Special Short - Experience the Void

[Merci]

[center]Once again, I was bored.

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"FATHER!" He called out. "FATHER! HELP ME, FATHER!"

But there was no reply. His father, looking down at him with only a disappointed look, grew smaller and smaller until he was no more.

He was falling. He had been falling for a while. He saw only darkness, and nothing more. He simply continued on falling, with no one to save him. He began to swear. He swore at his mother for not being there during the plane crash. He swore at his friends for leaving him with his father. And most of all, he swore at his father for abandoning him.

His fall began to decrease after a few minutes, and soon his fall had halted completely, but his feet didn't touch the ground. It was an experience he had never felt before. He heard absolutely nothing, he felt absolutely nothing, and he saw absolutely nothing, nothing but absolute darkness.

He began to scream for help. He moved about helplessly in blind rage, screaming. He screamed, not knowing that the nearest life was over a thousand light-year away, which is the distance traveled by light in a year, and to say 'light is pretty fast' is an understatement. No one came to help. There was no one, no one at all who would help him. He soon began to realize that fact, but it took over an hour, maybe more, for it to sink it.

He began to reflect on his entire life.

It had been a short one, as he had only four years of memory.

He began to think about his mother, who he knew he will never meet again. He didn't know a lot about her, but she must have been absolutely insane to take a liking to his father, who was cruel and heartless.

His father. He didn't know a lot about his father, either, but at least he had revealed himself. His father could travel between dimensions somehow, but he didn't understand a lot about that either.

He then began to think about the good times he had had in his own world. It was kind of ugly, with the world in a devastating situation. He was part of an organization called Sanctum, led by a group of three people who carried special avatars within themselves, though he couldn't recall how he joined. It was too vague a memory. The Sanctum fought against the Wicked Gods and the Malefic Trinity, but he couldn't remember why.

What he did remember is that he had fought against one of the Malefic Trinity once, called Araisk. The other two members of the Malefic Trinity were called Blache and Malefis. The Malefic Trinity were created by a wicked god sealed within the Lifestream in order to free it, but all three members had their own agenda.

The negative energy of the world had created the Wicked Gods, who had to select a 'bearer' for them to communicate through since they couldn't come into the physical world for long periods of time.

Ultimately, Sanctum prevailed, though mostly due to the help of the three Dragon-Marked, who helped them to the extent that the dark beast sealed within the Lifestream was ultimately destroyed along with the Wicked Gods, while the Malefic Trinity were purified and returned to their own world.

That was when his father appeared, of course, and taught him about what lay outside that dimension, and it turned out that there were many dimensions. He also told him about how he came to be in in the Sanctum's dimension.

He had died in a plane crash, but his father revived him, though incompletely. With the name Anonymous, his father had sent him to the Sanctum's dimension in order to him to gain experiences and a heart, and an appearance, and last of all, a name. His name. It was slipping away from him already. Everything was slipping away from him. He closed his eyes and tried moving around, but his body refused to sleep. He hated everything, everyone. No exceptions.

He screamed again as hard as he could, but no matter how hard he screamed, there was no one to hear him.

No one.

He laughed since now that he thought about it, it was funny. Everything was a joke, right? Existence doesn't exist after all.

It was all just a dream.

What was a dream, anyway?

He laughed on and on, no longer caring about anything. But for a moment his arms dropped, and they touched the black coat that he wore, and for a moment he felt its cloth.

[i]You smell of Sanctrum.[/i] A dark voice said. [i]But you seem very strange, unnecessarily wearing a black coat that gives you as little protection as a cat's fur.[/i]

For a moment, he was surprised, and he looked around to find the source of the voice. And for a moment, he could think again.

The voice, he recognized it. It was of Araisk. He only imagined it, but it seemed so real. Then again, he didn't have much of a grasp on reality anymore. How long had it been already? A few days?

[i]Why do you fight for the Sanctum?[/i] Another dark, yet this time feminine, voice asked. [i]They offer nothing. Nothing but hardship without reward![/i]

He clenched his fists as the memory of that event returned to him. The one who had said that was the bearer of one of the three Wicked Gods. Which one was it? The Eraser, The Wicked Eraser, that was what it was called. And it nearly erased him from existence. Nearly, but right now, he was in something worse than that anyway.

[i][color=gray]There are dimensions everywhere, and multiverses of those dimensions, and even greater multiverses to hold those multiverses. It's like a hundred containers within a bigger container, which a part of a hundred containers itself within an even greater container, and so on.[/color][/i]

That was his father. He clenched his fists even harder until they began to bleed. If he would be stuck in this place for infinity, then he would hate his father for infinity.

[font=courier]We are the Mu.[/font] A blank voice then said. [font=courier]We will always be grateful for your existence. Within any point in existence, if you are in need of assistance, we will help you.[/font]

He grinned for a moment as he remembered who said that. The Mu Spirits. Since the beginning of time they have had nothing to remember, and no reason to feel. When he accidentally stumbled upon their realm while in the Sanctum's dimension, they were so grateful that something happened, that they made a pledge, an oath, and a promise to forever serve him. Just his luck. He would miss them kind of, being in the void that he was in, unable to escape.

[font=gray][i]Remember that everything to do with thirteen accelerates entropy, thus anything to do with thirteen is a friend.[/i][/font]

He opened his eyes. What was the first thing the first Mu Spirit that he encountered said? It had something to do with thirteen. . .

[font=courier]Thirteen Summon.[/font]

That was it. Summon. He still had his deck! His deck had the Mu Spirits!" He reached into his pocket and took out his deck.

"THIRTEEN SUMMON!" He shouted out.

[u][size="7"][b][i]"THIRTEEN SUMMON!!!!!!!!!"[/i][/b][/size][/u]

Then a flash of white light came from his deck, and white humanoid beings but in all shapes and sizes appeared. They danced around him, and he smiled for a moment. His legs wobbled for a moment, and he could feel again.

He felt solid ground beneath his feet. He was relieved. He was ever so relieved. He collapsed onto the grass beneath him, with all the Mu Spirits gathered around him in a circle.

He reached into his pocket again, and felt a hard metallic object. He took it out. It was a golden medal, given to him in his participation of saving the Sanctum's world. For a moment, light reflected around it, and he saw his own reflection. He was pale, so pale the gold color couldn't hide it. His hair had grown abnormally longer, and his eyes looked red. But most of all, he looked older, truly older. He had grown.

Then he got up. He had finally realized one thing. What his father had taught him was not enough. What he had experienced and felt was not enough. It was too little. He needed more knowledge. He had not ever had the experience of an ordinary childhood, and the memories of his own childhood was gone forever. How did his father come to obtain his powers? How did he manage to survive a long time inside the void? How did that even work? How were gods born? How did existence come to be? What is it like to be an insect or a god? What if there was something the multiverses haven't covered yet? Where or when did existence come to be? How does time and space work?

How would all those answers be questioned?

He had forgotten his name already, although he remembered everything else. He looked around him, looking at the Mu Spirits around him, and a huge grin formed on his face.

"Friends, today, witness the birth of the [b]Tao King!"[/b]
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[Kōsuke Ueki]

What...the...Hell?!

Is this supposed to go somewhere? I was confused from the beginning.

[Merci]

Exactly that.