The End of all Things

The Beginning of all Things

Before anything, there was Space and Time. When they met, they were confused. They didn't know where they were, or what had happened. All they new was that they were Space and Time.

Space and Time had a lot of power between them, and they found that out after a while. They could create and destroy at the flick of their wrists, but they both needed eachother to be able to do so. Space's hot orange skin warmed Time's cold blue skin. They were the meant-to-be brothers. It was perfection. They had so much power, that they gave eachother names.

Hugo Springer was the space. He had yellow hair, which went well with his warm pale orange skin, and sunny smile. He wore a cloak of colour around himself, which seemed to show the stars and everything between them. He was an almost mesmerizing figure, with soft grey eyes that would make you want to talk to him even if you had never met.

Tony Springer was the time. His navy blue face had a singular stripe of red from cheek to cheek, running over his nose. His coal black hair had yellow tips, which was the only thing that made him anything like his brother. He didn't stand with ease, and his stance was proper. The black collar of his blazer was always turned up, and his hands were continually covered with silk white gloves. Unlike Hugo, his eyes were red and stern, piercing into the soul of any that looked directly at them.

With their differences, there came arguments. None were quite so bad as the argument of who was in charge. Hugo ended up giving up, and let Tony win.

One day, while floating around in the emptiness, they decided to see if they could make a friend. They were not successful, but they had their doubts about that when they found Earth. He was a lot shorter than the both of them, and seemed disgruntled by their presence. His skin was a sea blue, with patches of forest green every now and then appearing. His hair was a chestnut brown, and his eyes were the same.

Tony asked a name of the man who referred to himself as planet Earth. The man thought for a while, and then decided on the name 'Gilbert'.

For millions of years, the three men watched a blue and green planet turn around. They watched intently as life grew, and with their watching, they notices some, not many, people like them.

First there was the butterfly, who never found a name until later. He was short, but his eyes told a thousand stories. His wings reflected beams to the floor, and everywhere around him there was laughter and hamminess.

Then there was the woman with the short rainbow hair. She didn't look much like a woman at all, but she thought like one. Her mind was a large maze of colour and creativity, and she only thought of the people around her.

Lastly, there were the two jokers. A man and a woman. The man was tall and thin, with red skin and white bulging veins. He had a fluff of brown hair on his head, which he usually covered with a hat of some sort. He was kind and caring, but slightly awkward and always over-thinking things. His friend was a legless, loudmouthed woman with green hair and skin. She was her friend's opposite, with an untidy appearance and an overall untidy nature.

Tony, Gilbert, and Hugo finally decided to go down onto the planet to meet the new appearances, in a sea of normality. They didn't get a name from the lovebug, but he was almost captivating to watch. His walk was dance-like with a skip in every small step. The creative woman's name was Paige Turner, and she was by far the least interesting. But she did have quite the knack for painting. Her art would be almost as if she had taken a photograph and placed it onto a canvas, claiming it as her own. The final two people introduced themselves as Mayte Cook and Sparsh Maple. Surprisingly, they would never argue and their conversations would last for an interestingly long time. They seemed to always have something to talk about, which got tiring after a while.

The trio decided to live on this new planet with their new friends, even if they were strange. But strange was good. They enjoyed strange.

More and more of their kind started to appear, and they dubbed themselves teachers. They made their home on an island near a small country called Great Britian. It was only them and they were isolated. They were isolated and happy.

But then it all went wrong.

《Hello! An author's note here!

This is a continuation of my last book, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

I recommend it, although this is sort of a prequel...

Sooooo yeah basically welcome to hell

I hope you enjoy, losers》