I Head Down The Road To The Taller Building, Hoping There's Another Big Road Headed To The Smaller One
I head down the road to the taller building, hoping there's another big road headed to the smaller one down the way. as I walk, I try to keep my distance from any alleyways. I don't want that monster coming back for me anytime soon.
actually, I start to think. just where did that thing go?
I look around, trying to spot either the large-mouthed creature, or the timid kid in the crowd or in the alleys. as I turn to look in front of me again, I hear a loud boom, followed by people moving away from the sound.
but, oddly enough, they didn't run, or even seem scared.
but then, the people in the front started to scream and yell, telling everyone to run. I heard something about "the glowing fox" happening.
I force my way through the fleeing crowd, trying to get a glimpse of what this "glowing fox" could be.
but as I get closer, I see a glimpse of a young man that's tearing people apart. I look down at the floor and see scattered limbs and broken bodies littering the ground. there's so much blood that I can't see the ground.
I look back up and see the man right in my face, grinning ear to ear.
"why HELLO THERE! and WHAT made you THINK that approaching me IN THIS state, was a SMART THING to do?"
I stood there, stunned.
the man I saw tearing into people just moments ago in a frenzied rush was now right in front of me, and trying to converse with me.
"OH, you're not one to TALK, ARE YOU? YOU seem a little SHOCKED at MY THIRST FOR fun right NOW. well NO MATTER, I'LL HAVE some FUN WITH you instead."
the man swiped his arm at me.
I could barely see him move.
but somehow, I ducked under his attack.
the man looked down at me as I looked up at him.
"oh. those eyes. I WON'T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE this, WILL I?"
won't be able to survive? what is this guy saying?
but before I knew it, he swiped his right arm at me. I didn't even see him move. I should be dead.
but then why am I now at a distance from him? did I dodge that attack again? but how?
the man kept grinning. that put me off. if he was going to die like he said he would, why was he so damn happy?
the man lunged at me. but this time I could see it. I grabbed onto his arm as he came in for another swipe and tried to sidestep his attack, throwing him off balance.
but when I flung my arm to try to throw him, he went flying into a nearby building, almost breaking the wall down.
did I do that? I looked down at my hands in awe. do I really have that much strength?
the man got up and laughed. "NOW THIS is a FIGHT!"
the man lunged again. I could see everything clearly now. his momentum. his steps on the ground. his arm winding up for a horizontal slash. his breathing. his eyes.
…his eyes.
his eyes had a slight glow to them. I don't know how I couldn't see it earlier, but his eyes looked colorful. they had this orange color swirling in them… wait, no. it's a combination of orange, red, yellow, and green. yes, I'm sure those are the colors. they're swirling in his eyes. swirling and swirling, dancing to a rhythm that isn't a rhythm, a song that can't be heard, a beat that can't be felt.
he's getting closer, but I don't care. those moving colors are so beautiful. his arm is close. his smile is too wide. but those patterns look so mesmerizing. his arm is almost at my stomach. those swirling colors are majestic.
I don't know how long it happened for, but it felt like forever. his arm swiped across my stomach for so long. I felt no pain from it. I reached out to grab his eyes. to try to have those beautiful colors for myself.
my arms reached out. they were fast compared to how slow everything was moving. I grabbed his eyes. I pulled them out. there was no blood. only two dark holes.
I looked down at my hands. at the eyes they held. there were no colors anymore. his eyes didn't hold them.
the man collapsed to the floor as time sped back up to normal.
everyone around me looked at me in shock. some in horror.
the man grabbed my leg and said "please. please give me back my eyes. I need them." the holes that were once his eyes had finally started bleeding. the crimson red streaks flowed down his face like tears, begging me to return what I had taken.
but his eyes had lied to me. their colors had disappeared.
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a- another one???
I open my eyes and sit up. I'm in a dark, open place. the floor is covered in a thin layer of what feels like water. there's a faint glow of light in the distance. in it, a silhouette.
I lay back down, hoping the figure didn't notice me. I keep my eyes on it just in case.
"you are a threat to my plans." the silhouette shifts in place as I realize it knows I'm here. the voice is quiet and calm, almost like a whisper. if the silhouette wasn't there, I wouldn't know where it was coming from. it reverberated in my head. I could feel it in my body.
I stood up and looked at the silhouette, shouting "why am I here? who are you?"
the silhouette appeared in front of me, and I stumbled backwards in fear. "no need to shout. you'll be gone soon. as for where you are, you are in your mind. as for who I am…"
as the silhouette stood there, I saw two weird shapes open up in its head. it looked like a strange symbol at first, but… it wasn't anything like that. it was its eyes. it looked as if it had a pair of eyes overlapping each other. I tried to run. I tried to scramble backwards. I tried to move.
but I was frozen in place, unable to even twitch a finger. its eyes were mesmerizing in the most terrifying way. I was afraid, but I couldn't look away from that fear.
