New Home

Pain. Pain was all that the god of Oblivion, Sol Reapa felt. Granted there was a reason for that, what with the hole blown right though his chest. Coughing, Sol thought that he could feel that some of his ribs were missing. Not that that is a big problem most times, he usually just had to pick up the ribs bones that fell off and tie them back into place using his strings like his brother does after he fights ink. But he can't do that of course, not what with the whole floating weightless in an all-encompassing black void. The missing bones have in all likely hood long since floated away, if they even came though when he fell into the portal that brought him here in the first place.

"Well, this is a shit situation I got myself into now init?" the glitching grey skeleton sighs out loud to himself. A spike of pain echoed from his wounds "oow, g'dam it, that hurts. Hehe at least I took the bustard out before he could complete that ritual." He said as he slowly spins around while flying though the void. "hehehe-ow, is it fly if I'm not doing anything, with no ground below me, no air, and no gravity?" he asked himself with a thoughtful look on his face, well skull because you know, skeleton monster… god… thing? Sol quickly shook his head to get rid of those thoughts, cursing the fact that he rambles even in his own head all the time "really got to focus on other things right now" like his wounds, should fix those soon he thinks yawning.

Maybe a short nap is in order, after all he's tired and it isn't like he'll die. Sure, there is a fist sized hole through his chest. And it hurts like hell, but he's had worse. He'll live long enough to get a catnap in he thinks as his eyes close shut. Besideshe thinks to himself not like I can die or that there is anything I'll hit in the void anyway.

As said skeleton passed out from blood loss and pain, he drifted in a place most don't even have a name for. Some call it the void, others the blind eternities, the in-between, and many other names. What it really is, is a place that is nothing, nowhere, nowhen. It is the space between worlds. The 'soup broth' of the multiverse so to say that all the worlds, realities, dimensions, Aus, alternate timelines and so many more being all the other bits needed to make a good soup or stew. A place that little if anything could live in and is usually empty.

which is why a certain winged man with purple robes and a white mask with no eye holes on the upper half of his face, a purple rectangle symbol with two of the corners split from the rest, was shocked when Sol came flying out of nowhere, colliding into him and sending them into a rolling ball of flailing limbs spinning around in said empty void.

The shock of the impact waking him, Sol quickly steadied himself against the avian man who seemed have multiply sets of purple wings, some in weird and impractical places. Like the set on his head sticking out the sides of his head as if they are his ears. Not important, he scolds himself.

'Right, he hasn't seen me yet. And I really don't have the energy to deal with him' Sol thinks quickly, on the edge of panicking. 'Shit shit shit, I'm already passing out from the lack of energy again… waitwait, I could… yes I can do… that'. The 'that' Sol was thinking of was of using this man to speed up his recovery so instead of taking decades to heal, it would just take a few years. How this works Sol can't really remember, but he's sure that it would work, he's Death. He just had to act quickly. Now just how do I shove my soul inside another person again? he pounders to himself, frowning before deciding to just wing it. Ha, wing it. Even my puns are tired. He sighs to himself.

While Sol was thinking about how to go about getting his soon to be sped up recovery, the avian was trying to figure out what happened while panicking about his pursuers. What the hell did I hit?! It's the bloody void! It can't be the Watchers. They're hopefully far behind me. The man only got a brief glimpse of a grey skull with orange eyelights before it turned into a sappy black/purple goop with a orange glow that sank it to him before vanishing. w-what was that? Was that a skull?! How what why? Where'd it go? his wings fluffing up in shock and fear at what he saw. Did some poor person fall into the true void and was just dissolving right where I'm flying? What kind of stupid luck do I have to have to stumble across them in a literally empty void. That's why its called the void, you know, cause there's nothing in it! Wait… do I have bits of liquid dead man on me now?! Panicking, he starts patting himself down making sure there is no wetness on him from the body turning into liquid.

Suddenly the feeling of eyes on him quickly had him forgetting the liquefying skull and he took off with panicked flaps of his wings. Got to hide, got to hide. I can't… I won't go back to them. where the words that ran though his mind over and over. He did not want to go back to them at all. It took way too much just to get this far. He could not afford failure. If he fails… well, he won't get another chance let's just say. And the punishment they would subject him to… no no, not thinking about that. Just need to find a world and hide. He thinks to himself as he glides from world to world, fingers tracing their code looking for one that's secured enough the watchers won't be able to get into. But none of the Server's code he feels is good enough. Too few firewalls or protections that his pursuers wouldn't even notice them.

