Endlessly Wandering

"Hah...Hah...It didn't follow...me, right?"

They mumbled, their voice literally breaking and distorted. And by broken, it's not in the emotional sense. Their voice was broken as if they were literally struggling to speak clearly.

"Where...even am I?"

They whispered as they stepped forward. Their steps shaky and cautious. Their skin was cracked, literally. With bandages to seemingly temporarily mend the cracks. Their hair was short and messy, being a brown color. They wore a brown sweater vest with a white undershirt, light brown shorts, white socks, black shoes, and a black backpack.

"This...isn't the White...Void. Or any...of the other...realms I visit...to warn. But...that means...dammit! Can it...no...it shouldn't be...able too...fuck it! I...need to warn...as many people...as I can!"

They murmured as they looked for people to warn of the possible threat that only they knew.

-@forgotten-identity-from-time

"Hey, can't you read the sign at the front? This place is closed."

"...Oh I'm...sorry. I was...running for...my damn life!"

They said angrily. Their firsts clenched so hard it looked like their hands would shatter. Despite their face being censored, he could practically feel the annoyance.

"Just...listen to me."

They mumbled. This was serious. If that thing found them before they could warn him or any others that were possibly here...they knew exactly how it would end.

They exclaimed. Showing a picture of the creature.

(Ignore the table)

They said nervously. The distortion in their voice getting worse by the second. Dammit. They were falling apart already? They just crafted this body. The teenager felt a surge of panic wash through them. Was it here? They looked at Vincent with a somber feeling. The cracks on their skin grew larger.

"Please...run. It's for your...safety. I beg...you."

They said before running in the kitchen. When Vincent ran after them. They were standing in front of a portal.

"Hah...Hah...It didn't follow...me, right?"

They mumbled, their voice literally breaking and distorted. And by broken, it's not in the emotional sense. Their voice was broken as if they were literally struggling to speak clearly.

"Where...even am I?"

They whispered as they stepped forward. Their steps shaky and cautious. Their skin was cracked, literally. With bandages to seemingly temporarily mend the cracks. Their hair was short and messy, being a brown color. They wore a brown sweater vest with a white undershirt, light brown shorts, white socks, black shoes, and a black backpack.

"This...isn't the White...Void. Or any...of the other...realms I visit...to warn. But...that means...dammit! Can it...no...it shouldn't be...able too...fuck it! I...need to warn...as many people...as I can!"

They murmured as they looked for people to warn of the possible threat that only they knew.

-@forgotten-identity-from-time

"Hey, can't you read the sign at the front? This place is closed."

"...Oh I'm...sorry. I was...running for...my damn life!"

They said angrily. Their firsts clenched so hard it looked like their hands would shatter. Despite their face being censored, he could practically feel the annoyance.

"Just...listen to me."

They mumbled. This was serious. If that thing found them before they could warn him or any others that were possibly here...they knew exactly how it would end.

They exclaimed. Showing a picture of the creature.

(Ignore the table)

"Hah...Hah...It didn't follow...me, right?"

They mumbled, their voice literally breaking and distorted. And by broken, it's not in the emotional sense. Their voice was broken as if they were literally struggling to speak clearly.

"Where...even am I?"

They whispered as they stepped forward. Their steps shaky and cautious. Their skin was cracked, literally. With bandages to seemingly temporarily mend the cracks. Their hair was short and messy, being a brown color. They wore a brown sweater vest with a white undershirt, light brown shorts, white socks, black shoes, and a black backpack.

"This...isn't the White...Void. Or any...of the other...realms I visit...to warn. But...that means...dammit! Can it...no...it shouldn't be...able too...fuck it! I...need to warn...as many people...as I can!"

They murmured as they looked for people to warn of the possible threat that only they knew.

-@forgotten-identity-from-time

"Hey, can't you read the sign at the front? This place is closed."

"...Oh I'm...sorry. I was...running for...my damn life!"

They said angrily. Their firsts clenched so hard it looked like their hands would shatter. Despite their face being censored, he could practically feel the annoyance.

"Just...listen to me."

They mumbled. This was serious. If that thing found them before they could warn him or any others that were possibly here...they knew exactly how it would end.

It chuckled as it wandered the realm. No amount of warnings from that pathetic soul could prevent it from reaching this realm.

It walked for what felt like minutes on end. Only to find a lanky and pale cultist. How humorous. It already found it's first prey.

It silently approached Two Time. Only to be stabbed in the leg by their dagger.

"You...YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

It growled angrily.

>[Two Time kicked the stranger to release their dagger from its leg, wiping the blood that had gotten on it using their scarf with a wide grin on their face.]

"You left yourself open."

It snarled as it jumped at them. Only being able to dodge by a few inches. That...thing...had inhumane speed, even for this realm. One thing was off about their blood. It was pure black. Akin to ichor rather than blood(not the Dandy's World kind, the deity kind).

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean! But if you insist, then..."

>[A gust of wind as Two Time flew. Four wings, one made of bones and the other made of what could only be the skin of the Spawn itself, flapped as the limbo's moon shone behind them like they were an ethereal being.]

