I know I'm late, but I was on the bus when a flock of bats swooped down and...
Great. Nobody is even here anymore.
Being serious for a second, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to post this next season. I was supposed to be done months ago, but then things just got in the way. Lack of inspiration mostly. Can I just say I hate season 6? I got up to the Crisis and just lost all inspiration of continuing, but I pushed on and finally finished because I promised you all I would get here. So now I am. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash.
Today there are many. In the beginning there was one. In the time before time began, there was something.
An entity.
A being so filled with darkness, it was locked away by forces beyond nature. Only then could everything truly begin.
For eons, this being was confined to their own little corner. Kept away from the light. The worlds it was prohibited from ever touching burned in its mind. The life flourishing that it could not hope to touch. Its prison was sealed and maintained by the force that imprisoned it in the first place. And that force surrounded the rest of the worlds it could see.
But there were moments. Times where that force wasn't looking that it was able to sneak out for the barest moments for a metaphoric glimpse of the sun. Only to be forcefully returned back to their prison.
But those moments were all it took for it to lay the foundation. A whisper here, a favor there. Items collected and people indebted to it who would never have the opportunity to pay that debt but those lucky few.
And now was the time. Here was the place. The place where it could make its grand entrance. The mistake. This tiny erroneous error. The glitch in the system. The one overlooked. Its salvation and the key to everything.
It had been searching. All others were failures, but this. This was the means to escape their isolation.
And it would get revenge.
For being trapped in the wasteland it was forced to call home. Nothing to do but simmer in their hate, waiting for the little moments of distraction where it could leave and sow the seeds for their plan.
This was it. After all this time, after countless attempts, after losing their mind on multiple occasions from isolation, this was it. It never thought this day would come.
The time was now. It all starts here. Beginning anew.
The plan was set in motion. There was no stopping them now.
Today there are many. In the beginning there was one. And in the end, there will be none.
And so it begins.
For eons, this being was confined to their own little corner. Kept away from the light. The worlds it was prohibited from ever touching burned in its mind. The life flourishing that it could not hope to touch. Its prison was sealed and maintained by the force that imprisoned it in the first place. And that force surrounded the rest of the worlds it could see.
But there were moments. Times where that force wasn't looking that it was able to sneak out for the barest moments for a metaphoric glimpse of the sun. Only to be forcefully returned back to their prison.
But those moments were all it took for it to lay the foundation. A whisper here, a favor there. Items collected and people indebted to it who would never have the opportunity to pay that debt but those lucky few.
And now was the time. Here was the place. The place where it could make its grand entrance. The mistake. This tiny erroneous error. The glitch in the system. The one overlooked. Its salvation and the key to everything.
It had been searching. All others were failures, but this. This was the means to escape their isolation.
And it would get revenge.
For being trapped in the wasteland it was forced to call home. Nothing to do but simmer in their hate, waiting for the little moments of distraction where it could leave and sow the seeds for their plan.
This was it. After all this time, after countless attempts, after losing their mind on multiple occasions from isolation, this was it. It never thought this day would come.
The time was now. It all starts here. Beginning anew.
The plan was set in motion. There was no stopping them now.
Today there are many. In the beginning there was one. And in the end, there will be none.
And so it begins.
For eons, this being was confined to their own little corner. Kept away from the light. The worlds it was prohibited from ever touching burned in its mind. The life flourishing that it could not hope to touch. Its prison was sealed and maintained by the force that imprisoned it in the first place. And that force surrounded the rest of the worlds it could see.
But there were moments. Times where that force wasn't looking that it was able to sneak out for the barest moments for a metaphoric glimpse of the sun. Only to be forcefully returned back to their prison.
But those moments were all it took for it to lay the foundation. A whisper here, a favor there. Items collected and people indebted to it who would never have the opportunity to pay that debt but those lucky few.
And now was the time. Here was the place. The place where it could make its grand entrance. The mistake. This tiny erroneous error. The glitch in the system. The one overlooked. Its salvation and the key to everything.
It had been searching. All others were failures, but this. This was the means to escape their isolation.
And it would get revenge.
For being trapped in the wasteland it was forced to call home. Nothing to do but simmer in their hate, waiting for the little moments of distraction where it could leave and sow the seeds for their plan.
This was it. After all this time, after countless attempts, after losing their mind on multiple occasions from isolation, this was it. It never thought this day would come.
The time was now. It all starts here. Beginning anew.
The plan was set in motion. There was no stopping them now.
Today there are many. In the beginning there was one. And in the end, there will be none.
And so it begins.
For eons, this being was confined to their own little corner. Kept away from the light. The worlds it was prohibited from ever touching burned in its mind. The life flourishing that it could not hope to touch. Its prison was sealed and maintained by the force that imprisoned it in the first place. And that force surrounded the rest of the worlds it could see.
But there were moments. Times where that force wasn't looking that it was able to sneak out for the barest moments for a metaphoric glimpse of the sun. Only to be forcefully returned back to their prison.
But those moments were all it took for it to lay the foundation. A whisper here, a favor there. Items collected and people indebted to it who would never have the opportunity to pay that debt but those lucky few.
And now was the time. Here was the place. The place where it could make its grand entrance. The mistake. This tiny erroneous error. The glitch in the system. The one overlooked. Its salvation and the key to everything.
It had been searching. All others were failures, but this. This was the means to escape their isolation.
And it would get revenge.
For being trapped in the wasteland it was forced to call home. Nothing to do but simmer in their hate, waiting for the little moments of distraction where it could leave and sow the seeds for their plan.
This was it. After all this time, after countless attempts, after losing their mind on multiple occasions from isolation, this was it. It never thought this day would come.
The time was now. It all starts here. Beginning anew.
The plan was set in motion. There was no stopping them now.
Today there are many. In the beginning there was one. And in the end, there will be none.
And so it begins.
I would just like to say this was not a mistake. It's a clue to how I'm going to be doing Crisis. Let's see how many of you figure it out.
I Hate You, I Guess That's Love season 6 will return on February 3, 2023. Again, so sorry that this has been so late.