Memories

Interlude: Another Perspective (I)

hehe, I got a small burst of motivation to write this little bonus scene. Enjoy 

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A lady, a young adult in appearance, walked down the stone stairs humming merrily. Once she had reached the bottom, she did a small hop and immediately rushed to the closest metal door. With strength that did not seem to be able to fit in her body, she broke open the chunk of steel.

"Fated!~" she sang happily, looking around only to be faced with a small skeleton with four wings. "...oh." she chuckled nervously, "Hey kid, how have you been?"

The child stared at the lady with his cloudy eyes before blinking. "Lady Matchmaker." he muttered with a monotone voice, "I...I did not expect you to come. You are not meant to be in here."

"It's fine~" Matchmaker giggled, her fluffy cherry blossom hair swaying as she tilted her head. "No matter how much she denies it, Fated loves me and wouldn't ever kick me out."

The skeleton sighed and simply turned to look away, once again leaning down to clean up what seemed to be shattered glass and a mysterious blue liquid. "What's that?" Matchmaker frowned, quickly kneeling down to help with the messy cleanup.

"...another experiment." The child answered quietly, as if afraid to speak any louder. "Creator passed out again due to her lack of sleep during another one of her tests. Luckily, this one was simply a mixture of harmless chemicals and the Integrity trait. It did not hurt her, other than some cuts from the glass when she dropped the conical flask."

"...and what about all this paper?" Matchmaker inquired, picking up a couple of sheets of paper that had been scattered around the room. The deity narrowed her eyes as she read the information written neatly in cursive.

"I am not allowed to tell you about that, Lady Matchmaker."

"'Memoryverse 1(01), experiment interrupted?' What happened to Memoryverse?" She asked, 'When did Fated start to experiment with this multiverse? I thought she was currently working on Dreamswap 1836(27)?'

The small skeleton paused. "Creator would not be happy if I told you." he answered.

"Come on, please kid?"

"...alright." he finally agreed reluctantly. "The destroyer was taken by one of the other deities that govern Memoryverse. The experiment was mainly focused on the destroyer so now she has to change the entire plan for the test. The observation of the destroyer will continue due to him being connected to her since she governs his fate, he will not be leaving the area that she is confined to due to the entity she calls 'Shell'. However, the experiment revolving around Memoryverse Entities Mind and Memory is still ongoing since they were not affected by the change. She is currently forcing the entities of Memoryverse to act quickly so that she could see what they're p-"

"Colourless." Matchmaker said, voice cold. "Memoryverse doesn't have a destroyer. Memoryverse isn't meant to have a destroyer."

The child froze, the name being the cause. "...Colourless?" he echoed with a shaky voice. "M...my name is not Colourless. I do not have a name. I'm not supposed to have a name." he snapped in a short burst of anger.

Matchmaker recoiled, realizing her mistake. "Sorry." she apologized, "I forgot about that. I'll stop asking about Memoryverse for now."

The skeleton nodded silently and went back to pick up the scattered bits of paper.

"...could you at least tell me if you remember anything? About the past people you met? The knowledge she erased over and over again? What about Shell?"

The small child shook his head emotionlessly. "I do not and will not remember anything. I do not need to, I do not want to. If my creator wishes for me to forget, I will do so." he said sternly. Matchmaker glanced over at the corner of the room where two plushies sat innocently, their existence denying everything the child had just said.

"...ok. I guess that's fine. Now, where's Fated? I came here to give her a hug!" she proclaimed loudly, getting a strong tug on her shirt from the child that stood in front of her. "Quiet. Creator is currently sleeping." he gestured to a wooden desk in the corner. There, glimpses of red hair could be seen under a mountain of books and paper.

"Oh." Matchmaker chirped awkwardly. "...whaaat about...I tell you stories then? Stories about when Fated was smaller and even cuter than she is now. Before she created you and was actually not the best with her powers."

Colourless perked up at the chance of learning something new about his creator, but tilted his head at the mention of her being "cute".

"...Ok."