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Consistency: 08/14/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tyvern
Aug 15, 2022
Decided I wanted to try my hand at something a bit more angsty and existential, hopefully I managed to hit the mark! Phouden is Hapi Berd's character so credit to them! TW: Suicide & Gore Word Count: 1225 Phoduen stared at the towering tree imposing itself upon existence. He wore a dull expression on his face, looking at the ever expanding branches, all sprawling through reality, teeming with possibilities, a seemingly infinite number of them. Yet more branches would grow from the tree, appearing as if from nowhere. These branches split off into yet more branches, endlessly stretching through the vast, equally endless void. All of them so full of color, displaying each and every possible instance of the world at once, incomprehensible to mortal eyes. Within this void were thousands of other trees, all exactly the same as the one he beheld, yet so different. Each tree, each branch, a host of new deviations, possibilities, timelines. Their unintelligible appearances put all of them on display, as if reality itself was proud of their existence. The man gazed upon the majesty of reality, the birth of an uncountable number of timelines, an incomprehensible amount of lives, with an apathetic, bored expression. With a deep sigh, he shook his head and flew up to one of the branches. He admired its unfathomable length for a moment. Within the bark he could see himself, laughing with a young man around his age. Looking further along the branch he could see them again, running and joining in a chorus of horrified screams as fire roared. Angry comets rained down with ungodly speed and the Earth bellowed and shook with each impact. Floods swallowed entire islands and blanketed countries. A wrathful god watched from on high, looking down at humanity with gleeful malice and laughing a terrible, maniacal storm. He damned them all for existing, vowing to kill each and every last member of their species. He declared them to be blights upon reality, upon what was to be his perfect world. “I gave you such wonderful gifts!” He screamed with hysterical laughter. “I granted you such wonderful power and you used it against me!” With a wave of his hand, all clouds gathered, coating the Earth with a horrible, rumbling barrier. He clenched his fist and a chorus of lightning and thunder joined the destructive symphony. Wind howled and screeched a chaotic melody, ripping buildings asunder. Phodeun looked further along the branch, seeing himself and the man hiding in a cave, both of them had tired, sunken eyes filled with sights of death, reflected with memories of untold destruction. Their sore bodies laid against the rough, cold walls. They both stared blankly at the ground, scenes of that apocalypse played in their minds alongside the hunts for the few that survived. Their eyes burned in vain to produce tears that had long since been spent and dried. He watched as his companion stood up, walking out the mouth of the cave and this branch’s version of him followed after him, asking where he was going. He observed as his instance’s face contorted into one of horror. “Y-you can’t make it to Vigrah! Are you insane!? The Hunters are everywhere, they’ll kill you if you even get past that pillar!” He heard himself say. The young man’s tired eyes met with his, he saw nobody behind those defeated orbs. “L-Liam you…y-you can’t…!” “Don’t look for me. Just…go back in the cave. I..I’ve had enough. They’ll likely figure out where you’re hiding once they see me. Find another place to hide.” He turned his back to his trembling friend. “...I’ll see you around, Edwin.” Phodeun watched himself weakly reach out to Liam, unable to move. He fell to his knees, his chest heaved with heavy breaths and dried sobs. “L-Liam…please…come back..” His pleas fell on deaf ears, helplessly watching as he pressed onward, his steps were slow and uneven, hardly caring to walk with dignity to his death. Edwin begged his legs to stand, beckoned himself to run to his friend. He heard his dearest friend’s skull being caved in with a short crunch and could faintly hear his body collapse. Phodeun sighed and ran his fingers through his bangs. “This is so boring..” He remarked, raising his hand up. Before he swung it down, he noticed the branch had split off into another branch. He briefly observed the split, one in which he had screamed and howled with grief and two beings made of rocks and steel quickly rushed to him, covered in his friend’s fresh blood, and bludgeoned him to death. In the other, the Hunters brutally smashed Liam’s corpse into the ground and went into the direction he came and spotted him. Adrenaline surged through his veins and he sprang up, running from them. The God rolled his eyes and swung his hand down upon the original branch, snapping it off the tree and sending it falling into nonexistence. “I swear I’ve seen that same timeline twelve million times…it never changes. Damn tree doesn’t have anything interesting.” He flew to another branch, chopping it off, then another and snapped it off, then another, tearing it away into unreality, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another. All with the same bored, plain expression on his face. He tore apart each and every branch, destroying an unimaginable amount of lives and rendering them and their timelines nonexistent. All except one. As he flew up to the last branch, a man dressed in black appeared in front of him. “Why do you do this?” He asked. “Why do you destroy possibility?” Phoduen cocked an eyebrow. “You gonna get in my way?” He answered. “No. I’ve been watching you though. I don’t understand what your aim is. I know what you can do. What is it you plan to do though? What are you searching