(Hi, all! This is my first post to , but I've posted more on Ao3. Still figuring out how the formatting works here!)
His body drifted endlessly, and he remembered.
Danger, danger, death, safety. But a wave of calm rushed through him; nothing was wrong. This feeling was forever.
Obsidian eyes slowly opened to a sea of clouds, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"…saved for you alone!"
He smiled. He liked this place. It promised comfort. Warmth. Love.
"…stuck with this guy."
He was currently drifting onwards, towards a blanket of foam. It beckoned him closer, and he shifted. 'Come closer,' it laughed, 'come play!'
He began to move. His smile never left, and his face crinkled with a joy almost never seen before. It was almost as if he'd never smiled this much, and how could he not? He liked this place. He ran through the air, limbs moving slowly but patient evermore. A giggle bubbled forth, echoing in the empty space all around him. It was quickly lost in the expansive space, but he didn't care. His arms met a wall of fluff, the clouds parting with the barest of efforts.
"Be a leader. Be a hero."
It was dark within the wall. That wasn't good, he liked the light. He didn't know why, but the dark scared him. Everything surrounding him, was it wrong? Of course it wasn't, nothing was wrong here. His fear melted. He was safe. He'd always been safe. Nothing had ever been otherwise.
"Wipe that grin off your face!"
He pushed through the last of the clouds, spiraling into empty space. He laughed; this place was wet! Like the little puddles he and the others used to find in the damp tunnels near Home. But wasn't this home? For all he knew, he'd always been here. He belonged here. That was a fact.
"I'm the faceman! People love me!"
Suddenly, the sky flickered. That was odd. He didn't think that was supposed to happen. That wasn't normal. Everything was supposed to be normal.
"…with, y'know… this whole situation."
Echoes of something unknown flickered in his ears. Unknown. Foreign… lovely? Why was it calling to him? This place should be the only place. He knows that. Why is he reaching up?
"That's it…"
Oh. He should recognize that voice. Right? No, he shouldn't. He is here, that is all. Oh, but his heart yearns for more, more, more!
"You got it, just…"
Just, just. Just what? Just this. Silly little dances, memories of nothing. Clouds are fading, emptiness leaving. No! He needs to stay. Not like before. Stay. Here. Always.
"No…"
Awareness, leaving. He's going. Away. From home. To home. The mist turns an inviting purple, then lighthearted orange, then burning red. Then they mix. Passionate. All passion, love, for him. Why? The mist loved him. The mist was all he had. Right?
He closed his eyes, unable to think anymore. His home would do that for him. All was well. Always had been, always would be.
A singular tear floated through the clouds. Unwelcome but important. The tear held the gateway to universes unknown. Dimensions untouched.