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“ Under…pale…of the … forever…the norm. ”She says. ‘The Dark Room’s rushing waves hit violently against her, trying relentlessly to stop her. Her giant radiant form is littered with deep blackened scars all over her body as her white glowing pupils glow brightly within the sockets of her mask.
“ Until sunrise…will be…feared…yet a…enemy. ” Her mask cracking under the pressure of her power, she pushes forward despite the pain, the long black wires attached to the back of her bald head tingle, ripples of white lights rushing through the long strands of wires. All connected above within the infinite darkness that surrounds her, the ripples of lights flooding through into her head and throughout her body, her glowing white eyes illuminating the sockets of her mask as it begins to crack even more. Her cracks further, deeper, almost like upside-down tree branches with no leaves.
“ Beware…warmth…light .” She warns, the black waters that surround her enormous being, forming huge waves in an attempt to crash her down trying to stop her desperately, but she refuses to fall. She cannot afford to fail any more than she already had, too many were lost.
“ Do NOT …sun…meet stone…else…eternal… awaits you. ” a glowing light within her palm in the shape of an apple, forcing to give everything she has within her to save this being that does not belong in the Dark Room–she has to save him! This child doesn’t belong here, and she refuses to let it take him. Not like the others. Not again. Never again. Please. Never. Again.
“ … reconciliation …from the…one… cast…curse —” She hopes with all her shattered heart that this peculiar souling that she’s found in this hellish realm to be spared, she prays for her creator if she even had one to bless her enough to hold onto her strength to save this child. Her damaged soul cries out in anguish amid the chaos of infinite waves of black waters, hitting her enormous form as it burns through her skin once more, yet even then she refuses to fall.
“—this…will…broken —” she croaks out, she needs to hold on a little while longer! Black tears rolled down her white pale mask filled with cracks under the eye sockets of her mask, her bright glowing white skin ripping open as her black blood poured out from the burns the Dark Room relentlessly tried to take what was rightfully theirs, it was so very hungry. Her power flowed and engulfed itself around the little apple souling, a desperate embrace as her leg gave out that was burning against the black waters. The giant creature shakenly composed herself to remain standing despite the agonizing pain. She will endure, she will hold on, and she will never let it eat another victim.
“…away…sun.” she cried out, her eye-lights flickered out as the crack grew, and the glowing naked body began to dim as the souling engulfed within her white magic, and disappeared.
Returning right where they’re meant to be. She did what she could, yet the guilt remained, but she was happy that the child of positivity would survive. This was all she could do, there was no other way. The black waters suddenly stopped and returned to their passive calming state of sound of soft waves.
The Dark Room lost its meal.
She sobs in relief, tears rolling down her face as she cries out in happiness intertwined with her pain. She was able to save him, she didn’t fail, and all this suffering was worth it. She did it. She can fall now.
She can fall now, she can rest for a little bit, and wait all over again.
“The rest is up to you…m-my child…the rest is up to y-you.” She whispers, her legs buckle, and a huge splash against the black waters echoes through the realm as she begins to sink into the black sea of the Dark Room. Only her long wires that almost imitated hair, wires connected high above the realm to who knows where, or to whom. Wherever her wires lead, it’s what keeps her from the black waters taking her further under to get eaten.
‘I’m so tired.’ Her vision darkened as she slowly drifted to sleep, she hoped no soul(s) spawn while she was asleep.
Today was a beautiful day. Shame that not many take a moment to just stop, take a minute of their time to enjoy what the world has left to offer to experience in the moment. The warmth of the sun, the cool breeze of the wind blowing against the tree’s branches while the birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming—the busy bees, the graceful fluttering butterflies, and the hardworking ants crawling up an ant hill. Such a beautiful day it would’ve been, who ever thought that a tragedy like this would come to pass? It was truly such a beautiful day, the last beautiful day, for today is the end of the world.
Dark clouds now conquer upon a blood-scarlet sky, thunder rumbles, and lightning strikes. It’s a tragedy that no one enjoyed that last beautiful day, wasn’t it? The Humans, the Monsters just don’t ever realize, don’t ever learn, and never care enough until it’s too late. Screams get louder, blood taints the green grass, and so much dust in the air. Some people don’t realize that Life will not wait for you to be better, just as much as they shouldn’t expect their loved ones to wait for them either. The Birds retreat, flowers are dead, the ‘Tree Of Feelings’ is nothing but a stump now, and finally, there is silence, an eerie silence. People don’t realize that Life will not wait for you to care, especially after you've lost it all.
