Anyway, this is a Drawn to Life idea - where the Creator never answers Mari's call. Wilfre covers the world in darkness, and ends up slowly going insane as he wanders the empty expanse. I know, it's not Okami - but the majority of my snippet that will appear in this collection are. For now, I present you with Wilfre conversing with himself. This document is likely to mysteriously grow until I either get my moxie level to 9000+ (the required amount to start a story and stay with it) or drop it as is in disgust. Kekekekekeke.
Well, you've done it now. You've succeeded. Look around, Wilfre – this is your world.
Satisfied with it? Pleased? Fulfilled, perhaps?
"Shut up."
Wilfre knew, of course, that arguing with himself (let alone ordering himself to stop being right) was a telling sign of the state of his sanity. But still.
You certainly did change the world into something the Creator could never have envisioned.
Good job on that, by the way. Beautiful work you've done here.
"Can't you leave me be for one moment?"
You want your self to leave yourself alone? Fine piece of logic there.
Maybe even as fine as the one that let you turn the world into this.
A long drawn-out sigh pierced what was normally staunch silence.
His mind hadn't always been in this… state. In fact, he'd felt perfectly fine and fulfilled after the shadow fully covered the world. Some immeasurable amount of time wandering the featureless black later, he'd ended up like this.
Yup, this sure is a vast improvement. Congratulations again on your fabulous achievement.
Well, he couldn't be all insane yet, if he could still comprehend sarcasm.
"Shut up…"
As his own voice echoed back to him, Wilfre realized it was influenced by a slight choke.
He was cracking.
Don't be so sure you weren't already cracked.
The thought suddenly seized him that gee, wasn't it odd that his footfalls made no noise? Or his breathing? Wait, was he breathing?
Monster Raposa don't follow the same rules as real Raposa, remember?
He knew that. How had he forgotten that? His body hadn't acted like a normal living Raposa's body for years. A lot of years. How many years?
..How many years had it been like this? All dark?
Don't flatter yourself. It's been less than a year.
Oh. How did he..you…that voice…know that?
So, how's that endless wandering working out for you? Find anything else to taint?
A spike of anger laced up through Wilfre's near endless fatigue.
"Why don't you ever shut up?!"
It was a bit deterring that he couldn't think up something better to snap, and not for the first time Wilfre wondered how much his mind had deteriorated.
What mind was there to deteriorate? This is the same mind responsible for the current state of things.
"You're redundant. Broken record. Parrot with just one phrase."
Pot and kettle, Wilfre.
There was something nagging Wilfre. It was hard to tell what – he'd lost a lot of his focus by now, and it took an effort to call it back into order.
He'd stopped walking, and bent down to the ground, curious to find out if it was the cause of the odd feeling.
It was like all his senses woke up at once – the ground was cold and oddly soft (snow?) and that cold seemed to drive into him.
And there was the wind, as well.
It had been snowing in Raposa Village when the clouds covered the world.
Of course, this is discounting the huge portion of the world also covered in snow.
But he'd turned that into an empty expanse – which he hadn't done to Raposa Village.
How cute. You're experiencing the emotions of "remorse" and "hope." Guess which is warranted and which isn't, Wilfre.