Night Shade here!
Here's the Intermission, where we find out why some can never return.
And with my way, or rather, 'his' way, of explaining will either make you hate me or love me.
Now…ON WITH THE FIC!
Chaos.
That is what I live for. My sole purpose. I am a messenger of Chaos, my very mind is Chaos.
Sometimes, when the insanity takes complete control, I am Chaos.
However, that does not mean that I am denied of emotion. My Brother made sure of that. On calm nights, when I feel normal, I like to think, something that my usual self is incapable of doing. As I gaze upon the invisible moon, as always, my first musings are of my Brother. He is my opposite. He is Order. The 'creation' to my 'destruction'. If he is so perfect, then why am I here? Am I not just in his way of his precious little fights?
That's when the same explanation he tells me repeats in my warped mind: "There must be a balance between everything good and everything bad. Like two sides of a coin, I am merely another version of you, and vice versa. One cannot exist with the other".
Then tell me, Brother, what is the opposite of what I done?
I remember it well. I was out of control. I do not know why, but the insanity was particularly dominating this time. Usually, I just do some akin to an overdramatic jester, something annoying yet trivial, but this time, it was as if I need to prove that I am destructive after all.
I reached out, not knowing what I would grab, and felt whatever was in my grasp crush as if it were an eggshell.
But I did not stop there. No…it went far worse.
The insanity began to trace anything closely related to what I had just destroyed and, with a single, terrible thought, erased them from existence.
I was scared. I had no control, yet at the same time, I enjoyed it. I heard the eruptions, the fires, the screams of the numerous beings that were gone, and I found bliss in those moments.
Sometimes, I wonder which is the real me.
My Brother struck me down before I could cause more carnage. During the time I was oblivious to life, he tried to fix what I had caused, but it was in vain. When I came to, he struck me once again, this time with pure fury. It took him who knows how long to calm down, but to me, it took what seemed an eternity.
He explained what had happened. What I had crushed…was an entire dimension. He was not able to recover what I had done, but he was able to save a small fragment that escaped my wrath; with that tiny speck of life, he made it grow. He created a new timeline from where that fragment had left off, and he restored the memories of the ruined past into its history.
But that is all it will be: memories. My Brother had explained to how he was able to escort objects from one dimension to another: he would simply resonate with the realm's natural energy readings and become a part of it, like a deity. From there, he would take what he wanted and would either leave an exact replica or halt the flow of time and space in said realm until he was done, and then he would return everything back to normal. He never altered anything to fit his needs, and he left everything the way it was before.
What I had done just nullified that possibility. He can pull up the dimension at any time, but he can no longer interfere. His influence has ceased upon the realm until the new dimension's timeline occurs. He was devastated, not only by the fact that I had screwed up by such a colossal degree, but I had done it to a dimension so precious to him.
I had erased the Hylians from existence.
Link, Zelda and Shiek, and Young Link, even their people…they were gone. Everything. Forever…and it is my entire fault.
…I am not afraid of my Brother. Yes, he can end my own life with a snap of his pure fingers, but he cannot since, as he put it, one cannot exist without the other.
No, I am not afraid of my Brother…but I do fear the Huntress.
Yes, I know that the Aran lady and the Hero of Time were becoming more than friends. I even saw them kiss for the first time…I was not stalking, by the way. I cannot bear to imagine what would to her if she found that the man she fell in love with was erased from the very fabric of Reality. I do not want to even think about how she will react if she finds out that I am the culprit.
Also, I wonder how the Viewers will react.
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Yes, I know you all exist. You all have been watching everything that has been going on from afar, knowing that it will not affect you in any way because to you, we do not exist. We are fictional. Well, guess what? My insanity has served me one positive service, and that is to give me the power to speak to you all.
Tell me, Viewers, why do you watch us? What joy do you get from looking through your Viewing Portals, learning what we do throughout our daily lives? Some of you even have the audacity to try to dictate what we do, who we are…
Who we love…
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WHY? WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE THAT YOU MUST COME TO TAKE ACTION ON SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONTROL? ARE WE THAT SUBMISSIVE, ARE YOU THAT SHALLOW? WHY, YOU DAMNED VIEWERS, WHY?
ARE. YOU. NOT. ENTERTAAAAAAAAAAAAINED?
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I do not care what you believe, or what you say. I have spoken my piece on how I feel. Now I must begin to redeem my honor.
I know what you all are thinking: 'Oh, why don't you just give a new Link the Old Link's memories so he and Samus can-'
NO! I have done enough without even getting her involved. I will not tamper with Order willingly after I had caused so much Chaos…
Ha…hahaha…
AHHHHHH…HAHAHAHA! DO YOU NOT SEE THE IRONY, VIEWERS? I HAVE BEGUN TO REGRET MY VERY REASON TO EXIST! HAHAHA, HEEHEEHEE, HOHOHO, THE PINEAPPLE OF WOE-IS-ME STRIKES DOWN UPON YOU ALL!
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This is what is meant by that my Brother made sure that I had emotions: so that I am able to understand. I know what will happen if we would just dump all of the memories of the past into a new Hero. He will forget himself, and he will become a past that does no longer exist. It matters not if he already knew about the history of the past, the past does not exist, leading to a rift through time and the dimension tearing itself apart to the point where ever Brother cannot fix it.
But there is a way…through Aran.
I cannot say more, thought I bet you all are begging to know. How does it feel, Viewers? Of course, you will find out eventually, but that fact that you do not know what goes on in my head must be excruciating.
Knowing your misfortunes delights me more than a monkey in a banana bath.
However, I will say this: I believe that while what I caused was unforgivable, it must have happen for a reason, like something very good will happen. What do you Viewers call this? It was…ah! Karma, yes that was it.
…the sun is starting to rise. I will begin to become my usual self soon. I look down at the mansion, hundreds of miles below me, and I now begin to wonder what the future holds for us. The Smashers, my Brother and I. Even you, Viewers, are something I expect will have an impact on our so-called fictious world.
You know what? Who gives a flying f**k?
We are here, whether you believe we are real or not, and we all have a life of our own. Now we move onward to our future that we will carve out for ourselves. There will be laughter, tears, blood, awkward moments, epic moments, SWEET RAVE PARTIES!, and romance-slash adventure.
Oh, and Samlink. Plenty of that. That's pretty much why you all here, is it not?
So just sit back and watch as the metaphoric curtain goes up for the next part.
Lemme just say, it's gonna get-
…wait for it…
CRRRRRRAAAAAAZZZZZYYYYYYY!
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Man, I love that word.
I bet you were not expecting this, huh?
Chapter writing began: 12:30 am, Oct. 25th.
Chapter writing ended: 2:07 am, Oct. 25th.
Revising/editing/proofreading done: none
Number of drafts: 1 (counting this one)
Level of Exhaustion: moderate going critical.
Wow, I just want to say that this was not how I planned the Intermission to go, but you know what? I think it worked better this way. If you do not know who was talking, especially by the end, then you need to stop reading and get your Smash Bros. on with Intense difficulty. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for your continued support of my work.
Until next time…