The only ones left alive in this fallen universe are the twins who are surrounded by death, and the destruction of their home. One of the twins, one who bears the burden of his crescent crown, doesn't realize that Life will not wait for him to wake up and realize the damage he’s caused.
Unfortunately for the other twin, who bears the grief of his sun crown, Life will not stop just because you're suffering for the loss you’ve endured, because Life just continues with or without you. Unfortunately for the brothers, it doesn’t matter how broken they are, it doesn't matter where, what, or how they’ve become the person that they’ll be in the future because in the end? Life just keeps on going, and changing regardless of their existence.
Until…someday…a at certain point all that is left of them are painful memories, remorse of ‘ what ifs ’ and ‘ what could’ve been(s) ’ and it leads to nothing, but an enormous wave of self-destruction to swallow you whole, making sure you drown in your own self-created demons who are waiting to claim you.
He may believe he doesn’t care.
He may believe that he will never live again.
He may believe that he has no regrets.
He may believe that everything in the past is his fault.
He may have the freedom to hold that burning, heavy resentment that won’t ever let him truly live.
He may believe that he has nothing left to live for.
He may believe that he doesn’t need him.
He may believe that he is nothing but a screw-up. A fraud, a joke, nothing more than a mistake.
He may believe he’s moved on, but what they don't yet realize is that they're both wrong. The few questions remaining are what will become of him when the time comes when he truly sees the ugliness that’ll haunt him when it’s right in front of him to witness. What will become of him when he loses himself in his ocean full of sorrows, and regrets? Will he allow himself to drown? Will he have the will to swim to the surface, to fight to breathe again?
“I hate you.” His brother spat out with so much hatred in his voice, his cyan eye light shining brightly, glaring at his twin brother, sockets widened filled with golden dim tears as his body trembles, his soul shook with anguish at his brother’s words unable to speak, or move at all only focusing at his brother’s icy glare. Night’s right side of his skull is gushing with black tar, the corruption spreading quickly infecting everything within him, eating whatever good he had left of himself, and Dream is completely petrified.
“I hate you Dream.” Night growls, tightening his grip on his brother's collar with a burning mix of cyan and purple tears rolling down his cheekbones seething in his rage. Their mother is cut down, she’s gone. The apples were all corrupted, Night had consumed them all, and the only existing golden apple surviving within his sternum throbbing deep within his soul.
“I hate you.” He tells him, seeing Night’s shattered skull, the corruption rapidly flowing out—It was too overwhelming for Dream to process his brother's burning words, all he could do was break out a choked-up sob, his frail bones shaking uncontrollably as he felt his soul ache.
“B-Brother,” Dream barely squeaks out, tears welling up within his sockets as the depth of Night’s words begin to click into place leaving behind a deeply rooted crack somewhere far within himself as Dream’s golden dim tears roll down his cheekbones.
“I hate you, so damn much.” Night spats.
“Brother, don’t s-say that! Please !” Dream cries, shaking his head in denial as the apple within trembles in tune with his rattling bones.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS!” Night screeches at his face shaking Dream violently, in response Dream lets out a choked sound as his entire body grows numb, cold, and jittery from the overuse of sleeping herbs one of the villagers tricked him into taking in his tea—his skull hurts, sweat rolling down his skull, dark yellow tainted bags darken underneath his sockets.
“Nighty, Please!” Dream’s voice cracks, feeling his brother’s hate for him, cursing his very existence, it cuts deep, and it twists further until it tore something away within Dream. He didn’t know what it was, nor will it ever come back ever again, for what was to come will forever change his everything.
“YOU DID THIS TO ME!” Nights' distorted screams bleed out of his teeth, a wave of cyan breaks out from his being shot through his twin as Dream cries out an anguished sob as the last golden apple suddenly under tight pressure leaves Dream light-headed. A wave of pain fills his being and feels chills shooting up his body as Dream shakes his head with unstoppable golding tears rapidly rolling down his cheekbones. Night’s words repeating whispers enveloping the shaking child, circling within his skull repeating his brother's scorching words.
Nightmare froze, seeing a faint glow of a cyan color of magic emerge right in the center of Dream’s sternum where the golden apple is safely kept, rapidly turning his brother’s bones gray. and slowly starting to transform into stone.
“N-Nighty?” Dream cried out and felt another wave of pain all over his body, a burning itch as fear struck his soul as he felt he could no longer move.
“W-What’s happening to me?” Dream cracks out as he grasps his brother's hands, Dream sees his hands growing into a darker shade of gray. Night rips his hands away from his brother, wide-eyed, staring in shock as the gray spread over his brother's bones to his clothes, fading away all the bright color he had.
