So this is how it feels
This is a new feeling indeed
I can feel it
Is this love?
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Young boy: We became one....
A sharp shard of glass was left from him
Young boy:..I wonder...if l will ever become whole.
He lifted the shard and hugged it like it was a part of him. Small droplets of blood fell to this dark world as he started walking forward.
Young boy: Are you my mirror?
A mirror was standing infront of him. A mirror with no image and once he placed the shard on this mirror without an image something became visible. A version of him was standing in front of him yet something was different, he was met with a long brown hair and a blue eye. His right eye was as blue as the sky, was this the image of the person he became?
Young boy: There is still a lot missing...
?: One day you will become whole.
The boy was hugged from behind by something. Someone that shouldn''t exist.
Young boy: You are just a part of my imagination right?
?: Is this how you react to me....yeah l am just a coping mechanism created by you and your knowledge of me inside than empty skull of yours...well l am still curious...how much do you remember?
He sat on the ground patting the ground covered in black goo inviting the boy to sit with him.
Young boy: Not much just a few memories yet they hold near to no connection or they even make sense.
They sat together in this graveyard of mirrors looking to the sky watching the thing towering over them, giving them the power to see even in this dark abyss.
Young boy: It isn''t supposed to be blue right?
?: I became your light, your savior just as l promised. You are nothing but a sheep that can''t find the right way without a shepherd, a boat that is lost without a lighthouse, an arrow can''t be shot without a bow. That blue moon will be your guide...no l will be your guide.
He lifted his hand and pointed his slim finger towards the moon while shouting as if it will enhance his words making them more powerful than they already are.
?: No matter what happens l will be here for you got it!!! I will be the one to save you!!!
The boy looked to the sky with his blank eyes before chanting his words.
Young boy:...you will save me huh...hey can''t you see something different on the moon?
?: Huh different?
Young boy: I feel like if l reach out hard enough a hand will reach out from the moon and hold my hand...
?: You are a weirdo you know that right?
Young boy: Weirdo....l probably am. I don''t know what a normal person is supposed to be but l am sure l am not a normal one. Ugghhh l even failed to replicate all that emotions no wonder they all found me annoying. Gerard seemed to find me fun tho...right?
?: He found you annoying as well don''t you remember his face?
Young boy:....well let''s go over everything l remembered so far.
?: Changing the subject like always...start from the first one l hate stories that start from the end.
Young boy: Can you even find stories like that? Or memories in this case.
?: Can you prove me time goes forward instead of backwards? You can''t since time itself is the thing proving it''s way since there is no distance involved. Everything changes by the way you look at it so let''s check what you have with the mask on and mask off. There will be huge difference don''t worry. Well let''s go...
It was a emotionless voice probably because of the boy''s inability to create fake emotions even when it came to the creations of his mind.
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It was really dark
Not that l had the ability to see
Yet l knew it must have been dark
We were walking together slowly descending into this place filled with madness
My stitched and torn apart body was carried by someone
Someone with hands hardened by hardship
I could have walked if l wanted to
But l knew at the end of this road my end was residing
Maybe l wanted to take a break before the last requiem was sung
I was happy
I was humming a song
A lullaby she used to sing for me
Tears came out of my stabbed eyes
I was happy
This end that l always trived for
I knew it was near
Today was the day l waited for all this time
The day of my salvation
The day that l will make the stars fall
We continued going down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down
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?: Something must be feeling a little....ughh how can l tell this to you hmm...yes eureka. You feel like you are lacking the key right?
Young boy: key?
Boy had little to no understanding over his situation and why he wasn''t able to see more into his memories even though he was moving forward without care like he told him to.
?: The shard...no the mask l gave you when we became one. It is the key you need. It a different perspective...no it is the eyes someone as blind as you need to see in the dark. But l want you to see the true difference between blindness and to be able to see. Continue with the next time we don''t want to make him wait for long you know he looks like a person with a wild temper.
