Black Hole was doing the rounds around Goiky, as per usual.
Everything about him, from his birth to the very present moment, was one big enigma that nobody could wrap their head around. First off, there was the matter that he was even a thing, a person, to begin with. Intellectuals like Golf Ball and the rest knew of the existence of objects like him, but that's exactly the thing: they knew of *objects* like him. Astronomical objects that hovered above them, in their own little place in the great firmament of the universe, with an unfathomably vast distance between them and the hapless lifeforms of Earth. All those did was just float around, perhaps absorb a star or planet or other, and just be something for scientists and astronomers and other people with fancy job titles and descriptions to gawk at. You needed to *specifically* look for something like it for one to even spot it. They're called black holes for a reason; unless you knew the features to keep an eye out for, all the properties that set their patch of cosmos apart, there was no way you could differentiate their territory from the rest of the unimaginable void. In summation, black holes were silent, unmoving, unthinking, *unfeeling*. They were like the other 99.999% of things in the universe, with absolutely no life breathed into them whatsoever, with nothing to look forward to besides just... *existence*, of hanging around until they eventually decayed into nothing through processes that they can't comprehend, because they can't comprehend *anything*. They're inert. They're inanimate.
But Black Hole, this *one* specific void, *this* one, by some fluke of the universe, some great cosmic mistake, *this* one ended up having the gift of life bestowed upon him. *How*? The investigations and theories behind why household (and other) objects are capable of walking and talking are already convoluted and complicated enough as is. GB and TB have spent countless years (around 2,763, give or take) repeatedly focusing on this topic, and yet they were no closer to the great answer, the explanation as to why the universe would be so cruel as to let them exist in such a terrible, *terrible* world. Theories were drawn up, tested, then scrapped as counterexamples popped up just when they got confident. Maybe they *looked* like household items externally, evolving to mimic them through the strange wonders of random chance, but they were *absolutely* nothing alike on the inside. That seemed like a fairly solid theory. *Seemed* like it. But then there'd be a Firey, or a Bubble, or a Teardrop, that they could see right through and find that there's *absolutely* nothing there, and their hopes and dreams cracking this great enigma would be completely and thoroughly crushed.
If not that, then what else could it be? Perhaps it had something to do with the limbs, but how does that explain creatures like Puffball or Roboty? Perhaps it was something to do with their faces, but then... What about Black Hole?
What *about* him? Black holes were the great destroyers of all things. Once something falls inside, it's *not* going back out. And yet... *he* is here, he is alive, he thinks, he talks, he teams up with Death P.A.C.T. and helps to save lives. The fact that he's standing (well, floating) here right now, doing all the things as any competitor of the Battle for (Battle for) Dream Island would do, completely shatters any possibility for common sense, rationality, and logic to save the day here. If he was an object from which *nothing* can escape, and yet from him come all sorts of thoughts and actions, then...
Well, maybe he wasn't a black hole in the *true* sense. Maybe there was something different about him, something that set him apart from his cosmic brethren. Whatever it may be, however, it *clearly* wasn't evident. From everyone's extensive records, he looked like he behaved *exactly* like his distant family out in space. Things go inside, and they don't come out. No differences there. There was clearly *something* different, there just *had* to be, and yet it wasn't showing itself. Differences besides being alive, that is. Clearly, there was *something* within him that allowed him to live in such a state, something that kept everything together despite the sheer ridiculousness of his state. And if that was the case, then it was able to send signals to the rest of his... *body*, which allowed him to hover, to float around, to talk, and so on. And if *that* was the case, then that means he is a black hole that *could* be escaped from, even if it was only with immense power and strength. Strength that absolutely no one and nothing was able to muster.
