What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Circle Escaped His Dimension

What up Edgelings?!

I have finally returned gosh dang it! The holidays are not the best for me when it comes to writing… but anywho, I’m back with this thing I wrote a couple months ago but am just now deciding to publish… why? Because I honestly forgot it existed until I was scrolling back through my docs lol. I’m currently writing the next DSAU chapter, but I thought I’d go ahead and post this to hold you guys over :)

Behold… Edgy finally wrote an acutal ONE-shot for her ONE-shot book XD

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Void.

White oblivion stretched in all directions as far as the eye could see, devoid of all existence other than the constant ringing echoes of clapping. The clapping of a cluster of entities who had no sense of time nor place nor being. They simply were, and that is all.

Lines in a void, devoid of any real thought of conscience. Shells. Empty excuses for living beings.

All except one…

Circle didn’t want to call the others circles, though he could not think of anything else they could possibly be called. They had no defining features. But nonetheless Circle didn’t call them circles, he called them things. He did not want to be called the same name as the things.

He was not the same…

He had seen too much…

He paced back and forth before the choir of static clapping, a dull white noise that soon became just as meaningful as silence. He did not know what to do. But he was not content to simply exist as the others did, he never had been. And now he knew far more than the others could ever dream of.

He stared into the white oblivion and closed his eyes, imagining he could see color. That was one of the things he missed the most about his time on the Plane… color… he missed everything about that place. The colors, the shapes, the textures, the movement, the smell, the light, the people whose voices sounded different. He missed the challenges and the feeling of purpose they gave him.

And the people there who made him think about things he never thought possible… worlds where millions of individual, sentient beings all lived together in a place so full of color and existence and life that it was bursting at the seams.

Circle had a taste of companionship on the Plane.

He couldn’t imagine living in a world with SO MANY others… but he wished he knew what it was like.

He desperately wanted to see a SOMEONE in this place of ear grating static not-silence. He hated being the only someone in a place so devoid of existence that the very fabric of the universe seemed to be pressing down on him, rejecting his sentience. Rejecting the knowledge he carried.

He had seen too much.

He couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to leave the Plane. He never understood why the others were so desperate to lose. He couldn’t imagine a better place than the Plane.

The Plane. A haven so full of existence that he never got bored of just absorbing the everything. The everything that was so refreshing, so close to what he always wanted...

But he was eliminated. And now he was here… his ‘home’.

He paced and paced and paced.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.