Darkness.
In an infinite void, there was a speck floating inside.
It didn't know what happened to itself, or how it ended up like this.
All he knew was to struggle, struggle to find, anything.
It searched, searched the emptiness for a clue but there was no salvation.
So it sat there.
For an eternity all it could do was merely exist in the vacuum.
And so it did.
It just kept on existing, until…
A light.
There was something in here besides it!
Was it salvation?
An escape perhaps.
The light kept getting clearer and clearer.
The shroud of darkness started to dissolve in the face of this light.
This continued on for a while until they reached the middle point.
2 forces were clashing and it was just a spectator to their spectacle.
These forces were going even.
But the light, the light was endless.
The darkness was at a disadvantage from the start it seems.
For it was limited.
In the face of the infinite the finite, no matter how defiant, started crumbling.
While all of that was happening, the speck that once was had been getting bigger and bigger.
Like a leech, as these forces clashed it had been gathering the scraps and getting bigger.
Evolving, reforming, remembering.
It, the speck- NO.
He.
I.
I was being suppressed.
Suppressed by whatever had been happening in here.
But due to the opposing forces weaking eachother I had finally managed to get myself together.
It felt as if my mind had been jumbled, and I had JUST been able to clear it.
But my newfound prowess would be put to the test immediately.
If I didn't intervene it was clear that the "light" would overpower the "darkness".
While the light was indeed warm, while it gave out an aura of righteousness it was alien.
If it were to win, no doubt that I would be wiped along with the "darkness".
And while the darkness was merciless, methodical.
It felt forced, it didn't belong here.
It was the invader.
But to me, it felt closer.
As if we were cut from the same cloth, the familiarity that I could feel was proof.
However, the darkness winning this battle would also not end well for me.
Because I could remember.
It had suppressed me once, for its own needs.
It had been using me to replace the light. To it I was just a puppet, meant to help it suppress the light.
Which was why the light was winning.
I had somehow broken from its grasp and stopped assisting it.
Which caused the light to use this opportunity to break its hold.
These 2 choices would both end with me losing.
To me, they were 2 evils.
No matter who won I would lose.
Then.
There is only one option left.
I will just have to win.
So I joined the clash.
I was weak.
My sudden entrance was even unnoticed at first, but I had been growing.
For each piece that these powers lost upon this realm, I was getting stronger.
And as the stronger I got, the clearer things came to be.
The "darkness" was a command.
A machine, trying to supress the "light", a human.
A machine was somehow coded into someone's consciousness and it had been trying to control this person.
And to control this person, it was using me as a replacement.
So the battle- the battle of existence raged on.
I got stronger and stronger.
Strong enough that the 2 existences realized what was happening, how I was getting stronger, but that wouldn't mean anything.
Because the first to fall.
The first to bend the knee were the machines.
The Siren's.
They had invaded this person's mind by using me but their scheme had just been foiled due to my disobedience.
But I could never shake it off, that sense of familiarity.
And a sense of dependence.
As if I were to boot them out I would fall with them.
None of it made sense.
Weren't they the ones who had ruined my world?
Weren't they the ones who had kidnapped me that day from my balcony?
They did something, something to me.
I needed to know.
So we made an agreement.
"You machines. Bend the knee and transfer control to me."
"This is not a battle you can win anymore, I will compromise if you give me control of this body."
And so they valued the offer.
Calculated no doubt.
Their conclusion?
Surrender.
They surrendered the strings to me to keep themselves alive.
The tables had been turned.
My "overlords" were the ones now subjugated.
And with their help, I pushed the other man inside this mind back.
I pushed and pushed and pushed.
I pushed until the man was almost wiped out.
That was when I had realized everything.
Where I was, what had been happening.
I understood what this battle was all about.
So with renewed drive knowing what was at stake, with my new found ruthlessness due to knowing what was on the line I crushed the light.
But he kept fighting on.
No matter how much I pushed him, how much I tried to wipe his existence from this body he kept fighting on.
But it was all for naught.
By the end, I had won.
The battle for ownership of this body, the fight for existence.
I had won it.
The Siren's were now being held down by their own shackles, and the man-
The commander had been reduced to a mess.
He kept throwing the metaphorical "punches" even though he was about to lose it all.
He was a sobbing mess, a whirlpool of emotions.
But what I couldn't feel, was any sense of surrender, defeat-
There was no despair in his heart.
He never once thought about giving up.
Due to me possessing most of this body I could hear his thoughts as well.
I was incorporating myself into him, or his mind into my own.
"I have the fight!"
"I will never let you Sirens win!"
"I will protect those girls and humanity from you!"
They say that if you never give up, you will always come out on top.
That if you just believe with a good heart you will win.
There could never be a bigger lie than that.
And so, it was over.
Finally I had complete control of this "space".
His mind and body, I had taken it all.
All that was left were his emotions, regrets and his final wish.
So as I was about to complete the wipe, I listened to them.
His genuine love and worry for his girls, his hope for a united humanity unbothered by the Siren's.
With those read, I wiped them from his- my mind.
Now all that was left was his "final wish":
"Please, please I beg you. You seem different from the rest of those Sirens. You are like them, but also different."
Through sadness, grief and hope, I learned what he wanted from me.
"Please, promise me that you won't hurt those girls."
What?
…
" I am sorry, "Commander", but I won't promise something to a man that is about to meet his end by my will who once tried to end me."
And with that, I felt it.
A smidge.
A piece of sweet sweet despair.
With it, I wiped the final remnants of the Commander.
He was no more.
I now had complete control over this vessel.
The remnant Siren's were now forced into the back of my deep consciousness.
Now they were the speck in that endless abyss, and I-
I was now the King.
So I tried something that I shouldn't have been able to do.
I tried to control this new body of mine.
I did not know what happened to mine, I did not know how I got here.
I did not know how I got involved with this Siren bullshit.
But the mind boggling reality of the situation wouldn't change no matter how much I hoped for it to be fake.
I was here, in the body of a game character and I had killed him.
It took a while to get used to, but I finally managed to open my eyes.
It burnt.
The lights burned my retinas.
But I endured, and eventually I could see.
White walls, a bed, monitors and hospital equipment and an open door leading out of the room to a similar hallway.
I was in a hospital bed.
I wanted to get up, but I couldn't.
I wanted to talk, but couldn't move my lips.
It was as if even in death he was trying to fight back, his body refusing to accept me.
But that would be a concern for later.
A shatter.
Pieces of glass dropping to the ground.
A woman, wearing peculiar clothing.
She saw me open my eyes and had dropped the glass of water and food she was carrying while walking into my room.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, but she eventually got over the shock.
Looked to her left, looked to her right.
With a shriek of joy, she screamed.