Nova: A BFDI HeadCanon Fanfiction

Prologue: The Beginning

It was night time. I was sitting with my friends in the middle of a forest at camp. For our final night here, I was going to tell a story, even though I didn't feel like it.
My father told me that I was the best story maker ever in existence, telling friends happy, heroic, intense, scary, depressing, and sometimes, downright senseless stories. Now I sit at my place, the tree stump in front of the campfire. Everyone gathered around sitting down on the ground and staring at me as if they were kindergartners waiting for their teacher to tell them a story.

"Hey, Firey", Coiny started, "What do you have in store for us?". He's usually the cool guy who is always the center of attention.
"Yeah, Firey",  Woody started, "What is it?" He's usually a tad scared, but I was surprised when he didn't startle.

"I don't feel like it right now," I said, nearly at the brink of collapsing. "I'm... Too tired... And it's a long story."

"C'mon, here for nothing?" Coiny groaned.

"Tell us, please?" Woody pleaded.

"Fine, fine" I said, exhausted, and so the curtains drew open and the story began.

"It was darkness. Nothing, but darkness. Bound to an endless void of lifeless darkness. Then, there was a spark of light, bright, vibrant, and powerful. It gave life to this seemingly desolate void. Then, after a few existences, it was darkness again. The way it was before: Pitch-black void, that seemingly reached to nowhere. It remained like that for a long time. Too long. Perhaps taking millions of existences, until one time, there was another spark. No, it wasn't the same powerful, vibrant spark of light that came millions of existences ago, but rather a tiny one, about the size of the bonfire I'm sitting in front of. A humble light only capable of lighting a few feet of darkness ahead. However, this was a strange light: It was live, with a pair of eyes, a pair of limbs, a mouth, and cognitive thinking. And three words spoke out of the mouth, humble, but powerful at the same time."

"Let there be land" -Genesis 1:2.

And so, a sea appeared as he lowered himself, but something was missing. So he said,

"Let there be light!" -Genesis 1:3

"And there was light. As he continued forward, he saw an island full of life and vibrance, with creatures and plants left and right, each different from one another. There, the light made inanimate creatures alive, ranging from fires like me to pins, coins, woods, and needles, and each having the same qualities of the light. He made a pair of each species, each a different gender, and left. Then, the species reproduced and overtime, the objects joined into clans based on their type, and made allies... And sometimes enemies. Then, there was a revelation. There was something new-"

"Hold up," Coiny interrupted. "Is the "light" you speak of, Loser, and is that "something new" also good?"

"Could've asked earlier, but... Yes and no."

"Great!" Woody groaned. "I love sad stories."

"It was a presence, as powerful, if not, more powerful than the light: The darkness. It was able to make something go insane, if not, make it die for no reason that logic can explain. It was the great chaos that "The Darkness" stirred up that pushed each object clan to the brink of extinction, as only one from each clan survived after centuries of war, famine, and disaster. Some species were lost, never found until very recently, or worse, yet to be found. However, the remaining objects found out that they had powers of their own. They fought the impending darkness to a losing stalemate, and at their final stand on the island their oldest ancestors were created, when it seemed to be over for them, they realized they could combine their powers. Using their strongest moves all at once, they deterred, and eventually, banished the darkness, and with it, their powers, and their memories. The rest is history."

"Sooo, that's our story of creation," Coiny started. "Do you... Believe this?

"Believe?" I answered, bewildered. "I just made the whole thing up!"

"That leaves one question still unanswered". Woody started. "But what if- if the whole thing was... true?"

"I don't know then, son." I answered. "Probably a story for another day. Now get some sleep. We'll need it for the journey home. We pack up 0700 hours."

Coiny and Woody were eager to get some sleep, despite them being the most energetic. I extinguished the campfire, and headed for my tent. Despite my lack of energy, that message Woody gave me kept me awake: What if it is true? Suddenly, a blinding flash filled the room.