for?” “Stimulation. Excitement. Something interesting.” He answered plainly. He looked around at all the other trees, all of them still hosting an immeasurable number of branches. Branches he used to be excited to observe, branches he would treasure, then slowly came to resent as he saw the same timelines over and over with minor, ultimately inconsequential differences. He once dreaded combing through them all but now, when he looks at all these trees, the possibilities on them, he feels nothing. “...These don’t excite you? Of the inconceivable amount of timelines, none of them are satisfying?” The brunette gave a short nod. “That’s right. None of them. Now let me ask you something.” He clasped his hands together, pointing both index fingers at the stranger. “Why do you care? You’re in my way, so exit stage left if you don’t have anything interesting to say.” He bumped into the man in black, lightly shoving him out of the way. The man watched him fly to the last branch. As he placed a hand on the tree’s last timeline, the interrogator spoke. “I’m afraid your search will have to end here.” The Time God looked down at the intrusive entity. “..Excuse me?” He chuckled softly. “You’ll never be satisfied. You’re a threat to time, to possibility, even if only a minor one. I can’t take any chances. No timeline is going to have what you want. I’m ending your search here.” Phoduen snickered and took his hand off of the branch. He flew back down to the man in black and smiled. Leaning forward and getting into his face. “Go ahead and try. That might just be what I need.”
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Consistency: 08/13/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tyvern
Aug 14, 2022
Word Count: 1788 Alice took a slow, gentle breath and opened her eyes to a small, sleeping town. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she beheld the scene before her. None wandered the dimly lit streets, no lights poured out from the windows, the only light accompanying the streetlamps was the moon’s luminescence bathing the town. With a soft exhale her brown eyes turned an icy blue and the world’s color was painted over with a dull gray. Every house had a gaping tear inside of it, all of them a mixture of color, though she could hardly see them from the tree branch she sat on. She pushed herself off and let herself fall, that same mischievous smile still spread across her lips. Landing on her feet with a small thud, she ran into town, eager to venture into the strange color-filled worlds. Cayde stretched once his bare chest was covered by a black t-shirt. He let himself fall onto the bed with a soft pomf, his body sunk into the mattress, covered by nothing but a blue sheet. “You plan on covering up or do you need me to do it for you?” Cee inquired, floating above him. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and looked over the side of the bed. A pile of blankets covered a chunk of the floor. He let his arm dangle off the side of the bed and took a long, deep breath. “Yeah you can feel free to grab those.” He sighed, beckoning her to grab the blankets. She floated over to the blankets, looking him in the eyes as she reached down to the floor, her hand phasing straight through the pile. The two stared at each other, the apparition was unblinking, her expression shifted to one of expectancy as she moved her hand in and out of the pile. “...You gonna pick it up or what?” He questioned, his gaze now on the blankets. “I don’t see them moving. You did offer to pick ‘em up for me, kinda rude to just stare, weirdo.” His attention shifted back to her now annoyed expression, a smile threatened to creep across his face. “Just pick these up you bum.” She said bluntly. “You’re not that tired.” “Says you! I worked hard today, y'know! I-” “Whatever lie you’re about to tell needs to be prefaced with: ‘I know you were there but..’ cause y’know…I was there.” Cayde gasped, his hands grasped onto his shoulders and his face was painted over with a shocked, horrified expression. “Have you been following me?” With a big, extravagant kick of his feet he scooted back. “Sta-Ow!” He winced and reached for the back of his head, lightly rubbing it as he glanced at the wall. Cee snickered, a mocking smile spread across her lips. “Karma’s great. Now seriously, cover up and get some rest. You gotta be more dutiful if you want a promotion, which starts wi-” “-I got it, I got it. Thanks mom.” He sighed, earning an annoyed glare. He got up and grabbed the blankets, the ghost swatted her hand as if slapping him upside the head. He snickered and swatted her away, though she did little more than grumble something under her breath. He lazily threw the covers onto his bed, letting them fall and watching as half of each blanket rested on the floor. “I did it, mom! Look at me! Are you proud?” Cee cracked an annoyed smile. “Uh huh, I’ll be even more proud when you’re asleep! Won’t have to hear every dumb quip lined up in that big air head of yours.” She snickered. The brunette gasped and his face lit up with a wide eyed smile. He started clapping, not breaking eye contact with her. Her smile grew and she snickered again, stifling a laugh and looking at the window. He started clapping louder and the silver haired woman giggled after glancing at him, seeing his gaze unbroken. “You’re such a dweeb, go to sleep!” She laughed. “Sure thing, mom! Goodnight!” He got into bed, pulling the covers over himself. The ghost took a short, gentle breath and quelled her laughter. She floated over to the window, looking up at the half moon acting as the centerpiece of the sea of stars. Their lights all clashed against the dark void of night as each of them reached for the world. They were like fireflies all drawn to Earth, declaring their existence to any and all who bear witness