#ohgodno

After all this time, of you listening to me for this whole month I must say - you survived longer with me than the others. It’s kinda an achievement, really. Congratulations! Wanna prize? How about answers to your questions?

You probably wonder about that curse I mentioned before. What is it? Why it doesn’t allow me to die? How it works? When I got it?

Well, firstly, it isn’t exactly a curse. It’s actually kinda connected to my talent for creating magical artifacts. I had both of these since birth. A curse and a blessing you would say.

“But!“ I hear you say. “Not dying seems like a fine power! I would like to have it! It sounds pretty cool!“

You know, I thought the same before I was left to die, with my body turned to dust. The ability to regenerate is cool... but the coolness stops when you start feeling the insane pain.

But yeah, it still a power. 

As I said it passes in the blood of my family. When my mom met my dad she knew what she was signing on for. She thought it would be cool and under control.

But all she got was me. 

Now your little mind starts thinking, I feel it. It thinks “But how did your mother had this power?” - that’s a good question! Let’s start this story from the beginning. 

Ah, I remember my dad. He was a cool guy. He had a mustache... or maybe a beard? Either way, his hair was nice... or was it fur? What’s the difference between the two really? And...

Okay, I kinda don’t remember my pops. But I still remember how he met my mother.

He was a clever man, you see. He knew how to solve problems, and made things that really helped people around him. People started to talk with each other about how cool he was, then that information got passed to travelers, who were just walking by. The travelers passed the information into other parts of the land, and soon everyone knew about his intelligence.

My mother has a thing for the smart guys (or just guys who appear to be smart), so she wanted to meet this incredibly cool guy everyone was talking about.

So she met him. So they talked. So they had a relationship.

And I was the result of it.

Soon, she started to think she made a big mistake, and just... run away. No goodbye, no nothing. Everyone started to act like she never ever existed, and I just appeared out of nowhere one day. 

I couldn’t care less actually, living with pops alone was cool. He was sometimes a little too strict, but I felt he... liked me. 

It was kinda heartbreaking when he died. I didn’t know what to do with him. We lived all alone, and I was totally not prepared in handling a dead body.

I would probably starve, or go insane, if my big sister didn’t show up.

At first, she was just a stranger, but she quickly became close. She showed me how to live on my own.

After getting pops a proper burial, we decided to travel together. There wasn’t really anything that held me back from going into the world. I had no close friends, my house started to make me feel emotions I didn’t like, and... the world seemed interesting. I wanted to see it. 

When we traveled together, I liked to look at the night sky and think... my mother was somewhere out there, probably looking at the same starts as I...

I was pretty angry at her for leaving me and pops alone. So I liked to think that one day the moon will explode and one of its pieces will hit her in the face.

With our travels I discovered my power, to create artifacts. I also discovered that my mother could do that. Though, for her, it was a little easier.

So... I thought it would be cool to make replicas of things she made and replace them with originals. And also add some funny effects to them.

Soon after that, I met my brother. He came from a much different family than me, but we quickly found a common language. We liked each other very much and we were pretty inseparable.

Later, I finally found my mother. It was after I pranked some of her people, and destroyed a couple building that kinda belonged to her. She was angry and a little surprised that I existed. For her, it was probably like finding a spider, in a place when you thought there were no spiders.

We argued a little, and then she left, because of some “important business”. Probably just an excuse so she wouldn’t have to talk with me. 

She thought I will be all nice and proper from that point on. But I still enjoyed pranking people as much as I can. Partially because I knew this annoyed her, and partially because it was just so much fun on its own.

I was fascinated with my powers. I wanted them to use them for a good cause - to shake things up, change the world and have fun, when everything and everyone else is so serious all the time. 

As you know already, my mother didn’t like it very much. She had a lot of power. By that, I mean both literal power and like metaphorical power. There were a lot of people ready to serve her. 

And when she had enough of me, she sent every single one of them to catch me.

You know how the story goes by now - I get trapped in a city, I escape bleeding, only to find out my mother was waiting for me this whole time.

And then she kills me.

Well, tries to kill me.

I only saw the artifact she used for a few moments but by the looks of it, I think she used everything she had to make this. This was her magnum opus. The little thingy she probably calls “The Child Obliterator”.

Even with the full extent of her powers, it didn’t work. I guess my regeneration is stronger than her destruction. I’m not if I should call this “Lucky” or “Unlucky”, but it’s at least something, right?

I lived for quite some time, but after that, I felt like I started to mature.

Like ripe fruit, I’m ready for the harvest, or whatever else awaits me. 

And now I wander across all the lands, feeling like a new person, with a new understanding of things, and a name I have chosen for myself.

Wait, you don’t know my name? I didn’t introduce myself?

Well, it’s finally the time, isn’t it?

My name is Chaos. I’m what you would call a “demon”.

Well, actually some of us would prefer a “more accurate” term “half-god”, but I don’t want to be associated with my mother. She’s such a snob.

She thinks because she’s “The Goddess of The Moon” that means she can do whatever, and she always right. Always! You know I like to do a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean I’m always right!

But in the end, all of this doesn’t matter. 

No one can stop me now. Even you.

I’m free.

Hahahahaha... I have to go now. Go to create new beautiful artifacts, and mess more with mortals like you. 

But don’t worry friend. We will see each other again.

CRXAFDLRFODN!

YOUR THE BROKEN END FROM THE BROKEN SCRIPT!

*reveals real fluorine who I saved*

Your a faker, a fraud, a mockery and I'm gonna send you back to where you belong, the broken script.

*locks in and grabs you, before forcing you out of the reality into the broken script* (note: this is the return of the normal fluorine of this blog and this means everything becomes truly normal, and respond this ask by saying, "I'm finally back to this blog and I'm free from the faker, all thanks to unquadnilium!")

From I-1-ium (still locked in)

okay, but have you considered that the real fluorine need to be freed and saved in the first place, is because SHE WAS EVEN MORE DANGEROUS?