"my name is archo."
I didn't dare say anything.
"you are an inconsistency. you are an undesired variable in my equation for perfect chaos. you must be cut out. your presence is endangering my progress towards perfect chaos. I must make sure that you do not hinder my work."
the silhouette of archo seemed to lean towards me.
"I will have order."
I lay there staring at this thing for what seemed like forever. my hands started to get weak holding me up. my vision started to darken.
soon my vision went completely dark. I couldn't see it anymore, and I collapsed. but the liquid… it didn't feel like water anymore. it felt much more viscous and concentrated… it felt like blood.
I felt a chill down my spine. I leaned my head back to look behind me.
I saw another silhouette, twitching violently in a darker light.
I kept my eyes on it as I turned around to stand up, but as my head rotated to be the right way up, the other silhouette didn't seem to move. it was as if it was attached to my eyes, staying the same as when I first saw it — upside down and shaking.
as I stood up, my foot came down too hard and the liquid splashed. I stood stock still, hoping that the silhouette didn't hear me. but as I stood there, I saw the liquid float up in front of me. I looked down at my foot to see the strange liquid floating around it, as if all of the gravity around it had dissipated.
I looked up only to see the silhouette in front of me, trembling violently. I slip and fall backwards, sending more of the liquid into the air as it flies off into oblivion.
"you've seen it too? the unknowable? the unlivable?"
I look at this new silhouette. its voice is quiet, but it has a certain excitedness to it. the silhouette crouches down next to me as I look at it. it lowers it's hand into the liquid and lifts it back up. the liquid flies off into the air. but as the silhouette moves his hand back downwards, the liquid flies back to its hand, swirling around it at varying speeds.
"the vast chaos about the multiverse is so fun, don't you agree? the colors, the sounds, the feelings… but there's still an order to them."
the silhouette starts to vibrate and tremble even more.
"but I wish for a place where constants don't exist. a place where colors don't see over and power is in-between. a place who purple is under high-pitched wrongs and truth is all but round. the chaos of everything becoming nothing, which in turn becomes everything once again."
I look on at the silhouette, unable to move.
"after all, the sky is made of diamonds. and diamonds are my eyes."
I look on at the quaking mass of darkness in front of me. it stops trembling as it turns to look at me. I can see its eyes… a mass of diamond shapes in ever-changing formations.
"I don't have a name. but you can call me… I think 'the wolf' will suffice."
WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)
Do y'all ever just stop thinking and let your brain take control of your thoughts?
I was walking around one day, and my phone died, so no music. So I was walking back home, and all I could do was listen as my brain just went everywhere all the time. "Jeez, I'm really in the mood for pizza hut. Yo, chipotle sounds pretty good right now. Man, that one thing I did back in 4th grade was pretty edgy, right? Oh yeah, I forgot I had 3 cats at home, despite how much of my life they take up. Yo, I just had a great idea for the next verse of my song I'm writing- wait, I can't write it down, my phone is dead. Damn, my feet hurt so much. I should probably walk around more often to stretch those muscles again. I need a massage. I wonder how many pancakes it would take to crush Ohio. What would happen if I- oh, I'm home? Welp, time to charge my phone and drink half a gallon of chocolate milk in 30 seconds."
I'm about to have my villain origin story soon because I'm listening to 7 conversations happening at once with no conversation of my own to distract me from the others.
So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.
I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.
I have a love/hate relationship with my writing.
I can be making something that I think is the funniest shit I've ever come up with, and then the very next combination of words I happen to conjure into existence makes me say "what the fuck am I doing" out loud.
i've been trying everything i could to get this one ask to work.
i'm sorry, lone anon, but i cannot answer what you wish of me. tumblr forbids it.
DAMMIT TUMBLR LET ME ANSWER MY FUCKIN ASKS
After my daily dose of annoying Max, I put in my earbuds and play some lo-fi, while unconsciousness slowly wraps me up in her sweet imbrace.
…
"Your time is almost at hand, son.
Play your part well."
…
I wake up in a cold sweat, paralyzed with fear. I don't know why, but I feel like something big is gonna happen soon. That voice… where do I know it from?
What did I dream about again?
Regardless, I find the strength to get out of bed. I'll need some water after… whatever just happened.
I look around to try to find the clock. It's two in the morning.
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