"Well.. before I can do some world building, I need to figure out what to do with this dum-bass!"

.....

"I can't just leave him here in my void.. so what the heck should I do with him?"

"Tavern? No. Too many possible people interactions."

"Side of the road? Nahh, too much open space."

"Desert Oasis? Dear Lahrd no!, that's even more desolate er whatever than the last one!"

".....Dang.. I can't think of anything! *Sigh* looks like I'll have to summon.. The Voices! *Lightning strikes* ..how did that even strike? There isn't even an atmosphere in here..!?"

...

"Bah! Who cares? *Inhale* LEFT BRAIN, RIGHT BRAIN, CORPUS COLLOSUM!! COME HERE!"

Three blasts fire in the void. The right one a darker red. The left one a severe blue. And the middle one a deep vibrant purple.

The blasts dissipated and in there places were three vaguely humanoids of respective coloring. The red one spoke first.

"Come on man, we asked ya not to call us those!"

The blue one spoke next.

"We did indeed."

The purple one shushes them both and asks the important question.

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"What did call us here for, stranger?"

"Stranger? What?, did you forget my name now?"

"You know we were never given one for you. Just as we personifications have never been given names."

"Really? Well how bout this."

A finger is pointed at each of them as the " stranger " says, "Crimson, Cobalt aaaand Cyber."

"Cyber?"

"He appears to be referencing the color Cyber Grape as '"chinese violet'" isn't really.. Crimson?"

"Chinese Violet doesn't have that much of a ring to it. Crimson, Cobalt, and Cyber on the other hand.. *double finger guns* Radical."

"Glad you approve! Now onto business." "I can't figure out for the life of me where we should start him off. Do you guys have any ideas you're willing to spitball?"

"How about.. a cavern inhabited solely by a goose wielding a butterknife in it's beak?"

"Dilapidated shack on the outskirts of a deserted ghost town?"

"A lazily dug shallow grave shoddily placed under a white willow on a hill overlooking several shacks that the locals dare to call a town."

"These are all really tempting ideas—...Whose kid is this and for that matter.. HOW THE HINKLE HAM DID SHE GET 'ERE?!"

"Well bro usually says something something 'twin sister who was goldfish'd' but I usually go by Charlie.. so call me Salmonella."

"Does that have anything to do with your color, or?"

"Nunya business, see ya!"

The small female salmon colored child leaves just as she arrived, spontaneously.

"Well that was unexpected but definitely welcome.. You got any ideas, Cyber?"

"uhhh yeah sure.. how about a poll?"

"Oh wow! The first poll already! Great idea Cyber!" "Let's get this thing up and running.."

The Stranger, now accepting the moniker, pulled up two, orange system screens in front of his hands. Working at the code until finally,

"Aaaand.. SEND!" "I know it's quite early and last I looked we had, like, 29 views but eh who cares how large the pool is as long as you can submerge yourself, am I right! Hehehehe!"