Lost in my thoughts not alone
Such an odd coincidence isn't it?
I only accepted that I was crazy once I accepted what this all was.
Fiction.
It's just so… funny isn't it?
I return the color blue to the world, there's no point in me keeping it erased at this point after all. There were reasons as to why I do these things, good reasons too, and this one was no longer needed. I wasn't going to let myself suddenly wallow in some self-loathing despair because of what was to come very soon. It wasn't really my style.
I plucked a long white feather out of the sky as I walked around.
I had left this as a sort of souvenir, as a way to cement the fact that this was my doing, that I had did some real good instead of the bullshit that some of those self-righteous heroes have to settle for. I was better than that, yet still worse in my own way. I didn't need any pity though, with acceptance of my own problems came acceptance of that.
Kind of.
I still was the same ol' guy that believed in the sum total of all good and evil after all, so if I had to kick an animal or do something else equally horrible to equal things up, I would. I did have a reputation to upkeep after all, I wasn't simply going to start randomly being some sort of goody two-shoes just because of this.
"Is this what you meant when you said that the end is coming soon?"
My lips curl as I look towards the woman before me.
Fortuna.
"Well, I suppose so. I mean, if you're a walking plot-device that would make me something akin to a walking plot-disaster, but worse. Though don't worry, what the end entails is much different than what I originally thought. It's much more in-line with a conclusive ending instead of mass death for everything, while I'll still lose none of you will. Fitting." I looked around a bit as I said this.
She stares at me, her fedora tipping over her eyes a little bit covering her eyes. After a brief moment she shakes her head and looks at me with a sad look in her eyes. I tried to look away, but the attack had already been launched, and it was super-effective. Say what you will about me, but I'm not utterly reprehensible.
"Hey, stop with the sad look. The alternative is the universe ending, possibly worse." I said reassuringly. "Let's go do something more active than moping about a pre-written conclusion, like dancing. I've always wanted to dance with a beautiful woman and I'm sure you'd have some fun too." I offered a hand to her as I finished.
She looked at me and laughed, taking my hand all the same.
And then we waltzed in the pale light of the sun.
For despite the sun being out, it was night.
The dance ended shortly once the heroes realized that the person that had gotten rid of an Endbringer was dancing by himself in the street. They only realized as somehow they managed to catch on recording me pointing at it and skewering the thing with nails before I made it stop existing, it was a bit annoying really. I wasn't a hero, nor was I some sort of villain.
I was just me.
I erased the distance between the exit of the crowd and myself and escaped easily.
I didn't have much time left, not nearly enough to waste it on a bunch of idiots who didn't really know enough about the world to be of any interest or use. They were simply minor characters meant to pad out the time here for just a bit longer, sure you could argue that some of them had some importance, but I could care less. I was going to lose regardless, so I had some things to do before that moment.
I decided to sleep for the day, I had only one real goal for tomorrow.
I went and home and slept.
When I woke up, it felt like I hadn't slept at all.
I grab a Granny Smith apple on my way out, I was going to need a snack after my next task.
I pinpointed where the man with all the powers was.
Not a hard task once I put my mind to it really, Fortuna probably could've used that weird door thing to get here easier than my way though. I had to get rid of the distance between the two of us entirely, and then get rid of the damage that was done to my body from what was essentially crossing dimensions in a single step. Anyways, I walk to him.
He's a bit on guard, I can tell that he fears me.
Well, more like he fears what I can do.
He should.
Now that I've remembered certain more important things, I tell him where the Endbringers came from.
He doesn't take it well.
He promptly stops existing along with the rest of the Endbringers.
It was about as easy I had expected.
I was however not expecting what happened next.
My head was then pasted as a woman's fist slammed into my skull with such force that I was thrown through the air by the force, she must've used one of those portal things to make sure that their little secret base didn't end up getting destroyed in her little rage. She knows that won't kill me though, nothing she could possibly do can actually kill me.
It's laughable really.
My lips curl as I remorseless grin stretches across my face.
She's hitting me harder and harder, the sound of my laughter only spurring her on more and more as she tries to vent out her anger for me killing her friend. My organs liquefy, my bones shatter, my body breaks… but it's all just useless in the end. None of it will ever be permanent unless I decided I wanted to be some sort of masochist.
I contemplate telling her that this was the quickest way, that she was no better for all the injustice that she committed in the name of saving all the worlds; I decide against it. It'd be better for her to think that she was the hero, and that I was the incorrigible thing that had all this power and chose to use it for selfish reasons. It wasn't a wrong thing to think, if you didn't have all the answers anyways.
I eventually tire of her wailing on me.
I stand my ground as she flies at me at what was probably something close to hyper-sonic speeds.
The difference between us is vast.
She's impaled in seconds.
I make sure to get her all over, her entire body becoming a pincushion and pinning her to the ground in such a way that she can't move. All her strength is made pointless as it's taken away from her by the many metals screws, right now she had a body like a normal human. That meant she could feel pain like one too.
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Despite the pain she's in, she looks at me defiantly, gritting her teeth so as to not scream.
Her hand did hit me after all.
She faints soon after.
I guess I'll call it her win in this case.
I think about killing her for good, I mean I'd only be protecting myself at this point, right? No, I'd feel a bit shitty if I killed her like this. At the very least, I wanted her to do something actually stupid to me before deciding that it'd be alright to kill her for good. I get rid of her damage and walk away.
I have some time to kill.
3 days until the end of the world.