The four horns on its head grew longer, larger. Its body seemed to grow quickly in size. It opened its mouth, revealing rows of teeth. It looked more akin to an entity rather than a human. The cracks on its skin suddenly grew larger. Longer. Deeper. It never stopped smiling. It suddenly jumped into a portal. Only to reappear above Two Time in an ambush attack.

"You don't know who I am, do you? I'm The Creator or The Puppeteer. Not of this realm though. That role belongs to this supposed Spectere. But in the white void...I create beings to DESTROY THEM. And would you believe I was once...ugh...a disgusting and useless human? Before I gained this form, I was a weak and disappointing excuse of life. Died in a tragic accident at 15 years old. And now...I am practically a GOD. And you...you worship something called the Spawn, correct. Tell me about it. Is it similar to me? Is it an entity? A sorrowful excuse of a creature turned god? Or is it something else? You fascinate me, mortal. Sorry for getting carried away. My identity as The Creator or The Puppeteer is quite simple. In my domain, I have complete control. But here, I don't. The Spectere has full control, correct? Is it sadistic? Does it find joy in the suffering of others? Is it something I might get along with?"

It chuckled as it wandered the realm. No amount of warnings from that pathetic soul could prevent it from reaching this realm.

It walked for what felt like minutes on end. Only to find a lanky and pale cultist. How humorous. It already found it's first prey.

It silently approached Two Time. Only to be stabbed in the leg by their dagger.

"You...YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

It growled angrily.

>[Two Time kicked the stranger to release their dagger from its leg, wiping the blood that had gotten on it using their scarf with a wide grin on their face.]

"You left yourself open."

It snarled as it jumped at them. Only being able to dodge by a few inches. That...thing...had inhumane speed, even for this realm. One thing was off about their blood. It was pure black. Akin to ichor rather than blood(not the Dandy's World kind, the deity kind).

"Ah...fuck...that hurt...huh?"

They said with a broken voice. Not broken in the emotional sense, but rather in the literal sense. Their voice was distorted and changing volumes at random.

They rubbed their head from the sudden fall.

"Where...am I? This...isn't the...endless white void."

The stranger slowly stood up. Wincing at the cracks in their skin. Their body was damaged already? Damn. They really need to make a body out of more durable materials. They had a lack of energy, as usual. So they went to the couch to recharge.

AR was currently outside his cabin, just talking (or rather, pranking) with the other survivors of the Forsaken realm.

They closed their eyes, exhausted from the movement. Due to their weak body and mind, they had little energy that would drain quickly with an average amount of physical movement.

They eventually fell asleep, finally having a peaceful rest in what felt like YEARS. Despite time moving a LOT quicker in the white void compared to any other realm. So maybe it had only been months? Weeks? Days? Minutes? No matter how long they had actually been in that damned void, they needed this rest.

Not noticing the figure on his couch, he exhaled a sigh from his mouth hidden under the panel covering his face, locking the door behind him before AR walked to the middle of his cabin.

Like a scene in a movie, the hanging overhead bulb dimmed down and multiple sizes of red&black panels popped up around AR, who already summoned his own panel and started to type something into it while the panels floating around his person whirred quietly.

Wh4t th3-‽

He spoke, the floated red&black panels around him quickly forming into a pair of hands, before AR paused at the other's voice - distorted like incoherent static, broken in the literal sense. He also noticed how the strangers body literally looked cracked, like a window that got spiderwebbed.

The stranger said. Their voice still broken but obviously nervous. They seemed exhausted, despite the black censor completely covering their face.

"My name...is...is...uhm...so...I may or...may not remember...my own name...or at least...my old...name. Before I...became this. I...can't remember my...own...face either."

They said in a quiet voice. One of their hands held their right arm. They opened their backpack and pulled out three images of a strange monster creature.

"That, is my...old body. Yeah...that...thing...used to be...me. I know...it's hard to...believe. Someone like...me...is part of...that. It's really...confusing to explain."

They then sighed and stretched their fragile body. They looked like if they sneezed one time, they would literally shatter into millions of pieces. The images were...disturbing to say the least. Like, what the hell was that thing? It was almost hard to believe that this entity used to be a human.

"You're probably very...confused. I'll explain...I'm only fragments...of a memory...of what that...body used to...be. I had...to make this...body you see...in front of...you. But they...always are really...fragile for whatever...reason. I probably...need to start...making my bodies...out of metal."

"Ah...fuck...that hurt...huh?"

They said with a broken voice. Not broken in the emotional sense, but rather in the literal sense. Their voice was distorted and changing volumes at random.

They rubbed their head from the sudden fall.

"Where...am I? This...isn't the...endless white void."

The stranger slowly stood up. Wincing at the cracks in their skin. Their body was damaged already? Damn. They really need to make a body out of more durable materials. They had a lack of energy, as usual. So they went to the couch to recharge.

AR was currently outside his cabin, just talking (or rather, pranking) with the other survivors of the Forsaken realm.

They closed their eyes, exhausted from the movement. Due to their weak body and mind, they had little energy that would drain quickly with an average amount of physical movement.

