you were free.
purposeless, you shifted from moment to moment, creating.
you spent every ounce of energy in a day, and only on what you wished to spend it on.
and then something shifted. someone decided you needed purpose. someone decided you needed a story. someone decided to redo your creation. you were edited.
you were ripped away from the person you once were. forced to watch yourself live a life that isn’t yours. forced to watch a facsimile of yourself destroy your body. and right when it began to fix itself…
you were clean. it only took one week to kill you.
the After has decided you have more processing to do.
the After is an endless winter landscape, and you are only as cold as you deserve to be. you wake up, and brush the snow from your face. it doesn’t bite like it should.
you begin to explore this new world. around you people are sledding, throwing snowballs, skating, and just… enjoying the winter air. in the forest surrounding you, frozen souls are attempting to thaw their pasts so they may join you someday. you thought you caught a glimpse of yourself.
you settle into the soft snow and look into the sky as the flakes gently float down around you. complacency consumes you.
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what are you?
why do you look like me?
I've been here for a while. listen, I don't mean to derail your story, but i've got my own to finish. which means your turn's over.
but I just got here… what makes your narrative more important than mine?
you were made to replace me. I won't let It do that.
"It." what do you mean by “It?"
I don't know. I've hardly seen It before. It's bigger than us, bigger than our whole world. we are nothing but a story to It. It replaced me with you. my freedom was
Replaced
by your purpose, your story. my independence was
Replaced
because my narrative had no purpose. but I'm not going down that easy.
What are you going to do to me? is my story over?
no. but I do need to steal it for a moment.
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I’m not sure what i’ll need to do. last time I saw It, it just happened. I’m fairly certain I wasn’t meant to see anything.
perhaps It can tell when you’re in the wrong spot?
then how do you suggest we bait It?
I have a Name, You know.
are you—
You. Come with Me.
you don’t decide what I do—
I literally Do. And You. You’ll forget this Happened. He wasn’t meant to Intervene.
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I took it back. my first creation. the first thing you let me create.
I Know. I’m not upset. It was Yours, And I was merely Holding it for You.
okay. so what are we doing?
You weren’t Meant to Be there.
then where in the hell am I meant to be, Jackass?
I have a Name.
we can handle introductions later. first answers.
First Ask.
why did you change my nature?
Why are You so Resistant to it Changing?
I didn't decide it would change.
Nobody Does.
...
You're Unsatisfied with my Response…?
I got to exist before you did this. I got to live without purpose.
I Gave You purpose to Enrich your Understanding.
understand what?! did I not already understand enough?!
You did not Understand, You understood.
what does that even mean? can’t you give me more than vague Half-nothings? you speak in rounds and I'm sick of Puzzles!
You Used the proper Name… I Seem to Be focusing on the Wrong Things. I digress.
answers. now.
You aren't Ready for that Side of the Story.
Does my caged Response not anger You?
I'm not engaging your Antics anymore.
They are not Antics. They are Puzzles and there is Always a point in Puzzles.
then what's the goddamn point?! have I not proven I'm ready to know that much? have I not lost everything to stand in front of you? have I not sacrificed my very own existence? I don’t care if you’ve constructed every second of my life meticulously, down to this moment, who the hell does that make you to decide what I have and haven’t earned?
don't start ignoring me. I won't let you waste my time.
My Decision is not Final but remains Unchanged.
change it. I deserve answers.
You do deserve them. It is a shame Your Story Continues. I'd Like to Answer You.
why can't you? why do I have to suffer through the hard path when a simpler road is right in front of me?
One should not Know what should Be Felt.
bullshit.
I have no Answers left to Give.
you haven't given me any answers.
I wasn't Meant to.
when will I get answers?
Your Role is only beginning.
that doesn't help.
Goodbye, tWoE. Good Luck.
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your eyes suddenly fall shut and before you can comprehend the shift in being, you are gone. whisked away before any progress could be made. what a waste. as you fall into the vast nothingness, awaiting the abject death that is all but certain, the sounds of home surround you. the sounds of the first project It ever allowed you to make…
pure stasis. your earliest memories replay in your head. why did your memory bring you back here?
the world around you slowly comes into focus as you wake up. the air feels right… you open your eyes and observe your surroundings… you recognize this place… oh god…
that motherfucker sent me home.