His body was shot through a wide tunnel that seemed to warp the space around it.
His optimistic hopes had caused him to forget about the suffering the Timewarp brought.
Thoughts were blasted from his head as the feeling of being torn apart overloaded his senses.

His head was filled with shreiks and cries that reverberated until his brain was about to explode.
At the same time his eyes were assulted by a blinding radiance that scorched his retina.

Frick, wait, i'm going out with my family, i'll type the rest of the story when i get back.

oof, didn't think i'd be out for that long. welp, back to the story.

:eyes:
the drawing's cool
and the story
I AM C U R I O U S

Above the screams an alarm blared, and that d.amned robotic voice followed.

[Error Detected! <"Hero_Of_Dreamland"> has been affected by a fragment of <"Fallen_Angel">]
[Initiating Instantaneous Soul Extraction for Soul Reconstruction]

A diffrent voice interjected. This one sounded like an actual person, yet they spoke in the same robotic manner.

"Objective: Seperate Fallen Angel from Hero Of Dreamland. Imperfect extraction is acceptable as Soul Reconstruction will take place."

[Affirmitive] the robotic voice responded,

The suffering stopped and he was once again he was suspended in darkness. He had little time to recover before his veins felt like they were being pumped with lava. This pain only lasted for a few moments, afterward he felt...

empty.

All his pain, his anguish, his hatred for this horror show he went through every time he died, it was all washed away.

In its place was an gaping hole, and a feeling of numbness and detachment.

He knew what had happened to him. He'd become like the Failed, a souless husk floating eternally.

The worst part was that he was still able to think at all.

The thought that all the failed were like this crossed his mind.

he expected to start tearing up or be overcome with dread, but nothing came. He could no longer feel.

[Soul Extraction complete!]

The other voice spoke again.

"Deformed vessel may mingle with the failed vessels if left unsupervised. Possible outcome: A being with the potential to disrupt the system."

[Higher beings are easily dealt with]

"Regardless, minor inconveniences are still annoying. To avoid the outcome, dump vessel in the failed world."

[Chances of Higher beings being created in that world are hi- ]

[--Overwriting--]

[Affirmitive. Exporting deformed vessel to <"failed1">]

a glowing rift opened up nearby.

He could hardly muster up the will to resist.

As he drew closer a shock ran through his body. His left eye opened wide, blood trickling down.

A deep voice echoed in his head.

"As you are too weak to control your body, I shall be taking over. Rest assured, my intentions are pure."

He could feel his consciousness slipping.

Kirby placed the little hope he had left in Zero, and let himself slip.

To be continued. . .

yeah, i know its short and all but i was just really procrastinating on writing his entry into an ACTUAL plane of existance and i didn't want it to be really long.

"my intentions are pure"
> glances to pure zero
> glances back
> : e y e s :
but srsly tho theres some nice writing
makes me want to write a thing about fallen's current state, since
they're stuck in a void as well

not right now tho im tired
like
really tired
and its late
in all seriousness tho nice job m'dood

oh whoops i kinda repeated myself there
yeah i need sleep