He can almost feel their claws at his back, getting ever closer as his time runs down before they catch up to him. Moving faster in desperation, he's looking around and hoping that by some miracle the server he needs will pop up. He'll take any world as long as it is warded against Watchers.

He feels more eyes than before glaring at him from what felt like all directions. No NO! I can't fail here I nee-WAIT YES! He practically throws himself into the server he finds, hearing the howls of anger and seeing floating purple eyes glaring at him as he narrowly slips their grasp. Falling into the world that they can't follow him with a gasp of relief.

While this all was happing, an unaware skeleton god of many things was busy settling into the winged man's mind space trying to figure out how to drain his soul of the energy he needed to heal without damaging said soul or worse, shattering it. Wait, what if I latch onto it and just… suckle on it like a jawbreaker candy? He thinks with a considerate look on his face as he looks at a glowing heart. one that is riddled with purple strings that wrap around it while cracks filled in with the same color purple riddle the soul. Sol's face twists at his last thought, and that just sounds wrong in so many ways. Still, it is the best plan I got right now. And it's not like he will notice me. I'll just be taking the excess energy his soul projects out, not actually draining from the soul itself. Happy that he solved the issue, he smiles as he goes about wrapping his own mess of a glitching soul that is between a heart and apple in shape, gently around a third of the others soul, and for lack of a better word, softly sucks down on it. And there! Done. Sol proclaims happliy to himself, tired out.

Happy that he is now bound to the multi winged man, he looks back to the outside world using their senses to find out what's going on. only to be shocked as he sees a man dressed in green armor that looks identical to the one worn by a demon slaying badass. Aw shit, any version of doom guy meeting a non-human? Ya, that's not going to end well. Sol panics to himself lightly. He does not want his efforts to be in vain. After all working with souls is hard! But the maybe doom guy just holds out his hand to help Sol's host up and invites him to stay in his house with a smile in his eyes from behind the visor. Wha… okay then. Not a doom guy, just someone who looks like im. He thinks with relief that no gory deaths will be happening anytime soon. As the tall green figure leads wing man, who some how changed the number and color of his wings, along with their whole out fit, into his home. You know what, I'm done. I need to rest and recover. I can learn the names of the avian and doom guy look alike later when I'm not dead on my feet. Yawning, the glitchy grey skeleton with dark metallic orange tear marks settles down to sleep in the avian's mind as said man is offed to join the server that green guy is the admin of. Huh, hope wing man won't be to mad when I wake up in a few mouths and tell him he has a god sucking down on their soul Sol sleepily thinks to himself giggling.

The now macaw winged man shudders as he hears giggles in his mind before dismissing them. After all the Watchers can't get to him on this server. So, as he follows the man in green armor to his home, hope springing up that this world can be a haven, a Home, a place where he can finally stop running from his past and heal. Not aware that his thoughts mirror Sol's own.

"You know what… sure, I'll join you guys. After all this seems like a safe and calm place" the avian says trying put some confidence into his voice while speaking, ducking his head down shyly when the admin looks over.

"Really? That's wonderful, truly. Welcome to season six. I hope you enjoy your stay. And if you need any help, just ask. Any of the others will be glad to help you settle in, myself included" the green armored admin says with a happy pep in his step, leading the newest hermit to a bed so he can rest before the busy day tomorrow. Now I just have to call a meeting with the others tomorrow to interduce him. Wait, did I even give him my name?! shot what's his name. he thinks flustered, not believing they had yet to even interduce themselves to each other.

"So hey, what's your name? mines Xis…" he trails off, looking at the avian laying on his couch, light snores could be heard as the young man slept. Sighing to himself and grabbing a blanket so the winged man stays warm though the night. "Well, guest we'll do names in the morning then. Sleep tight" he mumbles out load after he places the blanket over the small man before heading to his own bed so sleep. As he settles down for the night, he wonders how their newest member will fit in with the rest of the server. Well, I'll just have to see tomorrow, now won't I? was his last thought before falling asleep with dreams of the future flickering behind his eyes with a smile on his face, unaware of the wounded god that is slumbering latched to their newest members soul.

AN:

Hope you all like the first real fanfic I've posted.

Yes, it's short and may be confusing at parts, but I hope to expand on this in the future.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome, I'm always looking to improve.

Have fun and enjoy.

P.S. if you know who the other two are, or what the Watchers are from, I'll give you an internet cookie ;)