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Question: HEY, HEY, HEY EVERYBODY. I HAVE A NEW STORY OUT- VIOLET HILL: A PMD3 STORY. IT IS A DARKER RETELLING OF THE PMD3 STORYLINE. I THINK YOU SHOULD ALL CHECK IT OUT.
My Answer: Please?
Characters: Missingno and Arceus fic, as (sort of) requested.
Summary: You guys know how I love writing depressing/ creepy stuff, so this was an absolute pleasure to do.
Gods
"Lucifer loved God. So says Milton, anyway."
-Jace, The Mortal Instruments.
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"Why should I believe in God when He doesn't believe in me?"
And as He killsanother day, the non-prayer falls on ears eternal in their deafness. It's just another spoken thought, and He knows that if He starts to reflect on it He'll lose himself in thought and won't re-emerge until yet another forever comes to pass.
(So why bother, really?
(Reflection is for those who don't already have
(Everything to debate:
(Future cities and long-fallen
(Lands of mortals that destroy everything and
(Everyone they touch. Petty, in-
(Complete mortals that
(Treasure trivial things and
(Inject themselves with the sin of hurtful emotions and grieve
(Once their brief, sweet, pitiable lives are snuffed out by the one who wants and
(Needs their type of release in a desperation so severe that-)
He doesn't even feel desperation anymore. He gave His emotion (love, understanding, willpower) to the lake trio, so that they could preserve it in the strife-ridden world of the mortals. He gave His grievances to the living nightmare (because the guilt of watching His world die was too much, the hate for Himself too deep, the suffering unable to bear). He gave His hopes and dreams (all those simple, painful pleasures) to the embodiment of moonlight. He gave time to the forest guardian (since to rule forever, one must last forever). He gave His fertility (and most of Himself) to the mother of all. He gave the elements to the elemental eight (the winged trio of fire, ice and lightning; the two protectors of oceans and skies, respectively; and the beasts of thunder, water, and volcanoes.) He gave. He gave and gave and gave, but receives nothing in return.
"After all, isn't God supposed to listen to our prayers? Isn't he supposed to protect us and watch over us? Where is he now, huh? If he exists, then where the fuck is he?"
He
Falls
Forever
Because when you're immortal there's no one there to break your
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"Have you ever wondered if this is all real, or if our life is just our mind creating sound and smells and sensations? What if we're sitting in a padded cell right now, staring at nothing? What if I'm just imagining you? What if I'm just imagining myself?"
he can make you Fly, make you float, make you wish that you could perform an automatic shutdown. he forgets reality, and instead crafts his own from your desires: life is nothing but a game, but wasn't it already? Only now you're cheating your way through the game, having fun as you drift across still waters into a city that you used to know well. Only now it's a twisted forest of branches and pillars and different places all meshed into a ragdoll-place that's not quite itself.
(Does it matter, though?
(Playing is nothing without hacks; now instead of moving
(Left or right, you go up and down and
(Anywhere and everywhere you wish.
(You enjoy it, don't you? The freedom, the
(Indescribable feeling of your dreams taking shape and
(Not vanishing once morning comes. Because
(God can't rule the Godless, can't you see that's why-)
he needs to prove his worth here, since he's a missing number that God forgot to find room for among the others. he grants you any wish you dial into him (no, don't save) since he's been summoned out from between the gaps in anti-matter and lives to serve. he doesn't truly exist- so just try to (erase him, erase him, erase-erase-erase-) capture him. he has no definition, no role, no purpose (error, error, error) except to be the leftover pieces that He didn't put together. (It's too late to shutdown, too latelatelate.)
"After all, reality is just as real as unreality. They're two sides of the same coin; and, really, even though you don't have to have either, they stand out most when placed side-by-side. It makes you wonder what one would be without the other, or if they even know that each other exists."
He
Forgets
Life
Because when you don't exist there's nowhere to
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