Young boy: Stop rushing me give me some time to remember....
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It was dark
As dark as it can be
My eyes were devoured by the darkness
Yet l continued fighting
One
Just to parry one l took more than billions
Back and back and back
I was happy
Is this the feeling of love?
I am loved
I am loved
I am loved
I am loved
Even if l suffer
Even if l die billions...no sextillions of times or more than numbers can reflect into the world she will be here for me
Watching over me
Holding my hand
Patting my head
I can feel her love
Even when she pulls my spine out of my body
Even when she rips off all my organs
Even when she poisons me
Forcefully opens my ribcage
Crushes my whole body
Rips my jaw off
Gouges my eyes
Rips my heart and kisses it with her crimson lips
I love her
I want her
I need her
She is my everything
God? Creator? Love? Purpose? Reason? Hope? Despair? Mom? Urge? Passion?
l wonder who l am
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Young boy: Nothing more than enigmatic memories. This one feels like whole at least.
?: One key opens only one type of door. But some doors are already open and even with blind eyes you can see them and open them. That memory most be carved into your soul no wonder you remember it perfectly but can you even call that a memory? It was more of a rambling of yours than anything else.
Young boy: It lacks context doesn''t it? Well not that anything l have matches each other do you even think the key will make much difference?
?: I have no idea but it should have some effect. I am your imagination you know l am not the one that game you the key but rather l am what''s left of him in your mind...well being this way has good parts as well. Now remember the last one and tell me...l want to hear it with my own ears. Was it for nothing? Do you really want to become whole or just to feel happy for the time being and become ignorant about what happened before or who you really are. I will be waiting for your answer go on, think about it.
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I always loved it when she hugged me
She always smelled nice like that of flowers
To be honest l don''t have a personal reason to like flowers
They are weak and fragile and the smell is temporary
That is why they all died
That''s why she became sad
That''s why she cried that night
Maybe it was a different reason
I wasn''t that different from the flowers as well
Even l wasn''t durable enough
I promised her something
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Young boy: What did l promise her?
?: I know as much as you are so l have no idea. Well well well we came to the end of out tour of memories.
Young boy: They were blank visually. They can''t be called memories. Maybe thoughts but not memories. Especially the one about the flowers.
?: Because you are still lacking the key that locked that doors. But let me tell you there isn''t much to uncover other than a few things that can help you with one of the questions in your mind. Stay still let me give you the mask.
He got up from the so called ground covered in black slimy goo and shook off the goo from his body before getting behind the boy.
?: When we became one l wasn''t able to make you whole and l am sorry for that. That shard you placed on that mirror was the emotion l gave you and that mirror was yourself. Even in my last moments l was happy to die by your hands and the feeling that l am giving you, the shard that gets you closer to being whole is my love. It will be the first thing you will have and the first step of your salvation. Let me give you your new eyes...no let me give you your new perspective and your first emotion.
A crimson mask appeared before the boys eyes.
?: I love you...
He grabbed the mask and pushed it to the boys face as it melted and stuck to the face. A mask without a mouth. It was blank yet it symbolized pure live and love of him that became the foundation of the boys salvation. He wanted to shout in fear but nothing came out as the mask slowly became a part of him and added him something new. Right at that moment something changed about the things he remembered. His memories were changed...no they actually became whole.
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Choir 1: Forgive me Father
Down and down and down
Me?: what will you do Eugene?
Eugene:.....
Me?:....l wonder what the time is...hey what were we using for measuring time? I think l might have forgotten it...forgotten it? Hey Eugene what do you call the feeling when you fell like you have lived through the same thing for a second time?This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.
Eugene: deja vu.
Me?: yeah yeah that one...l think this happened to me before as well but when...when...when....ughh can''t remember it.
Eugene: Before you killed him.
Me?:....So l don''t have much time huh....Eugene l can''t hold him off for a long time so rescue her and leave this place as fast as you can...and use the south door of the city...
