Author's note:-

This chapter went up and beyond me. I feel like i have suddenly become the master of exaggeration after writing this chapter.

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Enjoy. I hope you do.

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Rocky's P.O.V:-

I am awake now.

I am right? Well I think so…

It still feels the same like waking up for the first time.

Though I still can’t hear, see or feel anything, but my surroundings are different somehow.

I am very eager to see the world.

Though I don’t know what waits for me outside; other than this emptiness, but I understand that there are some very beautiful things in the world like; colors, sun and sky.

I know; the sky is blue, sun is red, plants are green, but my life…

*sigh*

My life is colorless.

Every time I see this dull and never ending blackness; I end up imagining, how vivid the colors of this world would be.

Imagining a clear blue sky, a beet red sun shining over my head, clouds flowing like dragons: endless and overwhelming.

Just like that dancing light some distance away…

Wait, wait, wait!

What is that? I think I can see something faraway, well not really.

Even though it’s a little fuzzy and too far away for me to see clearly, there actually is something out there!

There really is something out there; other than the darkness of this world.

It’s a glowing light, which is pulsating in a very strange manner: forming patterns and stuff.

It looks like its dancing, and enjoying the freedom, which allows it to move about in the sky.

I don’t understand this feeling.

I am happy that, that I am not alone in this world.

That there is also something else that I here to share my gloom, but I am also a bit sad because it is a little too far away.

Too far away for me to praise its beauty and to engrave it in my heart, before its fades away and the world of darkness takes over again.

How I wish I could see it more clearly.

I don’t know how I am seeing it, but from this faraway it’s seems; contracting and expanding, stretching and trying to engulf the space, sky and the world inside it.

Though I say it’s trying to cover everything, but it seems more likely to be in the process of finding something; while distorting and scattering all around.

Too me it looks like a blob of light; dancing and furiously stomping on the ground, while scattering dust all over the place.

I don’t know why, though I should feel a bit of dread and fear from the destruction it has caused all around himself, but I’m feeling happy looking at it.

Maybe it has something to do with the thing called phobias.

Am I scared of being left alone in the world?

I don’t know.

 Yeah, it feels good to know that there is something else here in my world, in the world around me, other than ink black void and a seemingly infinite space. 

I kept on looking and it kept on changing shapes. It kept on frowning and keeping me entertained.

How I wish every second that could I move.

Even if it’s just enough, enough to allow me to cover the distance and decrease this gap between us, then I’ll be a happy soul.

I wish I could cover the distance separating me from meeting with it, and ask it the thing that it is looking for alone in this lonely black world.

Or maybe move toward it just enough, enough to let me enjoy its form clearly.

……………………..

Time passed by days, while I kept on sitting in the same place looking at the same spectacle.

It’s getting boring now.

I kind of understand now, why they say that, ‘no matter how much fun something seems, it gets boring if you keep on doing it again and again’ cause the same thing was happening with me.

Even though the light show still holds the same attraction of ever changing lights, but after looking at it for who knows how many day, I’m mentally tired.

………………………..

Today, I tried to speak with Minie through our mental connection, but nothing, I felt nothing.

The day when she we first met and when we got connected thanks to the title, I was able to feel her presence every time; even when I didn’t try to talk to her.

But now, there is nothing.

Though if feel our minds to be still connected to each other, but it’s like something is stopping me from getting hold of her and every time I put my spirit into it and try to connect with her, I feel that thing looking toward me.

At first I thought that it was a coincidence, but when it happened again on my next try, then again and then again, then how could I have brushed it off as a coincidence?

His cold gaze and prickling feeling of worms biting were enough to scare the living shit out of me.

The feeling of his adverted gaze is like a bug crawling on my back, spitting all over me.

Every time that he looks towards me, I feel a hungry vicious pit forming somewhere deep inside me, trying to swallow my soul.

I feel waves upon waves of hunger from something inside me, ordering me to bring it something to eat or that something would end up being me.

 Because I got paranoid and felt it looking at me every time I tried to connect with Minie, I stopped trying.

And because I had nothing to do at this lonely place, I thought of trying to feel that natural energy which is everywhere around us.

I don’t know why, but I keep forgetting what it’s called.

According to minie it’s omnipresent, so I tried to feel it, but I couldn’t.

I tried again and again, but I still could not feel anything around me and then, It happened.

A wave of pressure and chillness came, it engulfed me whole and the after lingering over me for a moment it passed by.

