ɢʟᴏʀʏ / ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘ.

                ❝ Don’t you look down on me! ❞

Poor Trollan, unable to see past his own anger. Tiny frame shook with anger. Ears now laying flat against his head. Yellow eyes narrow. He knows enough not to be too insulting. Yet, he still called these acts nothing but tricks and not the good kind. Orko was all for learning, for jokes, but not when it came from someone so….rude.

                              ❝ I refuse to acknowledge it because I don’t like your attitude. ❞

That’s a rare occurrence given Orko liked mostly everyone. If only his magic were stronger. If only his magesight would allow him to see the rules, the flow of magic within Eternos and Eternia itself. Then Orko could really show this guy what magic was.

If only the Sorceress were here. She was someone with REAL magic.

                    ❝ Your just all show. You have no love for the craft, the gift of magic. I should’ve known not to mess with you when you popped up out of nowhere. ❞

“    what a   major setback   ,       i was   striving   for       your acceptance.   ”

                                            THEY  LAUGHED    ; this rage was not fitting their standards.    cheap  wine    compared to the quality of entertainment the concept was    looking for    . what an    UGLY    laugh, as well.    hideous    as their personality, fitting for their scrawny form, loveless eyes    &&    tongue dripping in   revolting words   . how beautiful it could have been. orko’s magic which    SURELY    brought joy to those spectating, the concept’s   ‘    magic    ’   which surpassed the definition of    MIRACLE    . though the creator failed to see due to the    lack  of  love    , love for orko; for his craft; for anything touching this fragment.    &&    the lack of love clouded even the troll’s vision for the    magic    created by them.              NO ONE OUGHT TO BLAME HIM FOR THIS

                                               what could the two have created together    ??    how much     BOREDOM    would the small creature have killed, how many spells could the authority have taughed orko if they merely bothered to    ALTER REALITY    . surely it did not fail at the    jolliness    of orko.    &&    even now when the truth could    REWRITE    /    REDO    their meeting as easily as other’s blinked, they did not    bother    . at the face of loss the concept merely    GRIMMACED    . how ugly they were.

His lips twisted to the side, pursing as he contained further sarcastic comments. No fear did not equate to unappreciation of conceptual death’s efforts - even if they were only for the benefit of Kid. “Let’s take it one book at a time. If I do become a literal bookworm we’re gonna to have to re approach this whole ‘don’t stop thinking’ thing.” Soul added. Hopefully Kid would have figured out his mistake before Soul found himself grasping for the last book in conceptual death’s so called library.

They had a point, but Soul was never the book reading kind, at least not outwardly. He preferred to listen, allow the world melt away as a voice put new thoughts and ideas in his head. The physical act of reading was never his strong suit. Made the request all the more strategic in Soul’s eyes. Things that came easy never took time and became boring after a while.

Soul shrugged giving the concept a smirk. “One man’s ‘bookworm’ is another concepts insignificance.” Soul retorted cheekily. He couldn’t help himself, being stuck here for what was more than likely going to be all of eternity, and anyone he ever worried about being dead and gone, there was no reason to fear the concept like he had when he was alive. They were following Kid’s orders as deliberately as his own shell of a body was.

“    you begin to   think       according to   your position   .   ”

                                   no    VOYAGER    , no   witch    . though as the piece of kidd, son of the grandest concept, soul evans might have been more than them already.               for   not   even   the   great   witch   of   theatergoing   could   harm   soul   not   ,   even   if   she   wished   for   it               under conceptual death’s    PROTECTION    . how laughable this situation was, forever playing as if    they   did   not   know     what kidd had done    TO    /    FOR    his friend until the young creator would actually    adress  it     . an act which may take an   ‘    infinite    ’   time, though each current party had this time on their hands, did they not    ??

“   if only. . . you could read as      many books. . . so it would  stop      being an   insignificance    .   ”

ღ|| “Where would the fun be without a little mayhem?” She was delighted, ecstatic even! What was the hand of boredom when in the face of ‘pleasant’ company. Curvaceous hips rise from the couch as she eagerly hops near the Creator.

She knew by now that Death was attracted to things that were… well… ‘gloom & doom’ for lack of a better phrase; but if they could continuously exist & tolerate her constant shenanigans then she could equally return the favor. Such was any relationship after all. A constant tug of give & take.

“So, where to? I’m completely at your whim & favor.”

“   this one   fragment   . . .       i have been   watching    .   ”

            ❝ A relief for me.❞

Which was the truth. This cute kitten would not charm his prince, his friend. This means that Cringer wouldn’t get thrown out. But there’s still a slightly worried thought in his mind. Even as he led the way to the palace of Eternos, to where his home was… His friends.

