= Error POV [First Person] =
Music opened the door. My eyes widened as I looked around the island. There was a huge oak tree far from the house, to the right, and the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and orange. The lush grass looked as soft as carpet, and the warm air smelled faintly of honey. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I stepped outside, my feet sinking into the grass. I turned to Music, and he grinned at me.
"Come, I'll show you around,"= Time skip =
Music showed me around the whole island. The oak tree was directly in the middle of the island, and Music's house was in the corner. On the opposite side of the island was a little town, although nobody lived in it. The strange thing however, when I was walking around, I noticed a door seemingly leading to nowhere. I asked Music about it, but he avoided my question.
"Well, that's about it... I am going to add more things to here, since for now it's fairly empty, but I created most of the code so that's out of the way,"
"Code?" I asked.
"Ah... it's what everything is made out of, in a way. Just like you and I have a soul, and we can live because of it, everything had code, which allows it to exist. We also have code in ourselves," I furrowed my non-existent brow.
"Anyway, lets get back..." Music paused for a moment.
"Actually... would you like to stay over at the town, or would you like to live over at my place?" Music looked at me, his expression unreadable. I liked spending time with Music, and I already got used to his house... besides, even if the island isn't very big, it still is big enough to get lost... what if I fall off the edge? "What if" thoughts clouded my mind.
"Would it bother you if I stayed with you?" I asked nervously. Music smiled at me.
"Of course not, this is your home!" Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.= Small time skip =
I flopped onto the guest bed, thoughts from today's events popping in and out of my head. Suddenly, I remembered- what was that weird door? I nervously sat up in my bed, before standing up and looking out the window outside. I could see the door from a distance. It looked normal, just a plain wooden door. Why did Music avoid my question when I asked him about it? Is he hiding something from me?
I considered going outside, and opening it to see what was on the other side. Maybe it's just nothing... I didn't want to betray Music like that, but... I glanced back outside, the door remaining unchanged. The curiosity got the better of me, and I went outside, making sure the door wouldn't creak as to not wake up Music who already fell asleep. When I closed the front door behind me, I sprinted towards the mysterious door. I slowed down when I got to it, nearly shaking from the excitement and nervousness of what I was about to do. I reached my hand down to the handle, and opened it to reveal... nothing? Everything was just... white. I looked around, before cautiously stepping onto the whiteness. It didn't even look like a room, it was just sort of a... void. I looked back at the door, and saw that it was just that- a door. I couldn't see the rest of the island around it. It didn't look like there was a wall there, however... strange. I closed the door behind me, in case Music saw it opened. There was a yellow music note painted on the door, and the words "MUSICTALE" below it. I turned back to face the vast white space, talking further into it, periodically glancing back at the door to check that it was still there.
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How long have I walked? Time seemed weird here, not that it wasn't already weird in so called "Musictale". Five minutes? Ten? Maybe an hour? I was about to turn back, not seeing anything at all, when I felt a shiver go down my spine.= ??? POV [First Person] =
That was strange, I never felt that presence before. I felt the feeling of fear and uncertainty, but the producer of those emotions was definitely new. I teleported over, making sure that I was quite far away from the being so it wouldn't notice me. I narrowed my eyes, trying to make out who it was. It looked like... Error? That's strange, what's he doing here, and so far away from his domain? I didn't like him, but I decided to talked with him. There wasn't much negative energy around, anyway.
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Musictale
FantasyIn the beginning of existence, there was creativity. From the creativity came everything imaginable. Three brothers, born from pure creativity, came into existence. This is the story of the first brother. Music. Please read this! There are two simil...