Eugene: South?
Me?: It will be the only place l won''t damage...save whoever you want and whoever you love...don''t forget our promise as well you must give her my gift no matter what.
Silence continued as our journey to my end continued
Me?: Are you still angry?
Eugene: l am not.
Me?:....l am sorry l killed him...but can you blame me huh? He was an addict sucking on your earnings like a leech! Why am l the one in fault if l just ripped that empty skull of his from that guilty body of his....skull?..skull?...skul.....
Eugene: You ripped off his head as well....l saw everything l knew it was his choice so it wasn''t my part to judge it or punish you...and about that pussy...l should thank you...
His voice was filled with pain yet his face covered in old wounds showed no emotions. It was a soldiers job to witness the worst, accept the worst and move on as if it never happened yet Eugene wasn''t able to hide it from affecting his deep voice. His wounds must have been really deep since they were like deep canyons on his face. My fingers slided on his face before letting go of him.
Me?: don''t worry about it father...we are here
I launched myself off his arms before walking towards the eerie sound coming from deep. My stitched body moved forward yet no one could have called this walking or running. Like a marionette l moved forward.
?: Don''t call me that!
Me?: So l am a failure to you as well...father.
Messiah?: I was expecting you the one cursed by light...are you here to join my collection as well? I was getting tired of all these worthless animals and horny people...
Me?:...l can''t let that...l am sorry but l have something to do...
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Young boy: AHRaghAghraAhhghrrraAhdhh.
Shout that wanted nothing but to stay true to itself was heard in the grave of mirrors.
Smashing his head on the ground shouting as his soul was broken into fractures only to be reconstructed in a different way.
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Choir 2: Self proclaimed knights promise
She had a pale skin
Pale pink lips
She was always rather weak
She became really quiet after that day
Cultivating flowers only for them to fall one by one
Like the people she loved
She cried most nights
Yet she always had that unique smile when she saw me
Maybe she was smiling because it became a habit of her''s
She always welcomed me with open arms no matter the time or situation
She was always tired
Yet she always pulled me for a hug and even read books for me
I hate books that tell man made tales that have nothing but good ends that doesn''t match with the harsh thing called reality.
Yet when she read them l always found myself inside a beautiful dream
Stories weren''t important as long as l heard her voice
It was a tired one yet it was covered in pure kindness
Love of someone that has never been loved is the most precious of them all
At least that is what l always said to myself
I loved it when she played with my hair
I loved it when she found herself lost in the story she was reading and started making weird sounds to act like she just got lost in thoughts while trying to find the part she left off.
She had weird books
Most of them were just childlike tales that were for little kids
They used a different language that didn''t require someone to use their eyes
She always refused to take the cloth that covered her eyes
I would be glad to die just to see that beautiful eyes again
I knew the consequences yet l couldn''t stand here and watch her get sad so l went on a quest for the most precious gift other than my love that l can give to her.
A flower that would never rot
A flower that would never get destroyed
A flower that is just for her
A flower that would never dissappear
There was something l wanted to do as well
But it was gonna be my suprise for her
Self proclaimed knight: Don''t worry about me...ohh are you scared that someone will steal your knight? Don''t worry my lady my body,my soul and my mind will always be your property.
I leaned down and landed a kiss on her hand.
My lady: Don''t go...
My wrist was grabbed by her had that read me all that tales.
I got on my knees and placed her hand on my head letting it slide across my hair.
Self proclaimed knight: I will be going on a quest my lady...don''t worry l will never leave you alone. I will find the flower you always wanted...the flower that will never dissappear. You always wanted it didn''t you? And don''t worry you are the only girl that l can love...
I hated myself
I hated how l made her cry right there
Maybe my love would have been enough for her
But l want to see that smiling Girl that were filled with joy as she watered the flowers
My lady: Will you...leave me too?
