A/N
A world made by a classmate and friend.
Just writing this for a request… Even though it took about a couple of years for this to actually happen.
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Four figures sat in a realm of black with dots of white. This was the Realm of the Gods, their Cosmos only for beings of such power to exist.
They appear to have no features but merely as beings of energy. They differentiate in color. Gray, Red, Orange and Ivory.
A figure in gray, with what seems to look like a teenage boy in shape and form, looking seemingly relaxed.
A fully grown adult-sized figure in red, looking a bit irritated as their arms twitched more than often as it ‘glared’ at the contraption between them.
A small adult-sized figure in orange, with the appearance same as the figure in gray. Staring down at the board in between the figures of gray and Red.
A child-size figure in ivory, with the shape of a girl, slightly shorter than the teen boy figures. Hovering over between the two.
“Heheheh, I’ve won yet again.” Said Impossible, the teen in gray, sounding smug as they looked at his opponent.
“Arrgggh! Oh come on! How is that possible!?” Exclaimed Power in Red out of anger as he grumbled at the sight of his loss.
“I told you, it's impossible to win against him.” Giggled Naught, the ivory colored girl.
“I said this before, it's just not possible.” Said Answers neutrally and almost robotic in nature.
“Oh shut up you nerd! To not even try, we won't even know!” Red growled out, annoyed.
“Statistically, and totaling your 149th recent loss to be specific, there is less than 0.0002% chance of you even succeeding in winning.” Answers stated.
“You’re really stubborn, Power!” Giggled Naught.
“…Fuck! I’m putting a pause on this for a moment!” Power stood up and groaned in irritation as he proceeded to walk away.
“Welp, you know where I’ll be, Power!” Impossible waved, sounding very smug. “I don’t mind a rematch!”
Power didn't look back as he simply gave a middle finger to him before vanishing.
“Heheheh, he really is persistent!” Naught smirked.
“Yep, although it's getting quite tiring to win against him so many times now.”
“Oh, I’m winning so many times, I want to lose at least for once.” Naught mockingly and loosely imitated the figure in gray. “As if you want to lose willingly!”
“Why not try to lose for once?” Answers inquired before sighing. “But I doubt so because you’ll—“
“—I’ll be winning all along the way without wanting to lose.” Impossible said, casually waving his hand as if to emphasize. “I hate losing.”
“No doubt about it.” Answers said blandly.
“What are you gonna do afterwards? The usual bit then, Impossible?” Naught tilted her head slightly.
“I guess so.” Impossible shrugged.
Answers sighed. “Then I may proceed to head back to my realm to return for my study. And please do try to mitigate your influence on the human world. For your name sake, it is quite annoying.”
Impossible shrugged helplessly. “Again, Answers, I can't really do much on that. Lessen the effects sure, but not all of them. It's simply impossible.” He grinned at the pun.
Answers didn't react but a crackle of energy signified that he was annoyed. He didn't say anything else as he vanished from the Improbability's realm.
“You know, it's really quite bland to use the same joke you know?” Naught frowned.
Impossible scoffed with a smirk. “How could I not? He practically set the joke up! I mean, opportunity is an opportunity. Or else it is for naught.”
“…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA— So funny, I’m gonna die.” She looked at him deadpanned after letting out a mocking laugh. “You got the whole squad laughing, see?” Gesturing at the empty space all around them.
Impossible shrugged. “You set it up for me to use it, not my fault on that.”
“Want me to break you in half?” She tilted her head slightly, she’d look cute with that smile if not for the power swelling dangerously from her, the realm slightly shaking at Naught’s shaking power.
"You do know that's impossible right?” Quipped Impossible.
“But that doesn't mean that the Impossibility can handle Nothing?” She challenged.
“Or Nothing cannot handle the Impossible.” He countered.
Naught groaned in irritation, much to the amusement of Impossible.
“Jeez, not even Answers can have the answer to that stupid mental challenge question stupid thing…” He pouted.
“None of them do, I doubt they’d understand me anyways…” Impossible muses. “Anyways, see you later?”
“As if,” If Naught had eyes, she’d rolled them. “We’d be seeing each other again soon with the others.”
“Eh, they can bother themselves with whatever. I got some place to meet up with.”
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“Yeah yeah, you two can go get a room and suck each other off.” Naught said dismissively.
“W-What? Oi, we’re not like that!”
“That's what she said.” She giggled before vanishing from his realm.
Impossible sighed with an amusing smile. “That little brat…”
. . .
“Fancy as usual, Love?”
“Hmmmm, you know how this will go, Impossible.” Hummed a figure in Purple. Instead of a featureless body of energy, this one appeared to be clothed with a transparent dress showing her all in her lady body.
“Ehhh, better to try and check things before going all in right?”
Love giggled. “Perhaps…”
Gone was the realm of white with black dots, now to the two mingling in a realm of colorful mix of purple and darkish pink colors. The realm of Love. Both simply enjoyed just being in each others’ company.