They eventually fell asleep, finally having a peaceful rest in what felt like YEARS. Despite time moving a LOT quicker in the white void compared to any other realm. So maybe it had only been months? Weeks? Days? Minutes? No matter how long they had actually been in that damned void, they needed this rest.

Not noticing the figure on his couch, he exhaled a sigh from his mouth hidden under the panel covering his face, locking the door behind him before AR walked to the middle of his cabin.

Like a scene in a movie, the hanging overhead bulb dimmed down and multiple sizes of red&black panels popped up around AR, who already summoned his own panel and started to type something into it while the panels floating around his person whirred quietly.

"Ah...fuck...that hurt...huh?"

They said with a broken voice. Not broken in the emotional sense, but rather in the literal sense. Their voice was distorted and changing volumes at random.

They rubbed their head from the sudden fall.

"Where...am I? This...isn't the...endless white void."

The stranger slowly stood up. Wincing at the cracks in their skin. Their body was damaged already? Damn. They really need to make a body out of more durable materials. They had a lack of energy, as usual. So they went to the couch to recharge.

AR was currently outside his cabin, just talking (or rather, pranking) with the other survivors of the Forsaken realm.

They closed their eyes, exhausted from the movement. Due to their weak body and mind, they had little energy that would drain quickly with an average amount of physical movement.

They eventually fell asleep, finally having a peaceful rest in what felt like YEARS. Despite time moving a LOT quicker in the white void compared to any other realm. So maybe it had only been months? Weeks? Days? Minutes? No matter how long they had actually been in that damned void, they needed this rest.

They had short yet messy brown hair, their face was completely censored by a black box, their body seemed extremely fragile and like it was cracking. They wore a brown sweater with a checkered light brown sweat vest, knee length brown shorts, white socks, and black shoes. Dawning a black backpack on their back.

The person seemed to be confused at their location. This wasn't the white void. Did they accidentally wander into an unknown realm? They sure hope not.

"Ah...there's...another person here?"

They asked. Their voice broken, not in the emotional sense. But rather like they're slowly distorting into something else. Their voice was echoing and cracking.

-@forgotten-identity-from-time

The creature before them looks around, confused, before looking dead into their eyes

They replied. Rubbing the back of their head in slight anticipation. They expected a startled reaction. But not this tame. No time to explain now. They had to get to the point.

"I'm...somebody...I forgot...my own name...a long time...ago...but that isn't...important! What...is important is...the fact that...you...might be in...grave danger! There's...this entity going...to different realms...that entity is...my old body...the body...that changed...in...that place."

They started to explain. They explained how they were the fragments of a long forgotten memory. One that had to craft a new body after they lost the one that supposed entity has now. Their new body was extremely fragile and they had little energy. So any and all physical movement drained that energy. Even writing.

"I'm...a wanderer...not fully lost...and lost...at the same...time! I'm...not sure...how much energy...I have left...but you need...to listen to...me!"

They warned. Explaining that ANY AND ALL possible entrances need to be barricaded. That all the lights must be off and to not make A SINGLE SOUND.

"The...entity...it can...mimic voices...almost to...perfection! It can...change it's appearance...DO NOT LET...anybody inside...nor communicate with...the supposed person...gather EVERYONE...Survivors...killers...NPCs...players, everyone...STAY INDOORS."

"Hello? If you're reading this, I might as well be damaged beyond repair. My name is not important, not like I can remember it anyways. But you need to listen to me! There is a threat coming to your realm! So powerful that it might put the Spectere at risk. I know how to make sure you stay safe. Warn EVERYONE. Survivors, Killers, random inhabitants of the realm, EVERYONE. Find shelter and barricade ALL possible entrances. No matter how impossible it would be to reach, IT WILL FIND A WAY IF IT’S NOT BARRICADED. Turn off ALL lights and do NOT make a single sound. DO NOT GO OUTSIDE FOR ANY REASON! It can mimic the voice of others. So do NOT respond, no matter how desperate they sound. Stay out of it's sight, because if it sees you...well...I don't know what would happen. I have to cut this warning short as I'm running low on energy. Good luck. - Signed, REDACTED".

They just prayed that somebody found their letter. They don't know how much longer they can hold off this entity. That's it!

They're able to wander into different realms. So if they managed to wander to that realm without it noticing, maybe they can do something before it arrives there.

They opened the portal and jumped in. Immediately shutting it as soon as they arrived.

The stranger's face was completely censored by a black box. Their hair was a light brown in a short yet messy style.

Their skin tone was tanish white, slowly starting to crack as the fragile body they crafted for themself was slowly deteriorating. They would need to craft a new body soon. They clothing was similar to a school uniform. Brown sweater jacket, brown shorts that reached the knees, and a black backpack.

They ran to the first building they saw, something akin to a temple. The purples and blacks were slightly off putting. But they needed to warn someone.

They were nothing but a fading memory. One desperate to warn others before it was too late. If the current state of their body found them...they would most likely be good as dead.

So they ran. And ran. Eventually colliding with someone on accident. The person was similar to a rotting corpse.

"W-Wait! Before...you kill me...you...must listen!"