She was shaking as if she met a primordial fear. Loneliness was her primordial fear
I knew how sad l made her
How much she feared to be left alone
Yet this was necessary
Self proclaimed knight: You will never be alone look!
I gave her the gift l created
It was a low quality necklace
Made from cheap metal with the shape of a rose
It wasn''t the most beautiful thing yet l knew she would love it
Self proclaimed knight: I will always be here for you...l would never leave my pillow...
I left my safe heaven that was nothing but her embrace,going on this adventure that would become my end
I wish l could have returned at least one of the gifts l promised
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Boys fingers did everything they could to peel it off
Yet it was already a part of him
Becoming more than just a mere persona changing his shadow turning him into something else
He smashed his face to the ground hoping that it would take his mind off from the excruciating pain.
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Last choir: Memory that was never mine
I lived a above average life in the town
I was adopted by a priest that lived in a rural town that was famous for its blacksmiths
After the collapse of the city and the death of the emperor millions died in less than a second as the blue light left little to nothing.
I was lucky to be saved by my savior and then adopted by the father George
Father George was a nice man
Always helped others as much as he could
Thought me the way of the God he believed
He was a kind man
Always bought me gifts even though he never had much after the war started
He wanted me to follow the path of the earth god like him
Earth god was known as the protector of the soil and mountains
To be honest being a pries was nothing l trived for
I was good at everything
I worked under a blacksmith during my free time and learned the art of craftsmanship
Trained by an alcoholic knight during his free time and even became better than him in a short time
Learned the art of farming and bread making by a farmer that always visited the church
I was even good at knitting yet nothing gave me joy
I recited God''s teachings every day yet it never gave me joy
My obsession of him grew stronger every second
This unhealthy obsession of mine started as admiration only turn into something sick
Yet l felt my feelings were justified
He was the only thing that kept me from breaking like them
He was the only thing in my life that felt perfect
Something that can''t break
Something perfect can never break
There was a girl in the town that was called perfect by everyone
She was a beautiful person indeed and l thought she could be the one
one day l kidnapped her locking her inside a abondened hut
We were granted nails by the god as his believers
Nails with different purposes
I never knew my nails purpose
Yet it must have been about perfection considering my nature and how they shape themselves to our nature
I expected to turn her into my perfect artwork, my own perfection
Yet in the end l was left with a broken slave...no something that can''t be called more than an animal asking for it''s owners love
She was broken
She looked into my eyes with her stitched and nailed form
She smiled with her slit cheeks stitched together by me since she kept smiling profusely and even slit them herself after getting pierced by my nail
Her obsessed eyes locked into mine as she forced her thumbs into my mouth forcing a smile
The world of light and darkness resides inside you Sinclair....she said
Refuse the world of darkness that you call your obsession she said
I fell on my back from the sheer fear l felt
Fear caused by how the nail failed and my creation was the furthest thing from perfection
She got on top of me and pressed her finger in my chest
Your salvation is here she said before my fist filled with rage after this failed creations smashed into her skull splattering the whole hut with her blood
I just need to try again...just a few more times...yeah this was just a little lapse that was caused by nothing but my unlucky nature
I just need to go again
Perfection and the world of light is right inside your palm Sinclair
He said before l broke his neck
You still can''t see the perfection with that eyes of yours huh Sinclair
She said as l ripped her heart out with one gentle movement, my fingers pierced her skin and broke her ribs
Accept what is beneath Sinclair....perfection is the same as the world of light which comes from acceptance
Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
What do they even know about acceptance huh? Why are they always looking at me with their obsessed eyes as if they know me? Why are they always talking about perfection as if they know anything about what it is. They are nothing but broken toys that even the nail given to me by god can''t fix...they are nothing but a imperfect existence that will never be perfect no matter what l do or what l try to achieve.