During that time I felt something trying to forcibly bind me and not letting freeze my emotions.

The feeling of going emotionless was very unique in a very wrong way.

The wave froze my soul to the very core. I felt like my surroundings had changed somehow and I was not alone anymore.

I swear I could feel something breathing down my neck, and I don’t have a neck.

The horror of feeling a presence in a place where there is nothing but darkness; is beyond describable.

I had to try very hard to not lose my sense, not to lose my bearing.

It felt like I was sitting in an empty casket buried deep underground.

While it was also keeping me safe from whatever was out there, the source of the disturbance.

But I also understood that the moment it broke, would become a moment; that would decide my whole destiny.

The feelings, the dread and fear, these all were still fine until they were nothing but my delusions, but the situation turned when my illusions became real.

I understood that maybe instead of the advent of an apocalypse, it was just its premonition. Instead of being the destruction itself, my feelings were just a warning for the future

Because while I was trying to find the gravity of my situation, a clue out of that uncanny situation; those glowing and blazing lights moved and came a bit closer to me.

………………………….

This is bad… real bad .This is not the time to think whether to 'be paranoid' or 'not be paranoid', because it is really happening.

 Moreover, it’s happening right now.

I know it’s him, that thing, whatever it is, is the reason for all the changes and the unprecedented horror which I have felt until now; while trying to feel the nature or trying to establish contact with Minie.

I need to do something, I need to hide.

 Because last time when it looked towards me, I felt that it was only checking everywhere and not especially me.

But his undisciplined, inattentive gaze was enough to cover my back with sweat.

 But now its openly close eye on me, I can feel it.

Though I don’t feel its gaze piercing through my soul, but I know he is happy.

 Happy because it’s not distorting or scattering anymore and it’s also not shining like it used to.

It’s just standing there, just standing there looking towards me while a keep hearing a low grumbling sound.

It’s like it is contemplating, thinking about something very hard, thinking about some decision!

I can only hope that it’s not a decision… That decides whether it will come to look for me or not…!

HOLY SHIT!

What will I do if does come here?!

The fear disturbed my state of mind and my calmness flew away; whereas anxiety and stress took over my body. My calm and collected self went away on holidays and my speaking tone turned hurried.

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I need to do something, I need to hide away from here, move away from its line of sight. What should I do, where should I go…!

Fuck, I forgot!

I can’t move.

………………………

According to my knowledge of time, it looked at me for two straight weeks, before its movements started changing.

Remember I said that I think it’s trying to find something?

Well it started moving towards me yesterday.

And I think the thing that it was trying to find was me and now that it has found me, it’s very happy.

Hahaa…

*sob*

It’s coming closer and closer with each passing day and I am drowning deeper and deeper in despair with each of its movements.

I don’t feel so good from it being happy, I think it’s probably singing something like a ceremonial song.

A song for my funeral!

………………………….

It’s been several months now and it’s almost upon me.

And I don’t know what to do.

I can feel its eyes checking me out like a predator stalking its prey, but instead of ending the hunt, it wants to play.

I can only hope that it will change direction to somewhere else along the way because it is already far too scary for my soft heart to handle and I don’t know what will happen if it reached me.

………………………….

Yes, again. Another of my wishes has come true.

I wanted to see, I saw him.

I wanted to see him clearly, to move near it; so to fulfill my wish it started moving towards me.

Now, does that makes me lucky or not. Such a lucky spirit I am, right…

[Anger took over me, Fear went away. My mind broke after all, When I saw that light coming my way.]

WRONG!!

SO, FUCKING WRONG. 

*sobs*

 Why I’m throwing tantrum like a little girl? Well, it’s because I can see it clearly now.

Yes, it’s here.

*slowly* It’s here and I don’t think its intentions are any good towards me.

It’s is like a grim reaper bringing not only my death, but apocalypse with itself.  Destruction to all and everywhere it passes by.

I can see it. I can finally fucking see this thi…ng, but now, how I wish that I could not.

I think dying while being blind is much better, than to have a look at something this grotesque. Yes, it is disgusting. It’s like looking at the god of damnation. The keeper of purgatory, the sewers of hell.

Its horror is so despicable and true that I don’t have any words to explain it. It has no body, just a figure of pure gore and terror.

It is a squishy, slimy blob, but not gelatinous.

To look in its eyes is so difficult that a single stare from it made me drenched with cold sweat.

