06-16-2018, 11:36 AM
Drip.
Wisteria stirred, half rousing from her sleep. Her brows twitched. Something was off.
She felt nothing - as if she were floating on a cushion of air. Reaching out with a tentacle, she sought the waters of her small pool, only to come up empty.
No, not just empty. Void. No carpet. No stone. No anything.
With a confused blink, she opened her bright, purple eyes, then blinked again. The emptiness was so black, so total, that she wasn't sure at first if she actually had opened them. Only when she looked down was she finally able to see something other than the endless infinity - herself, lit as if by the sun. No, as if she were the sun.
She really had to lay off the junk food before bed.
Drip.
"Hello?" she tried to say, but found her voice stuck in her throat.
Another drip, like the echo of a faucet from far away, impossibly loud and echoing in the stillness. Wisteria turned around, searching, and came to a sudden stop. "Ah!" she again tried to gasp, meeting, again, silence.
Her first thought was of The Baby - the first person in the world born with a Quirk. It was said that the child's skin radiated light so intense that it could outshine the stars themselves. As Wisteria gazed upon the sitting figure, she thought that the Luminescent Baby - as it had come to be known - would have had a run for its money in this creature. It sat as if on an invisible chair, one leg tucked up, foot on the edge of its seat, the other dangling. Its proportions were child-like. Its skin was white and glowing, and nothing could be seen of its features - save for a mouth.
Drip.
Something fell from the glowing chin and spattered across the empty infinity. Then, slowly, it opened its mouth, and began to speak - words wearily mechanical, as if it had said these words a hundred-thousand times - no, a hundred million times before.
There were a thousand things to ask, not least of which was how to get home. She stared at him, at this hunched figure, and opened her mouth again.
"Are you alone here?"
The words still didn't come, but it seemed as if she had been heard, regardless. Slowly, the head lifted from its slumped position. Something wet streaked down its cheek, rolling down to the chin, and dropped.
Drip.
The fabric of infinity rippled, becoming liquid beneath her tentacles. With a silent shriek she plunged below the salty surface, pulled as if by a tether, yanked at what felt like hundreds of miles an hour, deeper and deeper into the black nothing, tentacles whipping behind her. Her lungs screamed, fighting to keep from taking a dooming lungful, her eyes watering. Ahead, a pinprick of white light exploded into view, rushing towards her...
In the Nexus, a fountain had appeared. Looking like a wishing well, with a simple spire in the center that disgorged more water, the bottom of the basin was black as night. The waters trembled... Then started to churn, thrashing as if there was someone drowning within.
With a moment of hesitation, someone approached the edge - a black haired girl with a fox mask. Perhaps she intended to see if someone needed rescuing. Perhaps she was merely curious, also a new arrival in this world.
Whatever her reasons, when she reached the edge and looked inside, the waters momentarily stilled. And then, with a terrific explosion of water, a mass of writhing tentacles exploded from its surface. They wrapped around her as they collided, writhing in a distressed panic that was easily mistaken for coiled attack. The tentacle girl was only able to extract herself after a few moments, lifting up with a chest-heaving gasp!
"...Where am I?"
Wisteria stirred, half rousing from her sleep. Her brows twitched. Something was off.
She felt nothing - as if she were floating on a cushion of air. Reaching out with a tentacle, she sought the waters of her small pool, only to come up empty.
No, not just empty. Void. No carpet. No stone. No anything.
With a confused blink, she opened her bright, purple eyes, then blinked again. The emptiness was so black, so total, that she wasn't sure at first if she actually had opened them. Only when she looked down was she finally able to see something other than the endless infinity - herself, lit as if by the sun. No, as if she were the sun.
She really had to lay off the junk food before bed.
Drip.
"Hello?" she tried to say, but found her voice stuck in her throat.
Another drip, like the echo of a faucet from far away, impossibly loud and echoing in the stillness. Wisteria turned around, searching, and came to a sudden stop. "Ah!" she again tried to gasp, meeting, again, silence.
Her first thought was of The Baby - the first person in the world born with a Quirk. It was said that the child's skin radiated light so intense that it could outshine the stars themselves. As Wisteria gazed upon the sitting figure, she thought that the Luminescent Baby - as it had come to be known - would have had a run for its money in this creature. It sat as if on an invisible chair, one leg tucked up, foot on the edge of its seat, the other dangling. Its proportions were child-like. Its skin was white and glowing, and nothing could be seen of its features - save for a mouth.
Drip.
Something fell from the glowing chin and spattered across the empty infinity. Then, slowly, it opened its mouth, and began to speak - words wearily mechanical, as if it had said these words a hundred-thousand times - no, a hundred million times before.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But there are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
There were a thousand things to ask, not least of which was how to get home. She stared at him, at this hunched figure, and opened her mouth again.
"Are you alone here?"
The words still didn't come, but it seemed as if she had been heard, regardless. Slowly, the head lifted from its slumped position. Something wet streaked down its cheek, rolling down to the chin, and dropped.
Drip.
The fabric of infinity rippled, becoming liquid beneath her tentacles. With a silent shriek she plunged below the salty surface, pulled as if by a tether, yanked at what felt like hundreds of miles an hour, deeper and deeper into the black nothing, tentacles whipping behind her. Her lungs screamed, fighting to keep from taking a dooming lungful, her eyes watering. Ahead, a pinprick of white light exploded into view, rushing towards her...
In the Nexus, a fountain had appeared. Looking like a wishing well, with a simple spire in the center that disgorged more water, the bottom of the basin was black as night. The waters trembled... Then started to churn, thrashing as if there was someone drowning within.
With a moment of hesitation, someone approached the edge - a black haired girl with a fox mask. Perhaps she intended to see if someone needed rescuing. Perhaps she was merely curious, also a new arrival in this world.
Whatever her reasons, when she reached the edge and looked inside, the waters momentarily stilled. And then, with a terrific explosion of water, a mass of writhing tentacles exploded from its surface. They wrapped around her as they collided, writhing in a distressed panic that was easily mistaken for coiled attack. The tentacle girl was only able to extract herself after a few moments, lifting up with a chest-heaving gasp!
"...Where am I?"