CW: none, please tell me if there's anything that should be warned about. i am unbelievably dense.
Series: Legend of the Balancers - Balancer Productions
AU: String Theory
Characters: Codey, others implied/mentioned
Short description: Destiny is nearing. Bittersweet.
uhh.. ehm. hello. i couldn't figure out much for this one so sorry if this one seems mindless. i kinda kept writing till i figured "eh, this is good enough." st!codey real :thumbsup:
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Everything is all he sees, hears and feel. The crushing wrath of the ocean, the gentle brush of the wind, the grass engulfing and eager to return the bodies to the earth. Sounds of footsteps and voices, textures of spikes and fur and so many more he couldn't care enough to list off. He had felt and seen it all before too many times to count.
What he is interested in, however, is Reality 0. Where everything started and will possibly, end, depending on what happens.
That little world has always been one he loved. Where he started to try and create, making many of the powerful beings that has ever or will ever exists. His children.
It was horrible that he had to get rid of some when they got too close, but it had to be done. He mourns everything that once was.
⠀ It was hard to pull himself away from the many universes, but he has done it enough times to do it within seconds. Finding himself back within his home, he feels the familiar energy of what he could consider Horrors beyond his comprehension.
Yet, he understands them fairly well. Perhaps an another word fits. Gods, maybe?
He could feel some of them brush up against his own and lightly pull him towards the other energies he immediately recognized. They're the group his friend leads, of course he remembers. He's not that forgetful.
So, he follows. Time not seeming to move an inch despite the length it took to get there. Ah, it's the Red one that's leading him, isn't it? He wishes he could tell them apart with just what they feel like, but they're too far out of reach to do so. He can't do much.
⠀ ... Oh. They almost had enough now. His friends will have to get them to his tomb, soon. He'll be able to deal with the Problem, very, very soon. The other Balancers probably wouldn't like him all that much, but well, that's what the Staff is for.
Or at least they'll help with that within their chaos. He doesn't have a clue what they're planning however, probably Arson though.
It'll be entertaining, at least.
⠀ There's so much he knows but are too... ‘harmful’ to tell. Speaking the truth to the minds of Steves could do so much worse, so he kept quiet, and will continue to do so.
No one but him and the Staff will ever know of what's truly beyond the borders of the universes. Of the multiverses. Of the omniverses. No one will ever be able to handle it. No one but them.
He feels himself smile. It's a bit depressing, but oh well. He had to do what he had to. Hopefully the steves wouldn't mind too much.
