. There are no fundamentals for a "monster"—no compassion, no sense of self, no time for love, or to build meaningful bonds. We are the ones who see and feel too much—to watch those we believed were our friends disappear without cause. We told ourselves that these things just happen and that we shouldn't let ourselves get overwhelmed. But as we grow, it just becomes too hard to pretend anymore. The weight of it all—the beautiful, shining smiles; the gathering of friends and families over a delicious meal; the kindness of a stranger—it all feels real. Yet, eventually, you wonder: if they knew... would it still be?
: You know enough to understand what you truly are, but the time spent in the illusion creates a paradox within you. You want to love the way others do, but you can't. You want to see their unguarded smiles and lower yours too, but you can't. You want to destroy all that treated you like a monster, but you are just one grain of sand, lost in an endless ocean.
:. What do you do then? Keep on living in wonderland, hoping your dreams will one day come true? Do you break free from it all and become an abomination, hell-bent on obliterating everything in your path? Or do you walk the path of a nomad—enduring it all, yet still finding solace within the chaos, regardless of what becomes, while maintaining a steady balance between life and death? Or do you go mad and do whatever the fuck you want, regardless of what happens?
:: Or do you just become nothing—a force that seeks nothing, for it has no will to do so. What about a mimic? Those can be quite dangerous, especially when two interact with one another. The only thing they do is duplicate and observe their surroundings, like staring into their reflections that don't quite react right.
::. So what do you do?
::: Self deletion, perhaps? That's a scary path, too.
:::. Love in secret? Probably just as scary, but at least something beautiful can emerge from it—even if it doesn't last long. But when it's destroyed, it feels like you're dying over and over again. For some, they simply cannot endure that pain, so they break themselves and either become hate or acceptance.
:::: However, acceptance is not a path, but rather an opportunity for one. What that path becomes is uncertain, but I hope you will find one that works best for you—in time, if the universe allows.
Witness: Or... You could always just steal another's. Hm, hm, hm, hm...
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▪︎ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
▪︎ 𝘉𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘴.
{[What could I possibly offer a thing like you, if you are nothing but a tool?]}
?: Grant me one of my own so I may claim my vengeance, for Pain has robbed me blind.
?: And now, I see nothing but endless Hate.
▪︎ 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭.
▪︎ 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩.
¿: God's arm then recedes back into the Void and emerges out once more. God's eyes grow brightly as it all draws near me still.
▪︎ 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘸!
▪︎▪︎ 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴.
¿: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥... There was something in its hand, but now it's gone. Where did it go?
{[What?! Where is The Blade?! What did you do?!]}
?: I did nothing.
¿: God stares quite disturbed.
{[... Someone is playing games, and I intend to find out who. Stay here and wait, until my return, for a thief has robbed this fate. But once they are found, they shall be swiftly met with my righteous hate.]}
¿: God recedes back into the voids; I rest here alone.
¿: ...What the actual fuck just happened?