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Light and darkness, for the longest time, meant the same thing to them. It wasn’t like they knew the difference or what they were at all, wasn’t like they were even alive. No consciousness, no feelings, no idea of what anything even was or could be. Meanings held no power, names were not yet created, and all sense of being didn’t exist.
That was, until they stood in a meadow, everything suddenly coming to life and color. For a time, none of them understood where they were or why they were there. Why would they? Before those moments, they didn’t even exist in any plain of reality. They couldn’t even move to look around, only see straight ahead in the meadow.
“Well then, I guess I should welcome you all.”
The beings said nothing at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of them, not that they even could, anyway. The figure was some sort of human with a forever changing appearance, but his wide smile and twinkling eyes remained the same.
The figure waved his hands, and instantly the being’s were able to see what they were, or at least, what they looked like. There was four of them, all indistinct, melting and reforming blobs that each had a different color. The one of the far right was the smallest form, gleaming gold and radiating a kind of happiness that the rest didn’t know how to feel yet. The one next to it was a consuming, never ending black that drove fear into anyone that looked at it for too long. After that, an annoying, blinding pink that expelled glitter and madness. And the last one, bright sky blue, constantly changing it’s form, and at a much faster rate than any of the others.
What were they? All of them wondered, trying to make sense of this world and their place in it. Why were they here after so long of being in nothing?
The figure simply smiled, hearing their unison thoughts. He raised his hands again, and with a snap of his fingers, a baby came into his arms. Instantly, all four beings felt a strong tug towards this child, but for what reason they could not place.
The baby was swaddled in a blanket, the only thing able to be seen being his face and a little tuft of dark hair on his small head. He was sleeping soundly, not taking any care to the things around him and the being’s there.
“This, my friends,” the figure started, cradling the baby to his chest. “Is Mark Edward Fischbach, your creator and the one you were made to protect. He is everything to you, for if any harm comes to him, you will all feel it. If one of you come to harm, he will feel it. All of you have a different purpose, but you all must work together to keep him safe.”
He walked forward, coming to the blue being first. “You will be his imagination, the one that comfort him when he feels alone, that gives him inspiration and encouragement, but also brings his worst nightmares to life,” he placed a hand in the blue being’s form, and immediately it settled, coming to a slightly defined shape of a man. It was still spirit like, nothing to hold it down, but it was much less chaotic than before. Satisfied, the man went over to the pink being.
“You will be his heart and personality, the one that gives him life and feeling, his very soul in every sense, but you are filled with constant madness that will affect him if you stay too close,” he did the same to this being, the form not near as settled as the blue being’s. It was still hard to tell what he was supposed to be, but one could faintly tell that he resembled imagination, the same shape coming into the outline.The figure nodded, going over to the swirling black of the next being.
“You will be his nightmares and dreams, the one that destroys his nightmares and created his dreams, but you are the master of darkness. The monsters you control can be used for both good and bad,” the being went away at first when the figure tried to touch him, but they let the man form him in the end. He became pure shadows, melting in the sun only to solidify into a block of ice. With that, the man came to the last being, the gold one.
“You will be his humanity, the one that brings everything together into one person and give him memories, morals, and passions. But hear my warning, if you shall die, the boy will never be the same,” the figure left his words hanging in the air, making sure all of the being’s heard what he said. Unlike the others, the man did not place his hand into the gold being, but simply waved, the gold being turning into a young boy with glasses, dark hair, and wearing a suit. His eyes widened, everyone seeing how they were the same gold color as his form was.
The figure showed no surprise to this happening, handing over the baby to the gold being. “And now,” the man said, “you need a name. I rather like, ‘Bim.’”
“Bim?” asked the gold being, gasping when the name, his name, came from his mouth. All of the others looked on in awe, all wondering if they too would get names. Once again, as if the man heard them, he answered their unsaid question.
“Don’t worry my friends, one day you’ll all have names and forms, but I will not be the one who decides that. That job will go to Mark,” he explained, which simply confused them all even more. How could such a helpless and defenseless creature possibly name them all?
If the figure heard that question, he never answered it. Instead, he patted Bim on the head, wished Mark good luck, and simply disappeared as quickly as he had come. The being’s were left all alone, not one of them sure what to do, or even sure of what they were.
“So…” Bim walked in front of the other three being’s with the baby in his arms, observing all of them closely. “You’re imagination… you’re personality… your dreams and nightmares…” he counted off, as if he was trying to process it all. None of the others could reply, all finding that they had no mouth like the gold eyed being to say anything with. It was kind of frustrating to not be able to voice your input, but they guessed it would have to do for now.
“And I’m humanity. Whatever that means.”
Bim bounced off into the meadow, and with a glance at each other, the other three being’s followed, all curious about the world around them and their apparent creator, Mark. The meadow was beautiful, well, it was the only place any of them had ever been, but still beautiful nonetheless. The grass was soft and healthy, colorful flowers dotted the hills, shining in the bright, warm sun. None of them knew what these things were exactly, but names and ideas popped into their heads rapidly.
The blue being stared at a flower they found particularly pretty, a lavender color, very small compared to the others. They wondered if the flower could become bigger like the others, and in an instant the flower grew three times its size, becoming bigger than anything around it, including the grass. The blue being sensed movement next to them, and they turned to see the pink being’s form glittering excitedly. They gestured to the flower, as if asking how the blue being did that, and the other shrugged in response. They didn’t know either.
A little ways away, the black being was admiring the flowers like the others, but unlike the others, they didn’t try and get too close. Behind them was a trail of dead or dying plants, all the life draining away from them. It made the black being sad. They wanted to touch the plants as well, but instead they cowered back into the shadows, the only way to keep everything around them from dying.
“Hey, he’s waking up!”
All the being’s turned to Bim’s voice, seeing him looking down at the baby in wonder. The others came closer, curious to see what their creator looked like when he was awake. They all crowded around Bim, their forms blending and mixing together like a storm, but it felt comforting, like they were meant to be that way. It was calming, in a way.
Mark’s eyes opened, a dark brown color that reminded them all of the earth underneath the grass. He yawned, hardly able to keep his eyes open, yet they focused on the four being’s above him. The baby made happy noises at them before snuggling back into Bim’s arms, falling back asleep in seconds. All of them felt surprisingly happy that they were able to make their creator happy, even if they still didn’t fully understand their purpose.
Bim looked up at the others, a large smile on his face.
“Can we keep him?” he asked with a serious tone and look, even as the others gave what could only be described as laughter. They all knew Mark wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and that made all of their hearts beat happily as one.
It was nice that they had this time together, no fighting, no broken promises, no heartbreak, just fun and joy. It wouldn’t last long.
It never did with being’s like them.