Yes, i've been writing, and yes i copied this from my google docs TW: mentions of death, blood gore? and signs of mental ilnesses and disabilities, negative thinking - -------------------------------------- Inception of metamorphosis -------------------------------------- It’s been a while since I got out of that space. I get sent to some lady in a room full of stars, every… Week? She talks to me. I could never remember what she said. I guess I was supposed to answer some of her questions. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I tried. Everything felt so foggy. I don’t think Creator likes my lack of responses. At least I didn't get punished for that. That’s nice. Or does she not care about me at all? What if I'm too boring and she’ll abandon me again? . Oh, Creator wants me to meet someone. Again. After so many years. Or decades? What even is this ‘time’ thing? I don’t think I want to know anyways. I just hope that this person is less… Violent… Hope they can end me quickly. The texture under my feet feels wet and prickly. It looks like it’s made out of an infinite amount of green strokes. ‘Grass’ is what I think it’s called. The scent is nice. I hope my blood doesn't ruin it. The space above is just like usual. Just white. But not in a way that can make somebody’s eyes hurt. It would be a nice thing to stare at when waiting for my body to recover. This place feels oddly soothing. It feels almost unreal. But the blurry figure in the distance reminded me that this isn’t a dream. It’s still the same nightmare “Creator, I’ve arrived.” “Took you long enough” My body flinched slightly at her words. Why did it flinch? She was just talking. Why am i such a baby The Creator turned around, still with that new uncanny smile of hers. Something is behind her, gripping the end of her cloak tightly. A kid. Great, she wants my hands to get bloody again. Without hesitation, I pulled out the pair of scissors and prepared for a charge “Hey- WOAH WOAH WOAH, what do you think you’re doing there?” Her yelling got me out of my stance. I stood there, confused, frozen. Did I do something wrong again? What did I do wrong? How can I fix this as quickly as possible? Those questions flooded my mind. I fear for what comes next. But genuinely, what can I actually do about it? I sighed and waited for my fate. “Chill down alright? Don’t ruin your first impression for your little brother” Little brother? What’s that? I’ve heard it from someone before but I never got the chance to know more about it. I tilted my head slightly. Not much, just enough for Creator to understand my confusion. She chuckled slightly when I did that. It amused her. Good. I’m safe for now. “You two need to care for each other from now on! Like a team!” She wants me to take care of someone. But how? I’ve never done that before! I don’t even know how to interact with people! Is she doing this to make me fail at something so she has a reason to punish me again? “Come on! Say hi” Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts She pushed the kid forward. The kid startled a bit, he kept glancing back at her. I can tell that he’s afraid of me. “Woah… You’re my big brother right?” The little white stick approaches me. He isn’t scared of me? Why isn’t he scared of me? Is this a good or a bad thing? “So… We're a team now! Like mama said, best buddies!” The last words feel familiar. Too familiar. I can’t remember who or when those words are said. But it aches. “Take your brother home alright? Mama needs to go work” “Okay!” I watch the Creator vanish as I get dragged by this kid. She was acting so nice to him. For what reason? Maybe she wouldn’t punish me anymore if i do that too. Sounds too good to be real. Such naive thoughts After walking with that kid which felt like forever, we reached the border of this space. And he… Oh wow he can open borders? Wait, does that mean he can hide from Creator anytime he wants? I wish I could do that too. So this is ‘home’ hm? It’s just a smaller space with nice colors to me. And it feels… full? There’s a lot of things here in this ‘home’. An overwhelming amount. He sets me down on a chair, a big and long one. It feels fluffy and soft. The stick who’s supposed to be my ‘little brother’ poofed down next to me. “Sooo~ My name’s Sky! What’s yours?” Yeah what was my name again? “...” I was staring at him. Please don’t blame me, I’ve got a new name recently and it’s hard to remember with all those other things being on my mind. “Oh… Are you muted perhaps? Or deaf? Or both?” “No… My name’s… Akash…?” “Woah, so cool! I don’t hear that name often! Wanna watch something together?” I nodded. Because how should I react otherwise? He turned the screen on, similar to Creator’s tabs. Everything felt… peaceful. The peace before the storm? ---------------------- Note: Yeah he's pretty traumatised by me, the Akash you see in other projects are post-healing arc so this is like the "before everything" story.