The two watched the worlds from where they sat, overlooking the worlds they’ve created. Enjoying the sight of their creations’ interactions by their own make.
“…Have you ever thought of simply just a concept of existence, Love?”
The woman in purple looked at him curiously. “In which way how?”
“Being to exist just by being… existing…” He chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry if it doesn't make any sense, it's kind of impossible for me to go very… philosophical.”
“You’re not really used to thinking about things like these.” She smiled in amusement.
“Can't hurt to try, can I?”
“No, but maybe you’ll have to learn some lessons with Knowledge.”
Impossible groaned, much to the amusement of Love who chuckled at his reaction.
Knowledge, the God of said concept, took the appearance of an old figure with brown robes. Originally he was simply just an unshaped form of energy, he simply took interest in using the human’s version of “old people are wise”. Much to the annoying glee of Naught and several others.
He went far as to conjure a beard on his featureless face. He looked like one of those human children drawings, “Stick man”, as they called it. Simple illustrations.
“I’m not one who would sit down and listen for years.”
“I know you aren’t,” She mused. “And well, technically we aren’t really doing anything aside from watching the mortals in their world.” Love hummed.
“Kinda right about that…” Muttered Impossible.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…Wanna—?”
“No, you know the consequences of intervening.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Balance is gonna shove his words up my ass the moment I materialize in the mortal realm.” Impossible sighed as he laid his head back on the ground.
“Is it not impossible for you to not get bored?” Love inquired.
“It's also impossible for me to even get bored.” Impossible deadpanned.
“Hmmm, but I do sense something else… You wish to have some kisses and cuddles with me?” She tilted her head cutely.
Impossible blurted out in laughter. Love simply smiled at the reaction.
“Pffffff, ahhaha, “kisses and cuddles”!? That’s what you call sex?”
“Unless you aren’t up for it, then I guess we can—“ Love stood up to leave, but Impossible grabbed her by the leg and groveled.
“No, wait! We can, please!” He almost begged.
“Hmph, I guess it's impossible even for someone like you to resist my charm.” She said curtly with a contented smirk.
“It’s impossible for me not to even accept such an offer!”
“Very well,” She turned around, swaying her curves seductively. “We’ll see how this goes.”
. . .
“It is not part of existence. You know this more than all in a scenario like this.”
Two figures sat on an outdoor chair with a small table in between them, playing a game of chess.
From the left was a humanoid figure colored blackish gray. Filled with a stench of decay and unlife. Symbols that would look closely to being bones etched in glowing white around their form. The God Concept of Death.
On the right be the same figure, but their presence was neither stabilized or not, swirling in between. Their torso being completely gray, but their arms colored respectively left to right; Black and White. Signifying Chaos and Order, and Balance in the middle. The God Concept of Balance.
“Odd for you to say this now considering he has been with us for quite some time…” Balance said as he moved his piece.
“Yes, but it is also odd for us to let him exist despite his… condition. Does he not threaten the balance of the world?”
“He does not, surprisingly. Check.”
Death grumbled quietly at the overlooked move in the board. “The world is being shaken by the improbability of impossibility’s concept. It is… Frustrating.”
“He is young and powerful, almost more powerful than the strongest of us. You and I included.” He paused, looking up to Death. “You are afraid of him.”
Death scoffed. “As much as I hate to admit, yes… But I would say I am concerned about his continuous existence. He should not be able to exist.”
“And yet he does, as it is quite impossible, and yet it's been made possible.” Balance hummed. “Quite indeed, an impossible fact made reality. Hence what he is called to be, Impossible.”
“Then you know the possibilities that will happen in the future.”
“Yes.”
“…Then why are you not doing it?” Death frowned.
“Because he has done nothing to cause any unbalance.” Balance said simply. “Strange as to how he was brought to existence, it is unreasonable when he is already part of the Work.”
“Then wouldn't it be reasonable to remove something that would change Works into something that we may not understand in the future?”
“Past, Present, Future is within the concept of Time and Space.” Balance said factually.
“But when they are not going to be within their concept? What then? It would not be possible to bring it back when that thing will cause mishaps on the Work.”
Balance looked at Death for a long time before slowly moving his piece.
“Impossible is something strange to the Works, yes, but your concern is not reasonable to have me remove him. He does not seek to imbalance the Work, he has done nothing to change the System, for all is settled without a problem.”
“It would not be for long until a change comes.”
Balance turned to look at him. It is quite odd for a featureless face to bring such a cold expression to one whose concept is around Death.
“What does Time say about this? He has none to give me, none to be concerned about in the future, let alone what I could sense.”
“He has no part in this, only to my word and thought.”
“Then you, Death, should already know my stance on the System.” Balance said neutrally, but coldly. “For as long as he does not seek to imbalance the Works or the System, then it is not my place to follow your methods. Primar or not. I care for none.”
“…Very well.” Death finalized. Seeing that he cannot make Balance change his mind, he let go.
“…Oh, checkmate by the way.”
Death turned to examine the board and sighed as he laid down his king, signifying his loss.
. . .