They are broken and will never be fixed
I need something that is perfect
I need something perfect that l can keep and preserve unlike the toy my dear father gave me
I will keep them safe and preserve them like a relic inside a museum cleaning the dust off them once in a while while watching them every day with eyes that will always keep their curious and exited look
I am ready to live my life for them sacrificing everything for this perfect being l am searching for
I wonder if l will see eyes as perfect as his again
Breaking is an act of imperfection that only the likes of imperfects like us can
I never forgot the eyes that captivated me with their magic that day
The eyes of the person that saved me
The eyes that l want to drown in
And one day it all happened
I heard by one of my friends that the army was coming here to recruit people that know how to fight and navigate through the environment because of the amount of mountains surrounding the are
It wasn''t something that concerned me so l just continued drinking until l got a little tipsy and left the tavern
A few days passed as l continued living my life carefree until one day
Platoon reached the town and seized the bazaar which had a lot of blacksmiths as well
I had something to get from one of the blacksmith which was the silver cutlery set that was specifically made for the church so l left the church refusing to listen to the father George telling me to stay away from there
To be honest l knew l couldn''t get it back even if l wanted but you know what they say hope is the whip of a slave
I still have no idea why something so materialistic had a huge impression on me yet l continued on my way
When l entered the blacksmith l was met with a weird situation....no a different person than l expected
A half naked figure was standing infront of the forge slamming his hammer on the hot metal straightening it and bending it again and again
The whole ground was covered in bandages that were soaked in a creamy substance probably some kind of ointment
His lower part was still covered in bandages
His failed creations were scattered on the ground each one looking near perfect and can be called masterpieces
After a few minutes that felt longer than the last hour of our execution he stopped
do you know what perfection is he said
She deserves what people call perfect
This gift is for someone dear to me and they deserve the best
I personally don''t believe in something being perfect
Everything has it''s flaws but the world is filled with ignorant fools trying to find perfection
Perfection is a personal thing but logically perfection does not exist
His head slowly turned back revealing the eyes l have always been looking for
Even she isn''t perfect....yet she is the perfect one for me
The eyes that would captivate anyone that met them, eyes that were blank like the space itself with a lack of emotions present on his face making it seem like a centuries old painting left delusional man in his last days before his suicide
I pulled out my nail and dashed forward with the sole purpose of testing if he was really him, the owner of that eyes
Only thing l saw in that short moment was a slick movement of his hand and a weird strand he was holding in his hand
My nail was cut into multiple pieces without much effort
The nail granted by the earth god
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When l met his broken form with my shattered wings l questioned myself
I was the one granted the wings that transcended concepts, and reality
I was the one that was given the power to fix even the broken
I held the power to turn him into his perfected state again
It required sacrifices and l had no reason to do so
I was the perfect one...they were always right, I was the perfect one and the world of light began inside me
I was the one above all
The perfect being l always searched for
But at that moment l wondered
If l am the perfect one and he is nothing but a broken one at this point
Why is it still beating like a deer in danger
Why is my heart beating this fast
The burning sensation makes it feel like my skin is about to melt off
Why am l feeling this way
He is not the one l am obsessed with...not anymore
I lived my whole life for this
In search of perfection l did everything and went extreme
Yet now why am l here trying to save him with the cost being my whole life
Why am l trying to save this rotten corpse that shouldn''t even bother me
I still wonder...even after my death
After everything above his nose level were obliterated into nothingness strings of......circled around my neck slowly choking me
I could feel my heartbeat inside my brain as the pressure got higher and higher each passing moment with face slowly turning red and then purple
I remember those wings
He had wings that l remember seeing before on his back....wings that were a lot different than mine. They were light blue and looked more like a surge of mana coming out of his back than anything else...even with all the years we spent together he never got a chance to use his wings...l wonder if he had this wings when he saved me as well...l wonder where l even saw them before. They were the most beautiful thing l have ever seen in my life. They were like a sign of perfection he had back when he was more than a corpse....back when he saved me with those hands of his. They looked like as if they weren''t built for this world...no they weren''t built for my world of light and darkness but another world l will never see with this eyes of mine
Blue looks good on you. This was the last thing l said before talking became a near impossible activity for me to do. But then a movement became visible in my blurry vision. His hand supported by the strings reached towards my abdomen and grabbed onto something....
