So yeah, lots of that horrid REAL LIFE stuff came up, so I am unable to write this story anymore....
Sorry about that.
"STAB"
(Myself) "Yeah you should be sorry."
(I) "COUGH" *Blood Splatter everywhere*
(Me) "..."
Points a shotgun at I's head and shot.
Me smiles to the audience.
(Me) "So since I am dead now, me and myself will take over. Don't worry we won't add anything else to this cute and HAPPY story that has almost NO PLOT...No no we're going to write it as it was originally intended."
(Me and Myself) "WE GONNA WRITE IT RANDOMLY!"
They stare at the audience.
The seats stared back.
"chirp chirp CHIRP"
(Me) "Seems like we have no audience...what you wanna do?"
(Myself) "Well just pretend this was what we originally planned for our story - that it was only for us. It'll make it less annoying."
Both walks off the stage, leaving the still bleeding body of I laying dead on it.
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YOYOYOYOYO!
So yeah... had stuff and so I leave you with this really COMPLETELY RELATED side story that is most DEFINITELY following the theme of CUTENESS and stuff....
MEWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW
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NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
It stood on a transparent crystal platform, that was hovering over nothing. Everywhere else was pure white space, as if it was in the middle of the clouds. Unable to see anything else but white.
In front of it, was 2 crystal staircases. One leading upwards, and other leading downwards, both stretched as if it would go forever into the mass of white space.
It moved forward, wanting instinctively to go on one of the steps.
It’s body was nothing, but it was something.
It felt the step underneath it, but at the same time the step wasn’t there.
It went on the first downward step, and the step expanded.
The step became the crystal platform, and the platform behind it disappeared, as if it never was there.
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Two same staircases appeared in front of it, one leading downwards, the other leading upwards.
It moved again down the downwards staircase.
As if an eternity passed, it just continued to move down. Deeper and deeper down, until the white space turned gray.
The transparent crystal platform became a dark grey color. The upwards staircase stayed transparently white, but the downwards staircase turned pitch black.
Each step down, as if the black step before turned into smoke. Fusing with the space, turning it slowly darker and darker.
On and on, the space became black. The upwards staircase slowly looked more and more fragile, as if it would break if it was stepped on.
It still walked downwards, driven by the only thought to continue moving. Going downwards was easier then upwards, so it moved down. Then down some more.
However, as it was stepping on the nth pitch black staircase, it felt like something stabbed it’s feet.
Retreating, it for the first time stepped on the fragile white upwards staircase.
The step felt weak, as if it will crumble into nothing. It continued to move, this time upwards, as to not feel the pain again.
The platform that it walked on, slowly became clearer. The downwards steps became lighter, and the upwards steps became less fragile.
Up and up, the space became whiter, as if to cleanse the black from the past.
Then the upwards step broke.
It fell, on and on. The space went from white to grey to black. Then it landed on a pitch black platform.
In front of it was only one staircase, a completely black staircase that seemed as if light would never reach it.
The place where once the upwards transparent staircase was, there was nothing.
It crawled downwards, continuing for eternity into the darkness. Light became an entity that it can never again comprehend.
Forever lost within darkness, it is devoured.