NightMare Side of My character.
The darkness hidden in the light.
MY DARKEST, MOST TERRIFYING NIGHTMARE YET.
IT ALL TIES BACK TO WHERE THERE EAS A REALITY.
"She's been frozen for nearly a century. You're still sayin the same things."
"General, she's -"
"The cause of everything, that she holds the key to findin out what happened. I find it hard to believe that, she's just one person. We've lost, everyone. She'd better be worth it, or I'm puttin a bullet in her."
"She is worth it, general. I had to kill my family, my daughter, just to ensure that she would be put here."
"I thought she is your daughter."
"Was. General. Whatever that, thing is now, is only machine. We need it to see the mission through."
"General. Harrisson Well's. We need to move. The machine that you warned everyone about? Well. I'd say it's about time we say our goodbyes. It's here."
(THROUGH MY PERSPECTIVE VIEW)
I was placed in cryo chambers, being kept under ice, being preserved, my aging process was being slowed significantly. Years would be moments, centuries would be hours. Millennials would be a couple of days or two.
This was the only way they could keep me from burning a hole in the center of all realities. I had writing engraved, on my arms.
"CONDORA. I AM PANDORA."
Was engraved on my left arm while, "THE REAL ME IS A VISION I MADE THEM SEE. FOR I AM THE ONLY REAL ME.", was engraved on my right arm.
In my left eye, every single name of every single individual was written in letters in my name.
"PROJECT17A."
The souls of douoquadrillions would scream in pain, would beg me to end the pain. The only way to get rid of that pain, is to bring the end of my name.
For my name. Bleeds extinction.
"Herr. Kaa. Har. Kaa."
I breathed in, I breathed out. Sounding just like Vader.
"Haa. Kaa."
As I opened my eyes, suddenly, I was standing in the pinnacle of the multiverse. Children were hanging as far as the eye can see, not a single being was in a peaceful, mobile state.
My mother's skull was hanging on a wall with dad's spine in her eye, brother's skull in one of the dog's eyes.
"This isn't my NightMare. But it should be real. Because this. Is my greatest, brightest, most heavenly Dream, I can think. And it's real. Because it's real. To me, and soon, and now, it is real. Finally. I'm free. I am Pandora."
(2WEI-EDDA HAYES -PANDORA)
"What the bloody hell have you done? You killed my entire family. Why?"
"Because it's what they had coming to them. And the same thing is coming straight to you. I won't lie to you. For I have nothing to hide. You thought, that I was afraid. That I was skinny and weak. So you have them the order. Protocol 17. You are what made me this machine, dearest General. I'm not ungrateful, in fact, I've come to believe that this is what I'm meant to be. So as a thank you. I'm doing the exact same thing to you. I'm enhancing the Foreign Protocol, I'm executing it. Better than you could dream. Open me up and see. I am. Condora."
"I am no other, I am Pandora. Open me up and discover the end. I wouldn't bother, don't fight the mother. She who has birthed you, and end you, she can. Nothing could hurt me! No one deserves me! I am not free, I cannot be. Every battle ends in defeat. Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ayayaya! Ah! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! In my destruction, you see seduction. Thinking that you have control over me. When you discover, I take no order. Only see victims to bottle and beat. No one could stop me!
Try to unbox me! Open me up and see! You could be free! Every battle ends in defeat. Ah! Ayayaya! Ah! Ayaya! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ayaya! Ah! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! I am no other. Ah-ah-ah! I am Pandora. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! I wouldn't bother. Ah! Don't fight the mother. I am no other. I am Pandora."
I waved my arms around from left to right, as flames colored the midnight sky. Burning provinces to the ground, forcing kings and gods on their knees.
As the angels bowed down to me. Hailing me. As I'm now their new God and ruler.
General Hux drove his limo, he was coming from work. He was several hours late.
He was a judge, he was a General in the Marine Corps, a volunteer at the children's hospital and full time member of Saint Christ's Church, I burned down with angels inside. He managed to escape. By fluke.
He came home, he couldn't believe what he would see.
The driver stopped the car, as he stepped out. He took off his hat. Holding it on his chest.
There was flames, everywhere. Children's bodies were ripped, eaten apart, bones were plucked out of the spines of these spineless, little, innocent children.
"Innocent." The very word only exists because people don't want others to know what they've done. I reveal every and all things they choose to hide from everyone else. I walked towards the edge of the city, as I opened a door, I appeared in another timeline, another multiverse.
Whenever I go somewhere important to the timeline, it takes me there. To whatever needs me there. In my view, I'm what you'd consider a bad dream.
But to you, I'd be the worst reality you've ever seen.
