A Fresh Start
S remembers the last time he’s heard from The Creator, it was a good couple years. If the anomaly recalls correctly, he and one other person was left to sit in this void due to some reason.
Was it because The Creator’s friend group fell apart, and he couldn’t bear to think about them?
Nevertheless, S and the white haired kid found themselves where they are kept for, what, two years?
The poor kid, HüñTêr, was his name? He doesn’t even know what’s going on. Why he’s here with him.
S stares down at his hands, two crystallized lumps sit in the center of his palms. The story of getting these was an interesting tale of hubris and stupidity.
A quiet sigh comes from the kid, before he speaks up. “Hey, S? How long have we spent here? I believe I have lost count.” The boy asks politely.
“I don’t know, time doesn’t exist here. For all we know, millions of years have passed, or not even two hours.” S replies, huffing.
But still, S cannot tell the kid what he knows for fear of driving him mad. He’s not even sure if the man himself is sane.
Suddenly, a door materializes before them, before opening to reveal The Creator.
“Hey, you two. It’s been a while, eh? I believe I am done childishly leaving you two here. I’m currently pitching an idea to a new group of friends, and I need both your help in playing your new parts. You two are able to leave, however, both of you need some serious reworking. Think you’re up to it?” I ask.
S smiles, so Doc has finally decided to bring them both back into the spotlight. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road.”
The boy seems lost, “I’m sorry, but who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?”
I sigh, remembering what transpired prior to me leaving them in the dark.
“I am your Creator. Someone who was supposed to be writing out your stories. But unfortunately, due to some circumstances out of my control, things fell through and I left you two here. However, I have a new opportunity to redo it all. And all I ask is for your participation.”
The boy is silent, before clearing his throat. “Will I meet my friends again?”
I silently sigh, “No, I’m afraid not. You see, The Creators of your friends have had a falling through. We had initially done a collaboration, but it never finished. But I can promise adventure and new friends. You will have to relive life under a different name, but I believe you can thrive better than you ever had before.”
#^#}% is silent, before reluctantly nodding.
“Very well, what’s my new name?”
I smile at him, “Jakob Blanc, and you will maintain your Umbrakinesis. Worry not, you will be able to meet S under new circumstances.”
Jakob hums, testing out the new identity in his head, before smiling brightly. “Okay! I like this!”
“I will have to redo your whole identity and wipe the slate clean, however.” I warn before snapping my fingers, causing Jakob to disappear.
S watches, grinning at the perplexed expression Jakob wore before suddenly disappearing.
“Now, S. Because of how unruly you are, I will have to only temporarily lock your memory until a later time. Thankfully, I will no longer be ripping off of my sister,” I laugh before continuing, “Your New name is Sawyer Lune. You may still refer to yourself as S. just thought you should have an actual name than something cringe. You will also have a rework done, it’s only fair to do this with one of my first characters. I will give you new memories now.” I state before snapping my fingers once more, sending S away.
….Hopefully they will thrive under a newer era. And I hope my old friends are well despite what happened.