The nail that was cut in pieces by his hands was floating in the sky with it''s broken nature. His weak hand gripped the nail and with sounds of bones breaking from the sheer pressure of the strings stabbed it into his chest
Nothing came out
Not even a drop of blood as the nail pierced through his soul not his body
I always wondered
Why they always talked about perfection before l killed them
Now l understand it
My nail never recovered or repaired anything
It was just a nail of replication
Replicating my own soul forcing it into their bodies
Those eyes that locked into mine, those eyes that looked at me with obsession in them have met with something l would never understand even if l want to
They saw the world of light that l never went after, that l never understood
The world of potential
Their eyes saw the potential inside me
I killed them
I killed myself
Over and over again
I never resisted myself
I never felt guilt
Not that l needed to
And here l am standing just a few moments away from my death refusing to choose either worlds
I won''t choose my search for perfection and the world of darkness
I won''t choose my potential or the world of light
I will save him even it is just a temporary salvation
I know l am being delusional by rejecting the only thing l waited for all my life
Sacrificing my purpose l let my consciousness fade
Even l can''t save him from that rot...
That rot
It can''t be stopped even if l changed the reality in my vision
.......l still wonder why l did that
I could have turned him into the image of the perfection l seek by accepting the world of darkness
I could have fixed his body and kept him like a gentle flower that will one day rot
I could have left like nothing happened by accepting the world of light and myself
I wonder why....
Is this love?
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Obsession: Don''t cry, this is your way after all. You chose them and here they are, waiting for you to substitute then with real ones.
A figure was standing infront of the boy with it''s naked body. It''s body was near perfect without any scar or deformations. His muscular body stood infront of the boy as if he felt superior than him or just disgusted by his nature. His voice was that of sarcasm. His long black hair was covering his face making it impossible to see especially in this dark place. His light brown skin shined under the dim light as he moved forward with a sadistic smile that couldn''t be seen easily. As he moved forward something was revealed as well...the nail. The nail of Sinclair was plunged into his body. He towered over the boy with blood dripping down his face covering his once masked face.
Obsession: Don''t look away. Don''t turn those eyes away from them...LOOK AT THEM!
His hands gripped the boys face forcing him to look towards the figures behind him. The first one he saw was a man with a atrocious beard that could count as a crime towards humanity. The figure has a crown over his head made with black feathers. His back was stabbed by countless blades yet he continued smiling. A smile that is filled with vainglory. His blood and fat figure that made him look more like a gluttonous figure smiled at the boy with it''s blurred face that couldn''t be recognized by all means, not that it had a face to begin with.
Obsession: That is your version of vainglory. Do you remember how you made John feel fear? Of course you do and do you remember how you felt? Do you remember how your ego became bigger than everything in the world turning you into nothing but a brat thinking he is stronger and better than everyone....ohh l still remember your face when Ragnal choked you out...l love seeing you suffer you know.
He turned the boys face to right forcing him to look towards another figure, another fake.
Obsession: Let''s not forget about your pride...your precious pride as a knight of course!!!
His sadistic laugh was heard across this dark world as the boys eyes met the fake figure. A child was standing lifting a huge sword towards the sky with a childish smile. He with his distorted face looked at the and gave him a wink. He was wearing a rusted armor that looked more like bronze rather than steel at this point. A raven was drawn onto the rusted armor with blood now clotted and brown. His hair slicked back with the blood of his enemies, with eyes that were lightened by the glory he was feeling. With his shining eyes he turned back towards the sky smiling while looking at the raw darkness with all other parts of his face blurred. He never had a face after all.