to their brilliance. Her smile became softer, she unconsciously leaned closer to the window, the scene drew her in with its dazzling display. Alice slipped out the window of a stranger’s home with a somewhat bored expression on her face. She glanced back into the house, frowning at just how dull the colorless world is. She looked around, seeing yet more colorful tears in space, all of them above the sleeping souls in bed. Despite their vibrancy, they all looked the same to her blue eyes. All unamusing, all so similar! She spotted an especially vibrant tear, one practically teaming with color, bursting at the seams with life. As the wanderer was about to turn her back, she stopped and narrowed her eyes at this anomaly. Her frown curved into a mischievous smile, a curious glint shone in her eyes. She strolled through the quiet streets, transfixed on this strange, intensely vivid tear. Cool wind whispered, the inaudible words caressed her cheek and caused her hair to flow. The streetlights stood as bastions seering the darkness, defiantly cutting through it and the grayness of her world with their light. She managed to rip herself away from the hole of colors and looked up at the sky. The stars all shone with color, piercing through the ocean of black and her veil of gray. The moon was the masterpiece of the night, its light caused a monochrome effect around it alongside the stars surrounding it. To her it was a symbol. Though the encroaching dark threatened to swallow the pale body, it refused to be hidden, shining for all to see and demanding to be seen. Her smile spread further across her features. “Tonight really is something..” Passed her lips, the words hung in the air for a moment, then were carried off by the increasingly cold wind. Her attention now back on the lively crack in space. Upon getting closer, she realized a woman was at the window, staring up at the sky. She cursed under her breath, staring at the colorful gash in reality. Her features hardened into a determined, focused stare. She walked around the house, making sure not to attract the woman’s attention and got to the front. She fished into her pocket and pulled out a bob pin. She stopped just as the pin touched the doorknob, feeling a chill run through her. She took a breath and looked around, visibly confused. The cold’s embrace was more…intense all of a sudden. She shook her head and grabbed the doorknob, turning it. She facepalmed, realizing she hadn’t unlocked it only to find it was..already…unlocked. To say the blue eyed woman was confused would be a slight understatement. Despite herself, she opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door gently. Cee’s brows furrowed, her features scrunched up slightly and she looked out of the bedroom door. “...is someone here?” She muttered. She looked at the sleeping brunette, certain he had locked the door. She floated from the window to the hallway and looked to her left, greeted by a blur jetting into the living room. “..Damn it, Cayde!” She went into the living room and saw a young woman with grey hair cut into a concave bob and piercing blue monolid eyes. She had a short, slime frame, which was backed up into a corner, attempting to hide behind a blue bookcase shelf. Her lower half could be seen poking out. “Are you serious? Who is she even hiding from?” “You, obviously! Clearly it didn’t work though…” Alice lamented. She stood up and walked out from behind the shelf. “Why’re you even up? You should be asleep!” The ghost’s eyes went wide, she wore a bemused look on her face. “Hang on- Who even are you!? You broke into my house and you immediately- Wait..” She waved her hand in front of the intruder’s face, to which she stared back and forth at said hand and its owner, visibly uneasy. “..You can see me?” “Y-yes..? Am I not supposed to?” Cee placed both hands on the invader’s shoulders, causing her to flinch. “Who are you?” She demanded. The grey haired woman looked at her hands, placing one of her own on top of the apparition’s, watching with shock as it phased through. “You’re a ghost!” She replied. “Which means..” A sly smirk painted itself on her face and she walked through the guardian, heading down the hall to the bedroom. “Wha-! Get back here!” The ghost demanded, flying after her. She caught her in the bedroom, waving goodbye before jumping above Cayde and disappearing. “What? Where did she-?” She floated above her roommate, flailing her arms around to no avail. “I..what just happened!?” Alice looked around, before her was an army dressed in black armor, all of them armed with swords and hammers. Beside her was a man with unkempt brown hair dressed in silver armor. In his hands was a large broadsword shimmering with purpose. “Move aside, Cayde!” Commanded a bulky man standing at the front of the army. “The creatures of the fog must be exterminated! This world is not for those unholy beasts!” “And who decides that? Who do you think you are? If you want to reach into the fog you’ll have to get through me!” The brunette roared. “Fog?” The woman muttered. She turned to see a thick fog behind them, opaque and cold. She stared as silence crept over the battlefield. She reached a hand into the fog and a familiar feeling embraced it. She appeared confused for a moment, looking at the lone warrior, then smiled. “So be it!” The commander barked. The army charged forward, all resounding with war cries and howls. “What a strange dream…you’re an interesting man, Cayde.” She said to herself. She manifested a pair of daggers and a silver suit of half armor. She stood beside him and he stopped as he was about to charge into battle, looking at her. “Who are you?” He asked. “It doesn't matter. I shall aid you in this fight.” She replied, putting on a faux medieval accent. With a nod he rushed into the coming fray and she followed.
