Fallen Stars (Male Reader X Furry Sci-Fi) [REWRITE IS OUT]

Extra 1- The Mind of Madness, The Heart of Darkness

Once upon a time, the universe made sense.

It was a chaotic mass of particles that interacted with each other in various unique ways in order to create observable phenomena.

Once, that chaos was something that could be tolerated. Appreciated, even.

Now, the meaninglessness of existence was an abomination. Something unnatural that needed to be eliminated.

These were the words that (F/N) (L/N) had lived by ever since his wife and his two oldest children were killed.

Ever since he had locked himself down in that bunker, he had no other thought than to destroy meaninglessness from existence/ to gain control over the physical/ to ensure the survival of the only light in his dark heart.

For years he researched, he discovered, he created, he failed, he learned, he succeeded. All in a constant loop, all in an effort to survive this dark reality/ to achieve the unachievable/ to protect what was most precious to him.

He had cracked codes. He had discovered and rediscovered. He had studied the Abyss. He had found answers to questions that should have stayed unanswered.

All of it, for the sake of survival/ of clarity/ of salvation.

And he had raged about how naive he was.

He should have known. The coincidences were too much to ignore, yet every thought that it was mere superstition.

But he knew now. Oh, how much he knew and hated the truth.

The seal had been opened, and the four horsemen raged through existence. Judgement day had come and gone, the Rapture took those that were worthy and now all that was left were the damned.

The second Flood didn't come in the form of raging water or seas of flames, but in the form of hateful metal.

Hell tore through humanity, and Heaven decided to watch the world burn.

And so, he raged. He raged and hated, but he did so in his own way.

If the Divine was uncaring and the Demonic was hateful, then he would be something else. He would make something else.

And so, his madness drove him. The hate, the grief, the sadness, the fear, the love, all working together to defy a cruel reality.

And thus, that madness drove him to use his own son. His last hope/ his final legacy/ his only love.

He made him stronger. He made him smarter. He made him better.

There was no hesitation. There was no failure. There was only the path to survival/perfection/salvation.

This child who he loved with all his heart would become the cure to meaninglessness. This child, who couldn't remember the face of neither his mother nor his siblings'.

There were times that his mind screamed that he was wasting resources. There were times that it said that things would fail. There were times that it despaired at the pain that his son was being put through.

Every time that happened, he would ignore his mind and keep moving forward.

However, when he found out that he was dying, that he had sacrificed too much of his life to continue moving forward, his mind reacted like that at the same time.

The wasting of precious materials, the inevitability of failure, the torture he had caused to the only person that gave his life meaning. They all screamed at him. And he finally listened.

A fog lifted from his mind, and his first thought of clarity was 'What have I done?'.

He remembered all the times he sent his son to the surface, only for him to return hours later covered in his own blood. He remembered the times he would intentionally botch surgeries so that his son would be more accustomed to pain. He remembered how he had neglected him throughout the entirety of his life, depriving him of any form of love.

He wanted to cry, to plead, to hug him and to apologize to him for the physical and mental torture he had put his own son through, but it was already too late. The child that he held lovingly in his arms was now a scarred young man who knew nothing but violence and pain.

And so he went back to work, now with a different purpose. His son would prosper, he would win. It would happen, even if an eternity had to pass for it to happen. An hour of brainstorming led him to a solution, and a day was all that was needed to achieve it.

Now, with his son safe, with his future secured, with his salvation realized, he would go back to work once again. A brilliant and great mind, once shattered, now glued together, scarred yet united.

His son would wake up once again. (F/N) needed to work on a few gifts for when that happens.

Eight months later, (F/N) (L/N) would die from organ failure due to exhaustion. In those eight months, reality's most powerful tools had been created. Tens of thousands of years later, those tools would be put to use.

And when that happens, the universe will stop making sense.

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Short interlude about the mad scientist (F/N) (L/N) and a few hints at what is about to come.

I've been busy all week grinding Iron Banner, so I wanted to make something short so that I don't make people lose interest in this story.

If things go right, next sunday will be a full chapter. Introductions are made, some explanations are due, and, maybe, an escape from the bunker and the research facility.

Goodbye, and (maybe) see you next week.