It’s figure…

No actually it has no figure; just a mix of everything that is sliding unhurriedly towards me.

I’m sweating bullets here. Please, somebody do something or I WILL DIE!

Shit, I forgot!

I’m alone.

Its pitch black mouth is opening, while also enlightening me by showing scenes of mass destruction and flood of darkness and the unprecedented horrors that it must have committed.

 Its aura’s so cold, that my spirit which was shivering from just its gaze is about to freeze up.

But now that I can clearly see it coming towards me with its open mouth, well, I don’t want to see anything anymore.

There are so many beautiful things out there in the world, but the first thing I got to see is…

Well, never mind.

How should I describe this thing!

It’s a has mass of dark Violet and black aura which is bigger than even a mountain, swirling around dead and decomposing bodies of monster of varied shape and sizes.

Hell, I could even see some maggots crawling around all over and inside its mangled and decomposing body, happily devouring those puss filled shells.

They are devouring everything to quench their centuries old hunger.

It bodily flesh, which it might have had at some time in its life, is protruding puss all over the area and like an acid it melting even the ground.

Even the word gross falls short in front of its visage.

A mist of evaporated blood is leaving its body joining all the clouds up above, Covering all and everything, blocking and not letting even a single speck of light to shine on this death struck world.

Oh! I see.

Maybe this place was not originally so dark and devoid of life.

Maybe this place was also once colorful, but has turned into such a desperate and lifeless state after being stained by this thing for days, years, decades or maybe centuries.

The horror of its figure is already so unnatural, but the thing that’s making me want to vomit out even my innards and spray all of my organs on the ground to get an easy death, is its heaven encompassing and out of this world stench.

 I don’t think it can even be registered as a smell; it has already passed that realm and has turned into something spiritual.

It’s so disgustingly bad that all the vegetation thousands of miles around it has withered to something completely black and vicious.

And this disintegrated black stuff is rolling and running around eagerly towards it in order to join it. These masses of horrible contrast are now fighting between themselves, competing over the order in which they would get to join it.

These things look more like the fanatics of some religion than some lifeless grub because of the way they are crazily behaving trying to join it, to create something that is even more horrible than it already is.

With its open mouth it bites toward me, its mouth so enormous that even mountains shy away in front of it. I think it will probably take it some time to completely open its mouth.

 But I’m still sitting here in front of it without moving. I am not running away.

Am I scared? Yes I am.

Then why am I not running away in the face of death?

Am I a brute? No. Am I a masochist? NO. Am I a rebel? No.

It’s because I can’t move.

While I was thinking of what to do to save my life; it started closing its gigantic mouth.

The scene felt like the sky was shattering and his teeth felt like meteors were coming down, falling from the sky, bring gods fury and judgment along with it.

I felt like it could chomp down the whole world in a single bite.

…………………….

I don’t know what will happen once its mouth completely closes, engulfing me and everything around. I’ll die, probably.

Yeah, dying on the second day after my birth.

Haha, it’s pretty laughable really.

 I am already dying, before I even got to learning anything. I still have to create my dungeon, learn to tame monsters, fight humans, get strong, talk to Minie…

Yeah, there is also Minie, out there somewhere. Even though I can’t connect to her right now, but she must be worried sick, I have not talked with her for so long after all.

I have so many things to do and so many things to achieve, but no time.

I wish I had the chance to grow strong, though I don’t think anyone can ever be strong enough to fight something like this thing.

But still, just strong enough to stand properly in front of it without pissing myself.

Strong enough, so that I could at least tell Minie how sorry I’m for not letting her enjoy administrating a dungeon.

*Roar*Roar*

 My thoughts of becoming strong were still going on, when I a felt a wave of its horrible stench and blasts upon blasts of distorting noises move past me.

The noise is so loud enough that even sound of a volcanic eruption pales in front of it.

It comes in waves and break’s my spirit and body bit by bit, on its own leisure.

I was still trying to find my bearing and hold on in front of this damnation, when I heard it mumbling something.

Even between all the noises, stench and cries; I could hear a sentence almost reaching me, but disintegrating right before touching me.

I poured all my sense, all of my spirit into trying to figure out what it was all about.

But before I could make some shit of whatever death song it was singing, it closed its mouth.

It swallowed everything without giving me even a single second to understand anything.

And before I could utter even a single word, my surroundings turned silent and everything turned black. Its open mouth closed and I died.