#thed3rlore

I truly, truly hope he doesn't join this world, but it's too late for hope.

Too late for me, anyways.

He knows. He watches. He waits.

And the world keeps spinning, as the hour grows closer.

Hey Tumblr, it’s d3r. Haven't been on here in a while, though due to personal reasons that you all most definitely know about, I should be able to answer anyone's questions. Besides, he made an account as well. The account should help warn him.. if possible.

If the existential horror of the King is to know everything, and to be able to anticipate each and every thought and move you take, this library makes sense, considering His power.

Honestly, the entire domain in itself is a testament to the King and how it perceives its reality. The literature on the desks is intriguing as well, though I definitely wasn't in the greatest state when I arrived to view the library in the first place.

Though that isn't what matters.

I'm running out of time.

Avery is stubborn. This is practically a fact anyone who knows him would know (and totally not one of the reasons I love him) and yet his stubbornness puts him in danger. Especially now.

Avery doesn't give up easily.

He will eventually find me due to the Factor, one way or another.

Honestly, the best I can do at the moment is read and pray.

Though there isn't much to pray to, especially Knowing what I do now.

All I wish for is one thing.

How I existed in the before.

Before everything fell to pieces in the grasp of the Allknowing.

I know about them now, its just..

I envy him. I yearn to be like him (and to love him).

...hm?

No, not.. particularly?

This Knowledge only really lets me know about the present and things the real world. Even if I- we had kids, it isn't like I'd be able to Know that.

<D3RLORD3>, or rather, Derek (as that was his name) had been in this realm, this dimension, for months. Ages, if you will. He was trapped.

Alone.

Dying.

And Afraid.

When he'd reached the Library, the view was astonishing, like every other area he'd been. Books upon books built, and each book contained any possible combinations of numbers, and literature. This is what made the Library so interesting.

But Derek wasn't focused on the books, no.

Derek was focused on not letting his mind rot from the inside out.

"f-f..uck—" Derek wheezed off of Minecraft. He hated this feeling, being so cornered. He'd never felt it before in his life, not from college (he'd dropped out), not from stress, never, until... It.

Although Derek had always chased this high, that doesn't mean he knew what it felt like. Sure, he'd dropped out of college because it was unfulfilling. Sure, he'd stockpiled work onto himself as a kid because he was so smart, but that doesn't mean he'd felt it before, or had known why people avoided it so badly.

This... pressure.

The only way to dull it was, fittingly, to think of Avery. The one who shouldn't have even been in this mess in the first place. Tumblr helped with it, too. He could check up on him, see if he caught onto anything at all.

Derek only hopes–only prays–that the signs worked. That Avery was conscious again. Derek wanted to meet the one he'd only just Known about until now.

∆∆

Derek's keyboard typed fast.

Click.

Frantic.

Clack.

He didn't even know why he was doing this. Why he needed to write, the need to type.

Tik.

But that wasn't a priority right now.

Click.

He just wrote.

Cck—

And afterwards, all he did was sit and stare. He needed insight for what to do next, and what better place to find some than in the recesses of his own mind.

He looked away from his computer for a second, the wisdom and factoids flooding his mind like a tidal wave, too much, too fast. But he searched.

And he found it.

Avery would read this, his book.

And Derek would know how to catch him.

..depending on the person. Though, I suppose you’re talking about it, are you not?