“Nighty?!”Dream cries out in horror as he cannot feel his feet, nor his legs, and it itches. It burns. Everywhere his body itches, and burns, and it is agonizing that Dream was trying his hardest to choke out his words–his mind filled with pain and fear as his shaking eye-lights stared at Night.
“Night! Please!” Dream cried out in agony, unable to move his legs, his hands reaching out to Night as he sobs out as he sees Night stepping back away from Dream’s reach.
“I-I’m sorry! Nighty, I’m sorry!” Dream sobs, the stone spreads to his waist as a chill runs through the child with endless tears rolling down his face, “Nighty! P-Please come back! I’m sorry!” Dream pleads reaching for his brother, begging to be held onto. Dream’s scared.
“Nighty! Please don't leave me!” Dream screams as his arm freezes, slowly reaching through his other arm—Dream broken, choked-up sobs grow hysterical, while the pain within his chest strikes through him like a knife stabbing him repeatedly.
“Nighty! Please! I n-need you!” Dream screams, he feels a chill up his spine, a horrible feeling that is taking his sight as his body grows numb—like a thousand needles poking every part of his body.
“PLEASE! ” Dream screams at his brother as it suddenly dawned on him that felt death near, he was going to die. He was going to die and Night didn’t care enough to help him, to hold him—anything but just simply staring at him.
“NIGHTY -” the child cries out one last time before his voice cuts off, he can no longer speak. The stone spreads until it reaches his sockets, and a silent scream echoes within Dream as his sight smothers him into darkness.
All Dream could hear was silence for a few minutes until his brother finally spoke; “...I needed you.” Nightmare says a wave of guilt and grief overwhelms Dream as he suffers in silence.
“I needed you, and you were never THERE! ” Nightmare screeches, his tentacles sharpen and slam against the stone repeatedly, yet the stone remains unharmed further seethes the dark prince with anger. Dream cries within his mind, begging for forgiveness while Nightmare stares at his brother’s statue form, listening to the deafening silence with his mind empty. Nightmare’s emotions numbed as he continued to stare at the frozen statue.
Nightmare remained there for hours, staring at the statue unable to think, or feel anything. He stood there in front of the statue for hours, surrounded by silence until finally, all the dark prince wanted now was to leave, and never come back. He nodded to himself as his cyan eye-light glared at his brother.
The dark prince lets out a bitter chuckle and with a scowl; “Now it’s my turn to leave you.” he declares to his ‘dead’ stoned brother, and he turns away. He didn’t know where, but he certainly wasn’t going to stay here while he was completely oblivious to Dream's silenced screams for Nightmare to come back to him.
This World may be dead, but it will always find a way to rehabilitate itself with time, and that is exactly what the world did during those five hundred years.
Over a hundred years the blood-scarlet sky slowly faded into a darker shade of blue, and its stars decorated the night sky, but the Moon was stuck in its ‘New Moon’ phase, yet mournfully its Sun ever truly return, so neither did Plant life, nor its animals as long as the Moon remained stagnant.
Two hundred years had passed, and finally, its Moon changed phases; Waning Crescent, yet it wasn’t quite the correct cycle phase, and it remained this way for the next forty-four years.
In its two hundred forty-fifth year, the Moon phases into its; Third Quarter, heavy dark storm clouds gathered together, and strikes of lightning followed by thunder sliced away the silence. It began to rain. It never stopped raining, it continued to rain and it created a flood.
The world remains in this phase for fifty-four years. In its three hundredth year, the Moon again had phased into its; Waning Gibbous, and the thunderstorm had finally finished reigning over the world after so long, all that was left were the sounds of calming waves. And it remained in this state for a hundred years.
In its four-hundredth year, the water slowly began to decrease, little by little the water level grew smaller until the stoned statue revealed itself among the gentle waves as the Moon’s reflection was disrupted by the statue that stood upon its rippling reflection. The pale light of the Moon rested against the statue, and it remained this way for twenty-nine years.
The dead plants remained dead, up until its four hundred-thirtieth year, it was then when the Moon finally reached its ‘Full Moon’ phase, and from that very night, the world began to truly flourish for the next seventy years.
It’s now been five hundred years since the apple incident, waves continued to remain passive while the darkened leaves of trees rustled against the wind, as flocks of Nightingale birds sang all through the night with occasional owl calls now and then accompanied by crickets.
The moon remains upon the night sky along with its stars, yet its sun never returns.
In five days, the world will be visited by an outcode, and the statue will break all thanks to her free from its frozen state, yet something someone isn’t quite right.
End of Chapter 1_