                    ❝ You have a prince too? Maybe they can be friends and play together. Adam likes to meet new friends. In fact, maybe the two kingdoms can enter an alliance. Friendship is always good. ❞

Cringer just assumes that this prince is part of a kingdom. Why not? Considering all the princes he’s ever met were going to one day inherit a kingdom from their father…. Maybe Cringer can do some good…. Letting the two meet. Letting them talk…. Eternia was open, friendly. Eternia had to be some of the most enlightened and open minded people Cringer has seen. This was because of King Randor and He-Man. Without their goodness and wisdom, who knows what might happen.

                                                                                 ❝ Is this prince of yours nice? ❞

                                         already the cub’s kingdom was an entire    fragment    , though the concept’s kingdom were the    LAYERS  OF  REALITY    . forever twisting    &&    expanding. everything in one claw, nothingness in the other. though,    for  once    , selfish claws would pass it onto    ANOTHER    .      (         though   unfortunately   kidd   did   not   want   any   of   it         )      in each way the cub was just like the parent, the    humbleness    was none of them.    &&    with the alliance with   ‘    death  city    ’   they would not only gain an ally who controlled the    mightiest  truth    , but also protection from them. certainly no wrong move, even if made for    SENTIMENTAL REASONS    . what was in the way    ??    the prince of death liked to make friends.

“    my prince is the    kindest    .        he gave me what   no one   else could.   ”

ღ|| “And this party is still rollin’.”

Besides, they didn’t sleep! Neither did she unless she wanted to. She jumps on the couch & sits beside them, although absolutely no psychical contact whatsoever.

“You know what we should do? We should go out! I’ll even let you pick the fragment. It’ll be fun!”

“   so   i   have to bring your     drunk self   back while you     cry over kittens   &&   puppies.   ”

                                   two perfect suns shifted, if an    EXPRESSION    could be translated it would be   ‘    are   you   fucking   kidding   me    ’   ; though she should    KNOW    their attention was only attracted to    miserable fragments    , places were    FUN    was not to be had.      (         where   love   was   not   exactly   a   driving   force         )      going with her in some sort of elite club would be    LOUD    /    MESSY    . though the two concepts would recieve a    vip lounge    anyways.         CREATOR  WANTED  IT  SO      ghost of a smile appeared on    IVORY FEATURES    .

@creatordeath ||

“So, I googled ‘how to start a wildfire…’ “

“And I got 48,500 matches!”

         “   it is   3am   .   ”

Cringer had the vague feeling that he was being looked down upon, but he was too much of a scardy cat to actually say anything. Like always, he passively accepted what happened, tucking his tail in between his legs. Impressive looking beast or not, he was still scared, still scared of his own shadow–a fact Prince Adam made clear that he found embarrassing. While his friend learned to grow patience, Cringer still found times where he thought Adam was being a little harsh. But he understood.

Cringer was indeed a fraidy cat.

Good animal instincts told him to get away from this seemingly too good to be true cat. But, see, Cringer wanted to give this potential friend a chance. Without Adam or Man-At-Arms or even Teela here to tell him what to do, Cringer didn’t act on his best instincts, instead turning his back to a potential enemy in favor of leading the way to the palace kitchen.

          ❝ Salmon is my favorite too. You’re a c-cat after my own heart. ❞

A statement made in friendly jest, but one he half expected to blow over. Right now, he wished Orko was here to help smooth over the stiffening, suffocating atmosphere such a lofty cat held. Something about this tiny kitten felt off. Times like this, he wished he was BATTLE CAT. He’d have courage then, the courage to take his paw and swat at this cat. Battle cat was fierce, loyal, fearsome. Cringer was just a kitten scared of his own shadow. No wonder his long time friend seemed so fed up with him sometimes.

But Cringer had his merits too! He won’t discount them. It’s more like, right now, he wished he was that Battle Cat. He’d know what to do, what to say… He’d know how to handle this new, strange, otherworldly cat.

                   ❝ I hope you meet Teela. She’d love you. You’re cute enough. ❞

But he hopes Adam never meets this cat. He might like this cat more than him. A silly thought but one that stuck in Cringer’s head and made him want to scratch something, nails and all.

                                                MR. SNUGGLES    was quick to follow.      fucking idiot      , turning his back against them.     (         but   of   course   mr.   snuggles   did   not   think   lowly   of   anyone         )      how adorably their bell ringed as feline followed suit,    CRUEL    would it be to simply stop the noise    ??    how unsettling would it be, underlining the presence of a    GHOST CAT    . with pitch black furr, almost glittering eyes, who would not think of something    OTHERWORLDLY PERFECT    when confronted with the  cruelest truth  .

                                             how    DISGUSTING    of them would it be if they changed to their form of a    black leopard    .      (         tall   as   a   beast    ,    carrying   endless   universes   in   it’s   furr        )      then continue to act as if    NOTHING    has changed. hideous personality remained the same, wether the body was    CUTE    /    UGLY    . mr. snuggles might as well spit words no one would think they’d hear from such a    LOVABLE KITTEN    .            kidd   certainly   would   say   otherwise   for   was   his   cat   not   perfect            with smaller,    FASTER    steps the little one caught up with the moss colored tiger.

