Years Ago, Amidst The Collapse Of The Chapters Of Truth.
"You know what is going to happen, right? If you force my hand?"
"Be Fair, Blue. Don't Do This, Brother."
"You leave me no choice, T. You never leave me any choice."
"Please. A Trade. How About That?"
"You are willing to bargain for him? For Roman? What do you have to offer?"
"I Offer Myself. Sacrifice. Take Me. Do Not Take Him."
"You are willing to do that?"
"Come On, Of Course! We Are Family!"
"We are *anything* BUT family, T!"
"Please. Take Me Instead."
"As you wish."
"You know what is going to happen, right? If you force my hand?"
"Be Fair, Blue. Don't Do This, Brother."
"You leave me no choice, T. You never leave me any choice."
"Please. A Trade. How About That?"
"You are willing to bargain for him? For Roman? What do you have to offer?"
"I Offer Myself. Sacrifice. Take Me. Do Not Take Him."
"You are willing to do that?"
"Come On, Of Course! We Are Family!"
"We are *anything* BUT family, T!"
"Please. Take Me Instead."
"As you wish."
Once Upon A Black Moon, A Monster Came To Me
"Well, well, look at you. And who are you supposed to be?"
"I--- I have no--No name. They call me monster."
"Right. And what do you want, monster?"
"Why... Why am I here?"
"Ah. You need guidance. You need a story."
"A--a--a story?"
"Once upon a time, a lonely entity, older than the gods themselves, came across a manuscript. Realizing this manuscript held power in it, he got curious, as most curious creatures are. And he opened it."
"Ma-ma-manuscript?"
"This entity found power in it... the minute he touched it; but he still felt alone. So he traveled far, upon worlds and mountains and comic book pages, until one day, he found The Writer. Sitting in a lonely office, with white walls and white halls. No windows and no freedom and no air to breathe. Just...emptiness."
"Emptiness..."
"'Why am I here?' the entity asked The Writer."
"Yes.. yes, why?"
"'To kill a God. An old Guardian. A Keeper of Keys. Keeper of Power,' The Writer replied."
"Who is it?"
"The most Happy of them all."
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"Well, well, look at you. And who are you supposed to be?"
"I--- I have no--No name. They call me monster."
"Right. And what do you want, monster?"
"Why... Why am I here?"
"Ah. You need guidance. You need a story."
"A--a--a story?"
"Once upon a time, a lonely entity, older than the gods themselves, came across a manuscript. Realizing this manuscript held power in it, he got curious, as most curious creatures are. And he opened it."
"Ma-ma-manuscript?"
"This entity found power in it... the minute he touched it; but he still felt alone. So he traveled far, upon worlds and mountains and comic book pages, until one day, he found The Writer. Sitting in a lonely office, with white walls and white halls. No windows and no freedom and no air to breathe. Just...emptiness."
"Emptiness..."
"'Why am I here?' the entity asked The Writer."
"Yes.. yes, why?"
"'To kill a God. An old Guardian. A Keeper of Keys. Keeper of Power,' The Writer replied."
"Who is it?"
"The most Happy of them all."
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