Obsession: Before you got on the carriage you remember something a memory that meant nothing by itself bit stated that you were a knight, ohh how much of a good person you must be to be a well known adventurer and a knight....do you see the blood covering it''s armor that symbolizes your way of thinking regarding the other things you saw modified or not and trying to justify your actions. You aren''t seeing yourself as a victim but rather as a psychopath or just someone doing things for a greater purpose. What a selfish was this is...you are disgusting you know.
With his face reeking disgust he turned the boys head again forcing him to face another figure
Obsession: We are limited on time and these 3 should be enough for you...why are you crying? Stop acting like you have feelings of your own and emotions. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MACHINE created by the sole purpose of being a weapon. Before the last one let me tell you some more about myself. You always wondered right? What are you so obsessed about. Humans are funny you know. Even that weirdo thought that he fell in live with you in the end but he was just a delusional bitch lying to himself like always. Let me tell you why he saved you. He still thought that you deserved some more time than him since you saved him back then and that''s it. His obsession of you became stronger than his obsession towards perfection right on that moment marking his end. You are like him as well delusional as always with that disgusting soul of yours. What you are obsessed about is a will. I am not saying will but rather a will. You were always obsessed with people that would make choices for you and use you according to their will. You never had a will of your own after all. You were always nothing but a puppet licking to boots of your masters like a little dog yapping like one as well reporting everything you did. What a nice slave you were...
With his voice filled with disgust and sarcasm he pointed at the figure behind him.
Obsession: That is your fear...the last feeling of yours l was able to gather here in this short time it is not easy to roam around this place you know...I wish things could be as easy gathering your main emotions but to be whole a person needs to change their main feelings not just the emotions making everything harder by default. Of course you don''t understand me but it feels like being the first guy in a guild handling everything by yourself until others decide on joining you....enough meaningless ramblings right?
The figure had nothing other than it''s torso. His arms were nothing but two twigs tied to his torso and his legs were stakes stabbed into the ground and his head was just one carved from wood lacking any special features and even the necessary ones. A single word was carved on his chest.
Star
Obsession: lt represents you greatly. You two are same when scared but unlike you he doesn''t lose his ability to do something. He is consistent unlike that sorry arse of yours. He can definitely kill a trash by stabbing it with it''s stakes unlike you....ohh he was right after all...it must have ran out of patience.
A sound similar to that of an explosion was heard from the distant mountains of goo
Obsession: It can see into this world like how you can peep into one using the keyhole...it probably didn''t even understand anything so don''t worry...those mountains you see they weren''t there before you know. They are not mountains but rather waves about to crash us. Don''t worry about me and fuck the others they are fake after all. Well l will see you later
His sarcastic voice became a distant memory as he started disappearing
Obsession: My failure of a weapon friend....Charon....what a cute name.....
The mountains started coming down like waves of darkness devouring everything in their path one by one. The crying thing on it''s knees was no exception after all. The darkness swallowed him whole drowning his soul in it. He struggled and struggled until his body gave up.
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Something grabbed the boys hand and started pulling him towards to surface saving him from the grasp of the darkness. His body was pulled out of the goo now flying in the sky with something covering his vision. Brown strands of hair covered his whole vision as he held onto the hand as if his life depended on it.
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Everything was black and white to me
Nothing had a meaning
I wasted my days since they didn''t have a meaning
I never ate more than l needed since it didn''t have a meaning
I never talked since it never had a meaning
I never smiled since it never had a meaning
I never cried since it never had a meaning
Until that day
When l saw something colorful under the moon
Something changed inside me
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The distorted voice of the unknown figure was heard, the voice he would sacrifice anything just to hear again.
?: ThE WingS I GAVe YOu....TheY LoOk PreTty....BlUe...iT LOks gooD On yoU
With tears on his eyes boy did everything he could to hold onto that hand
But it slipped away causing him to fall down crashing into a castle, landing inside through one of the large window landing in a huge room.