Dale had just finished another day at his miserable job. He was a mechanic at a local garage that was run by a greasy slob of a man that overworked and underpaied him. He was always complaining that Dale didn't do enough and threatened to cut his already low pay. Now your probably wondering why Dale didn't just quit, well that because the ozzing pile of lard that was his boss was the only place that had needed a mechanic in the small town he grew up in. So he grin and beared it. As he walked to his house which was only a few blocks away he reached into his pocket and toched the wrench in his pocket. Also a reason he didn't quit was that his boss was someone he didn't mind stealing from. He smiled as he thought of all the tools he had slipped into his pocket when the fat basterd was asleep in his office. After an hour or two of walking he made it to the shit hole he stayed at. It was an old ratty thing that had been built in the 70s and seemed to sag with age. Dale sighed as he made his way across the street. There was a sudden bright light, a loud noise, and pain, then nothing. Awhile later........ Dale didn't know where he was or even how long he'd been here. There was no light but stranger still was that there was no dark, just nothing. He tried to move, speak, close his eye or even open them but he could not move. In fact Dale couldn't even feel his body, in fact he couldn't feel anything. He drifted threw the nothing only that wasn't quite right either as he wasn't really floating as there was nothing there to float in. It may have been hours, days, seconds, he didn't know, when he finally noticed IT. IT seemed to be the only something that was in here. Now you'd think that'd be a relief........it wasn't because IT was WRONG, TWISTED, and it SAW him. He couldn't get away as IT got closer. IT was right in front of him and he wanted to scream as IT being so close filled his bing with PAIN. IT watched him for a long instant and then IT spoke. "Well, well, well.....how long has it been sense we have had a visitor in the devoid, hmmm. And a mortal at that. Oh and one from that broken little realm. Interesting." As IT spoke IT's VOICE shattered him, burned him, healed him, blessed him, poisoned him, and cursed him. Thats when he realized what IT was, rejected creation. Everything everything rejected, thats why IT felt so WRONG. IT spoke again "we wonder how you would taste Dale, how you would feel if we were to ware you, It's been so long since we had a skin suit to walk the realms in." IT reached for him ready to slip into his being and he could not stop it. IT was inches away when with a sudden ripping sound a voice boomed through the nothing and stopped IT "Halt @£$#!°~" IT's name scrambled Dales mind and made his soule bleed black laughter. Then he saw who spoke, a man made of brass. His skin shone in the non-light, his beard and hair flowed in the non-wind and made a gentle clinking noise of metal. On closer inspection his hair and beared where very fine chains. IT looked at the man and scowled before looking back at Dale and smiled. "Oh little mortal how lucky you are, but just know that now." It surged forward and engulfed him but didn't touched him, IT was micrometers from him as whispered to him in a voice that spoke of laughing pain and ozzing joy. "WE'LL ALWAYS BE WATCHING." It laughed as it unwraped from him and fled into the nothing. The metal man sighed and looked at the mortal soul in front of him the two red stars that acted as his eyes seached its being for the WRONG and smiled when he found none. "Well little mortal it seem this is your lucky day." And with a snap Dale suddenly was in a round room with thrones lining the wall. Each throne seemed to be themed differently. There was one made of bone and black, it had a mist a it base that Dale could swear had faces in it. Then there was on made of lava, like a throne made of literal lava. Dale wondered how it keept it's shape when he heard a chuckle from behind him. Dale turned and for the first time in what felt like eternity noticed he could move. This discovery was quickly dwarfed by the metal man sitting on the throne directly behind him. The man wore a blacksmiths attire and sat on a throne of gears and pistion, with a back of pipes that spewed smoke and steam and a hundred other gases. With a smile the metal man spoke in a booming joyful voice. "Welcome Dale, to the pantheons meet room. I am the leader of the Grey pantheon, Barrius god of craft and industry." Dale felt awe as he looked at the being had called itself a god and spoke for the first time in eons. "What the fuck!!"