My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

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Author's Note

Hello Hello! Just a quick note before we get started. I plan to finish MGE today, which means you'll be getting (le gasp) TWO UPDATES! So make sure you check don't miss out on the one after this. Sometimes people forget to see if there's anything else. XD

That is all! Please continue. -w-

(Entry 63)

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I've made a decision.

There's a strange energy in this place—I called it nostalgia before. Now that I'm thinking about it though... it feels like something more. Something... strange. I don't know how to describe it.

Oh!
How about this. Have you ever had that feeling when you're doing something for a long time, and then you suddenly get your wits about you and it feels like no time has passed at all? Or when you do some menial task without realizing it, and you suddenly come back to yourself saying "wait, how did I get here?" or "when did I do that?"

It kind of feels like that. Time confusion. Or disorientation.

I said before that I have no way of knowing how much time has passed. That's more than just the lack of clocks and blackness of this place—it's... it's an energy. The place itself is having that effect.

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Am I just rambling? I feel like I'm just rambling.

What does all of this matter, anyway?

Well, with my strange new connection to this place, I can tell where this... this strange distortion—or energy, or whatever it is—is coming from. I can sense it, like I could sense my assistants. And I can sense some other, malicious presence...

I'm curious about that, too. The strange anger that I can feel in this place.

But I want to find the energy source first—maybe I can find a safe place to store my assistants. Something tells me that I don't want to meet this angry presence with the burden of keeping them safe. If it comes to fighting, which I assume it may, I don't want to put them in harm's way.

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It shouldn't take me more than a day to get there. I'm becoming accustomed to using the darkness in this place to my advantage—it molds itself to my will like my magic once did.

I'll write again once I examine this "energy."

(Entry 64)

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I've found the place that drew my attention. I'm standing in front of it now, journal in hand.

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It's... breathtaking.

And more importantly, it's... bright.

For the first time in an eternity, there's something besides the darkness.

Ribbons of light are dancing in the darkness, curving and weaving amongst themselves. I can't see where they begin, and some of them continue forever...

It's amazingly beautiful.

Light. They almost blinded me when I first arrived here, these strange glowing ribbons.

I could stand here forever, examining them.

But I want to get closer.

For some reason I can't express, they call out to me. They seem... familiar. The nostalgia I'm feeling is overwhelming.