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Consistency: 08/12/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tyvern
Aug 13, 2022
Rain falls rapidly from the sea of clouds weeping above. A young man pulls his hood over his messy head of hair and takes a breath. As the scent of wet concrete filled his nose, he stepped forward from his doorway and closed the door behind him. He took two steps into his driveway before a semi-opaque woman appeared, staring at him over his shoulder. “Aren’t you gonna lock the door?” The apparition asked. The man sighed, his breath turned to vapor. “I’m not gonna go far. Just gonna circle the block.” He assured, continuing forward. He got onto the sidewalk, the sound of a car cut through the rain’s gentle hiss as his companion spoke again. “Every time you say that, you wind up on the other side of town. Either that or you somehow wander into the fog.” “The fog is calming. You make it sound like a bad thing, I figure you’d like it more than I do.” He shot her an amused look. She appeared flustered, circling her hands around each other. “Well I do- I just don’t get how you always just waltz right into it. Sometimes it feels like the fog is finding you. Which…that’s an interesting thou-” She stared at him with an unamused look and pointed back to the house. “The door, Cayde. Lock it." Cayde snickered. “Almost had you.” “Uh huh, not this time.” She gestured him to turn around. Lightly shaking his head, Cayde turned and walked back to the door, fishing his keys from his pocket and sticking the door key into the top lock. “I really don’t get why you nag so much about the door every time I go out. Not like you use it or even can unless the fog drifts here.” He pulled the key out and put it in the bottom lock. “I don’t think anybody’ll steal anything, Cee. We don’t have anything worth taking.” “Doesn’t mean risks are something we should be taking. I’d rather not come home to someone rummaging through our-” “Our?” “Ugh, your stuff. Point is, I don’t like the thought of strangers being in our house.” “Our?” Cayde replied with a restrained smile. Cee folded her arms and stared him in the face, her brow furrowed in irritation. No amount of rain could deafen the man’s snickering. He stared back, biting his lip. Her eyes narrowed and his snickers turned to giggling. Her gaze softened and she covered her growing smile with her hand. “You’re not funny.” She giggled. “Then what’re you giggling about?” “How annoying you are.” The man pulled out his key and shoved it back into his pocket. “It’s okay to admit that I’m funny.” He assured with a turn. He made his way back to the sidewalk and looked forward. “Oh hey, check that out.” He pointed to the approaching fog a short ways away, swallowing buildings into its maw. “Maybe it really is finding me.” “Well, you're gonna head in, then?” With a nod, Cayde ran down the sidewalk. The fog was dense, almost opaque, those who came out of their homes found themselves stumbling through their surroundings. Cayde however, could see through it. For him, the fog was thin but it was still in large quantities. A silver haired woman walked beside him, stretching her arms with a soft groan. “Being physical never stops being weird.” Cee commented. Cayde pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and checking the weather. “Huh. Better get used to it, this fog is here to stay for the next three days.” “Really? Kinda wish it was permanent, rather than just appearing unannounced.” “I’unno.” He shrugged. “I kinda like it appearing at random. Makes it mysterious. How does it work? Why does stuff like that appear?” He pointed at an approaching figure with four arms, in each hand were iridescent rocks. The creature grumbled to itself in a strange, unknown language. He pointed at her. “Why’re you physical here? Mysteries.” Cee stifled a chuckle. “Dork.” “I’ve got a…half-ghost following me around all the time and weird other-wordly fog pouring into town. If being curious makes me a dork, then I’ll wear those shoes.” “Glad we’re in agreement. If only we could agree on you being a NEET…” She smiled slyly. An exasperated groan left his lips and he rolled his eyes. “I’m a paranormal investigator, actually.” “Right and I’m queen of the fog.” She snickered. Her companion stopped walking and stared at her, his eyes bright and shining with amazement. “Really?” “No.” Cayde frowned and kicked a pebble. “Don’t do that.” Cee chuckled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “What, is a mysterious ghostly lady following you around not cool enough for you?” She teased. He nodded and she lightly shoved him in response, prompting a laugh. “You really are annoying, y’know that?” “Yeah. That’s why you follow me around though, isn’t it?”
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