The Truth Slowly Revealed

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Dark Pit woke up that morning. He lived in a small hidden house, where he wouldn't be bothered. After he ate and changed he flew through the air, using Pandora's powers. It was still pretty early in the morning, the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, making the sky melt from the yellowish-orange to the deep blue. Dark Pit took a deep breath and smiled, but he was soon interrupted by a Goddess.
"Dark Pit's smiling? And not fighting at the same time? That's new!"
Dark Pit growled at the voice and his smile turned into a frown, "What do you want Viridi?"
The Goddess of Nature laughed, "I wanted to talk to you about Pit."
"What for?"
"I don't think that's Pit. It might be someone else."
"What are you saying?"
"It may be the Chaos Kin but one thing scratches that off the list."
"And what exactly is that?"
The Goddess was silent for a moment, "I'll show you. It's about to happen, anyways."
Before the Dark Angel could question what Viridi was talking about, a blinding white light struck his eyes with the sound of a loud crack. Dark Pit closed his eyes and covered his ears. He felt his feet touch ground and he hesitantly opened his eyes. He was inside a white void.
Dark Pit looked around, "Viridi? Where am I?"
"We are inside Pit's dreams," Viridi replied.
Dark Pit turned around and saw the Goddess.
"Why are we here? And why is it so empty?"
Viridi started to walk in one direction, beckoning, "Follow me."
The angel rolled his eyes and followed Viridi. The two of them walked for what felt like forever to Dark Pit, until Dark Pit saw Pit. He had no wings and was wearing normal human clothes, a white sweatshirt and jeans.
Dark Pit was a little worried. "Pit?" he asked.
Viridi looked over at Dark Pit and said, "He can't hear us. Now listen."
Dark Pit looked over at Pit and saw him crumple up the paper he was holding.
Pit sighed and started to sing, "We don't need these unclean feelings,
or these unpleasant thoughts
Look, for everyone to be happy
is expecting too much, it's this dirty

"Everyone is different" people say,
Our values and pleasures are the same
But if it becomes inconvenient this time,
It's "we're only human" just saying whatever you want

So then, make a proper textbook with proper defenitions
the ideal way of life, with pure, proper boy-girl relationships

That's right, when we say we're lonely,
and just pretend tounderstand each other
the truth is, we're mistaking satisfaction for love
we really don't undestand anything, huh

We're pretty useless the human race
it is already much too late
beacause our instincts fit on
whichever wavelength is convenient

In our dirtied feelings
our hearts are like stone
the disastrous scene we all seek
is already so dirty, dont touch me

Your sob stories, have been continuing for awhile now
What're you trying to do? pooking fun, jeering
and when you've had enough no luaghing, isn't that strange?

Always worrying too much about your appearance
Almost as though you're facing your enemy
It's pretty dangerous inside your head

That's right, we're always poisoned with greed
We quickly get tired of what we obtain and throw it out
and then we quickly find our next toy, and say
"I dont have anyone but you"

In the end, I guess it's like that
after all, humans are quite selfish
even we're like that
slowly being dyed in a dirty color

It's like I'm cooling down
I don't want to see any more hypocrisy
That's why I'd rather cry it all out
Look, dont get any closer to me

Night describes an overflowing dream
Morning embraces shining hope
Facing forward purely and properly
"wait. Don't push yourself."

There'es no one who'd say that
crying, struggling, on the verge of tears
How many times have I had these thoughts
I love cleanliness too much, so
I don't want to see anything anymore

We're pretty useless the human race
it is already much too late
in this world filled with egoism
even taking a breath is difficult.

Everyone understands that we're selfish; what values?
so shut your mouth I don't know any more
well then, bye bye."

((Original Song: Clean Freak by Gumi: http://youtu.be/pVuGR0faZm4))

The dream started to evaporate and when Dark Pit opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on one of the flying islands of Skyworld. Dark Pit wondered why Pit would dream of that. Why would he say such things? Didn't he care for the humans?

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