   “ Entertainin’ only ta’ an extent, though. Even kings an’ gods become bored of such battles. Ya’ can only watch them struggle for so long. Eventually the fight has ta’ end, an’ they’ll either walk away with their head raised high, or devoured like the lamb they are. Its like they say – you can lead a horse ta’ the water, but ya’ can’t make ‘em drink it. Its the same with weak beings. Ya’ can deliver them the power, but would they ever be able to wield it? Most cases , the end up like our dear John Doe back there — oi though, i thought ya’ wanted us ta’ fight for ya’ against the incubators? So why did’ja let her die like that? We could’ve saved her in time, if we had ta’ be truthful about the situation.”

“   you still   talk too much  ,      i am a   spectator   .       the  word  has gone around.   ”

It was a long shot, but he was finally able to master Death using the three Deadly Hallows. Breathing heavily in the cool winter air a shiver raced down the man’s spine as he waited. Death warned him that there was a something that he even answers too and it got Riddle interested. He huffed with pride and told Death that he would conquer that creature as well. An evil smirk appeared on his lips at the thought of finally becoming immortal. He was a god among men!

Suddenly a voice appeared behind the man causing him to quickly whip around gripping his wand tighter. The Elder Wand was turning his knuckles white from his death grip on the wood as dark hues narrowed at the stranger. He couldn’t even sense this person as he was floating in the air.

“Really now. Then you are in the wrong place. If you want to join go to Hogwarts to join the other Slytherins because you are not welcomed here, stranger.” The human was trying his best to keep calm as he kept his cocky grin on his face. The ravenette didn’t trust the other and his stomach was forming knots so this person couldn’t be trusted.

                                           the    DEATH    of this fragment was a    true disgrace    .      (         perhaps   they   might   assign   a   new   reaper   to   this   world         )      though certainly the hooded one lost    NO WORD    about that. what good was death if it was bested by a piece of cloth, a stone   &&   a stick. the creator had nothing to gain from this.   tom   was the character from this book, such was death. authority was    THE READER    .   truth was the author.   the   dark lord   may spend a lifetime not knowing he was in a fragment among infinite others holding    MULTIVERSES    . not even their  cute  creation knew, did it   ??

“   i have   nothing      from this school.      i am   strong   .   ”

                                             what had they from the    DEATH  EATERS    other than a single drop of entertainment against the torture that was    BOREDOM    . what had they to gain other than to    FOOL AROUND    as the boy of the   prophecy   inched closer to birth.      (         to   toy   around   with   hints   of   horcruxes         )      letting the self proclaimed god guess if they    KNEW    or if lucky guesses escaped fanged mouth.    unless    death spoiled the surprise by letting this woodchip know of their    OMNISCIENCE    . but behold, child of men, they might make you a    REAL GOD    someday. with which    DISGUSTINGLY ARROGANT    expression they looked down on  tom  . 

              ❝ You’re mocking magic. How can’t I be sensitive. My entire world is centered around magic. Trollans are magical creatures. The world around us…. Everything we do, we use magic for GOOD. You’re just mocking it, spouting nonsense. ❞

Orko was very sensitive indeed. This stranger, making the impossible happen without verbalizing spells. Mocking what feats Orko could achieve… He’d spent his entire life being taught by his uncle–the best wizard on Trolla. As small, as tiny as Orko was, he would not stand to have anyone mock his uncle’s legacy.

                ❝ I don’t think there is anything I can learn from someone without love & respect. ❞

No. This was almost as bad as if Orko had went to Skeletor or Evil-lyn for help. This would get him no where. This… thing was not a worthy teacher, not in Orko’s eyes anymore.

              ❝ I had hoped we could be friends but you’d only mock me.               Why, that’s not how one makes friends at all! ❞

                                         HOW  SAD    , for one’s world to be centered around such    sentimentalities    . creator most certainly lacked the    LOVE    it took to see such deeds as magicical. most certainly    HOT AIR    in some fragments, acts of    IMPOSSIBILITIES    in others. rules of magic were never the same in any   ‘    book    ’   ,    &&    as the    READER    truth allowed itself the    ARROGANCE    to press their own interpretation of magic onto this world. it was nothing criminal, the reader was allowed to experience anything as they pleased.      (         what   was   this   but   a   small   book   to   them         )      the    EXPERIENCE    may lose quality, as for now creator did naught but look down on the woodchip, though it was the concept’s own fault;         being   bored   by   everything         .    SOFT CHUCKLE    left the grandest truth. they have not even began their    MOCKING    , what was this but mindful observation    ??      how rude  ,  how grotesque  ,  how disgusting. a smile touched ivory lips, now unlike a    SNAKE    . a snap of their fingers   &&   white dove’s appeared, this time taking the form of    ACTUAL DOVES    . quickly scattering away.    again    , no spell. one could argue with    RED   /   BLUE    , what was this but magic    ??    the concept used    no tricks    .

                     ❝ I will enjoy this. I like when you bring me new friends. ❞