[Where to begin? Where to begin?]
‘…’
[Say, you still haven’t answered my question.]
[Do you want answers?]
‘…’
[Oi oi!~? Are you there?]
'...'
[Who am I? Who are you?]
'...'
[Why were you born, are you cursed, yadayada.]
‘…’
[I can tell you everything.
'...'
[EVERYTHING. So.]
‘…’
[Do you want answers?]
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[Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Earth to Mr. Special? You there?]
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[Haaah… Are you f**king serious right now?]
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[I told you not to narrate shit. NOT not to think. Surely you would have understood that right?]
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[OH COME ON!]
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[Fine, fine. I’ll deal with your stupidity.]
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[…what’s the problem now? Why aren’t you saying anything? You can think as well you know? I’ll still hear them.]
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[…]
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[Huh? ...OH!]
“This. This is what you were worried about? Okay fine. Here, I stopped using that voice. Happy now? NOW will you speak?"
He was frankly annoyed. That much I could understand.
“Sigh…” Was irritated a better word choice? His actions, his expressions, they all gave a sense of incredulousness. A sense of wishing for this, for everything to end.
“Uh…” He stared at me, reminding me of a certain little girl.
Right. Answers.
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Did I want them?
Stupid question. Of course I wanted them. Then…
Why was I hesitating? Just say yes. All of these problems will end. You can finally fix your memory issues. Find everything you need to know and—
“How can I believe in anything that you will say? How can I believe that you won’t mislead me?”
Or rather.
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“What are you? WHO are you? The original Eon? The one who cursed me? Wait… no. If you are the original Eon, then who am I?”
Why did I even have a sense of confidence that he could tell me everything? Had I gone insane? Should I've diagnosed myself with multiple personality disorder? Bipolar disorder?
Or was this my brain, trying to bring some issue to light?
Or a fragment of my memory? Something that... yeah I didn't know where this train of thought would lead.
“….Done with your searching? Hello?"
'...'
"Great! As for believing me or not believing me… I’ll leave that up to you.” He said with a smile, clapping his hands together as if he were a con merchant. A refined, elegant royalty con merchant. But a con merchant nonetheless.
“How rude.” His tone had changed. A gentle parent, to a psychotic brain farter. “Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!”
To a whiny little brat.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing remained consistent. Except of his appearance. My appearance. Or was it always his? And I the borrower?
“Haaah… Okay. I thought I could enjoy this more, but it’s gotten tiring.”
“Shouldn’t someone with unlimited lifespan be patient with such things?”
“Like hell I—…..you."
[You really are the special one now aren’t you? And a bit cheeky too.]
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“Ah shit! Oi wait! Come back. Forgot to control myself on that.”
I don’t understand. What is that? Why do I feel like I’m losing myself every time I hear it? It resounds deep within my soul, urging submission. Yet, the strength that I feel from that voice, it bursts forth from me as well. From that very soul.
‘…’
Do I even have a soul? Who… What am I?
“What are you huh. Hmmm…”
“Say, you never told me whether you wanted answers or not. “
Me asking all those questions wasn’t a valid response for you? He narrowed his eyes at me. I had forgotten that he could still hear my thoughts. Since when? Forever? Since I came into this-this… whatever the f**k this place is? Actually, where is this? My subconscious? A alternate dream world that you can access with your consciousness? Where did he come from? And as for his questions... could I trust him?
“I don’t want it. None of it.”
No I couldn't. Trusting someone who felt like an amalgamation of contradictions, a creation put forth by a childish god, that was the epitome of foolery.
And I wanted none of it. No matte how long it took me to figure out myself.
He paused for a bit, staring straight at me. Was I going to get erased?
“Great!” Apparently not.
“If you had said yes, I would have had to tell you nearly everything. Since you don’t wan…
Whatever he said next fell on deaf ears. What did he mean by WOULD HAVE HAD TO. Wasn’t this via his own volition? He—
“OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you stop going off on tangents? I’m trying to talk here? Hello?”
He had crept up to me, staring straight into my eyes. Eyes? I looked down.
‘…!’
The purple fog. The mysterious fog that had once shrouded me before, now acted as my very own body. I looked like some sort of humanoid abomination. A form of expression. An art piece, depicting the love and understanding for human anatomy. Though the skills required to manipulate actual fog and air in such a way, and for such a long period of time, was improbable to think of for the artists.
…or was it? Nothing seemed to set in stone in this world.
“Are you sure about that?”
What does he.. Right. The 12 Demonic Commandments.
“Heheh… such a horrible name. Why did we even think of it?”
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"Hmm... or was it? It does fit this context... ah whatever, my opinion on this keeps changing by the minute everyday.
Right, where was I?”
My habit of saying… narrating between sentences with the use of Right seemed to have been copied without my permission.
Or was I the copy?
“Oh your philosophical debates, so BORING. Been there, done that. Millions of times. Billions of times. Anyways…”
The Anyways had been taken too. “Those are universal expressions used by millions damn it! Let me complete!
Do you know why I keep on calling you [Mr. Pillar of Specialty]?
YO-You…!
“Can’t do anything about that. The pillars are always to be spoken of in that voice.”
‘…’
I want to go home.
“My home? Your home? Your little sister’s home?”
‘…’
“Ah wait, never mind. They are the same thing.
Though… for how long will she stay cooped up in that little home of hers?”
Huh?
“She got a chance you know? In you! Alas, only if she could realize it. She does so subconsciously, but that isn’t enough in this make believe, wish granting world. Amusing, to say the least. Should have thought twice before jumping on me. Heh. Heheh. HEHEEHEAHAH— Ah, almost lost control there.”
“[Mr. Pillar of Specialty]. You’re me. I’m you. Yet, you specifically. You aren’t me completely. I’m not you completely. Are you a final chance? Or are you just a simple coincidence? Out of the millions that have come before, will you be able to change the trends?”
I couldn’t think. Aside from the obvious pillar mentions, nothing else should have hit with this strength. Yet, they did. Each word. Each syllable.
They enticed me.
They maddened me.
They—
[Are you scared?]
How?
How did THAT. Come out of MY mouth?
The man in front of me shook. His smile widened, turning into a terrifying grin. A maniac’s grin. He bent forward, clutching his stomach. Stumbling, fumbling. He had trouble keeping his balance.
“Haha..”
Small wisps of laughter escaped this blurry vortex, resounding deep in my bones.
“This… I never knew I could feel this. Thank you.”
Nothing made sense once more. So abrupt, so nonchalant. Jumping from one thing to another, a hotpot of randomness.
He looked straight at me, staring right into my eyes. Uncomfortably close.
He looked younger than the current me.
Then he opened his mouth, as he had done so countless of times. All, to voice a few words.
“Thank you, EON.”
Then, my world went black.