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Darkness. There was nothing but inky darkness surrounding him. He had once lived in an expansive grey world, lonely and cold. As far as he knew, he was the only being to have ever existed. His mind seemed blank, devoid of emotion, as he traversed the plains of this desaturated land. There was only cold stone. There was only grey sky. The only thing that really stood out in this empty, uncomplete world was him. He had noticed his own inky black body, with white strips around his wrists and waist. Occasionally he had been distracted by strands the same colour as the rest of his body covering his eyes. The world had very little to offer, but nonetheless, he still felt rather attached to this wasteland. And now, as he stood motionless, it was gone. He had tried to move, to get away from this emptiness. But there was truly nothing. No matter how far he tried to go, everything was dark. He had no idea how long things had been like this. He honestly didn’t know how long he’d lived in the grey expanse either. For the first time though, he grew tired within this infinite darkness. He closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off. Sleep was comforting, but it was just as dark an abyss as the world he’d just shut himself off from.
Things were different when he woke up. He didn’t recognise the world around him at all. First of all, this world was colourful. He had to close his eyes again to prevent a complete sensory overload. Once he felt strong enough to open his eyes again to the foreign world, he looked around. The place he was in was a shut-off box with an assortment of weird items inside; he could see the rest of the world through a square gap in the side of the wall. The sky was a blend of yellows and pinks and blues as the sun rose that day. Birds were chirping sweet songs, giving him the first experience of sound he’d ever had, and god, it was beautiful. It was then that he noticed the large, black, inky blob that seemed to be looking at him. It took him by surprise. He wasn’t alone in the world. The blob looked at him solemnly, seeming to know something that he didn’t. But honestly, that could have been anything, so he decided against thinking too much about it. What truly took him by surprise was the figure laying curled up on the rectangular slab in the room. The figure was truly what made him freeze up. It had shaggy brown hair, white skin with brown dots all over his skin as far as the monster could see, and it seemed curled up tight in its sleep. He stared at it in gentle wonder. Glancing back up, the other monster had disappeared. Frowning in confusion, he wandered over to the sleeping figure. In some dark corner of his mind, he felt some connection with the boy. He felt a need to stick around him. He seemed to be stirring a little in his sleep, restless and distressed. The monster’s eyes widened and he backed away from the bed. As if on cue, a loud beeping sound yelled out from the alarm next to the boy’s bed. He made a soft groaning noise, exhausted from his restless slumber, and slammed the alarm off. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his sapphire eyes, the brown flecks on his skin apparently also on the back of his hands.
“Ugh… Morning, Vex…” He grumbled passively before freezing and looking back at the dark monster across the room. He seemed almost petrified, but then glared at him in cold fury. “…Are you kidding me?”
Before having an opportunity to react, the boy had already turned over on his bed and pulled the duvet back over himself. The monster was stunned by his reaction to him, very slowly stepping towards the bed again.
“…Hello?”
The boy didn’t respond.
“Who are you?”
Still no answer.
“I don’t have to be here if you’re just going to be a little bitch. I’m just trying to figure out where I am and why I’m here, Jesus.”
The boy stirred a little. That one must have gotten to him a little. The monster sighed.
“…I’m sorry. I just haven’t met anyone else before you and it’s frustrating I guess.”
The monster would have made an attempt to leave, but he honestly had no idea where he’d even go. He sat on the boy’s desk and glanced down at the floor. He didn’t want to leave the only person he’d met so far. He didn’t want to be alone again so soon. He closed his eyes and tried to be cold, like the boy. He didn’t care. He’d only just met him, for fuck’s sake. But he couldn’t deny the connection he felt. The boy sat up and moved so his feet were on the floor of the room.
“You’re so similar to him…”
The monster looked up at him in surprise. The boy’s posture had gotten stiffer and his words softer and sincerer. “…Similar to who?”
The boy sighed and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” He stood up and walked over to the desk. “My name is Toby.” The monster looked at him blankly. “So, what’s your name? Hope you don’t fucking mind sharing a host with Vex and Mini.” Toby said, a cynical, unsympathetic tone to his voice.
The monster glanced away. “…I don’t know.”
“How can’t you know your own name?”
“I don’t know! I wasn’t given a name. Who’s even supposed to give you names?” He asked, spreading his arms out in frustration.
“Ugh… Fine.” Toby glared at him in annoyance. “It’s fucking 6am and I can’t be assed to think of a name later. Your name’s New.”
“New?”
“Yeah, whatever. Can you get out, I need to get dressed for school.” New glanced to the door, not really knowing why he would need the privacy, but was willing to give him it. He nodded and Toby opened the door, knowing that this monster was incapable of anything, so would likely be incapable of fading away like Vex and Mini tended to. Slamming the door behind him, Toby went back and flopped onto his bed. New’s voice was so similar to…
He ignored the thoughts. He had stuff to take care of.