your endless research! Aren't you lucky my king?!"
'…' I am the sea, its calming waves caress my gentle shores…
"... yes of course, my god. I am forever in dept to your generosity!" I humbly said, such magnanimousness must not be wasted by simple courtesy.
'WOOOHOOO! I'M ISEKAING! I'MMA BE A WIZARD HARGRID! I'M A FOOKING WIZARD HAHAHAHAA!'
I notice another person who is doing something with a book... m'kay? eyes adjusting nicely now... a woman with a slightly slanted hood that covers her face in a silky white and royal gold robe which flutter against her as she threw the book careening into me to which I expertly caught it with my face… but alas my skill was too overwhelming rad and the book sank into my essence… ok?… what do?
MAGIC MAN!
DAT DO!
"now i know what you would like to ask, yes Elizabeth will be in this world and yes you will find her. We do believe she deserve something from you being the diligent pure heart girl asking nothing in return only to die from the "mad wizard king" and his yet increasingly stranger and stranger experiments" it added
"... of course not, I never would even think otherwise! My dear Elizabeth how have I missed such a dedicated lover as you?! My golly i would stop at nothing to find you!" I sweat.
'alright new life who dis… wizard… king? Elizabeth? who she? I was jacking off a few minutes ago, rubbing one out so hard it hit my eyes… did… did I die from jacking off too much?! DEAR GOD IS THAT POSSIBLE!?'
"yes, now off you go! Adventure awaits!" it exclaim with a smirk.
"wait did y-" the thousand blinking eyes moved from out of nowhere and…
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The End IS the Beginning...
also the genie thing? go wild try to cuckhold it, the shit will give you 3 wishes but if you don't escape its clutches you lose/die sorta deal.
this was my only solution to that equation i'm sure you can think of more.
AN. and the cycle continues, i have a huge craving to try my own fiction but i refuse to touch it right now because i promise myself that once i have monetary security i will jump into the arts... i actually vaguely remember thinking about this in my highschool... i love drawing it was something to express, something to explore something to FEEL and well...
school... somehow made me dislike it, i was always rushing to try and complete it, there was little experiment, little understanding, little teasing, little love... always hated the teachers who judges you... let me explore goddamn it!
Also mad energy for something romantic... and i know exactly why so if we manage to keep civilisation going for the next 5 year (it doesn't look like it) then you can hella expect something!... in like 2 years hahahaha XD
bye guys, but no seriously things are speeding up to the point where the earth looks like it might become the next venus... please for the love that is life, spend it doing the things you find meaningful and spend time with those you love.
k i'm out and sorry for it being so smol but i need a nap work tomorrow!
bye y'all!