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The purple and yellow clad jester sat silently in the overly green dimension of his creation. It has been an unknown amount time to him, whenever he did leave, he never bothered to check as he had no plans of staying out of his dimension for too long. Eventually he had started collecting and buying any items which could create light, as it was a food source for him.
Eventually he got his hands on one of those odd devices, a phone he believed it was called. It created its own light and whatever was on the screen changed the taste of the light it gave off. Light would taste like any food that was presented on the screen which gave Dimentio the chance to perhaps find a favorite, so far he really liked s’mores.
Eventually he found out about Social Media. A few, he made an account, used a name that really couldn’t be tied to him too much, usually taking the name ‘jechaos’ on most sites and browsing whatever was there. Eventually he started drawing, little doodles and then bigger pieces. He started posting his art on his accounts, which then got attention, he got attention.
This attention led to a discovery. Mimi had an account, not only that, but was following him. He tapped on her little icon to look at her account. As he scrolled through everything and looked at the pictures he smiled a little. Everyone was still together, Bleck, O’Chunks, Nastasia, Mimi, Timpani, and even in some pictures, Luigi.
Curiosity began etching and scratching at Dimentio, as well as hunger. He tapped on a picture of all of them together, smiling and happy. He snatched light right out of the air and balled it up. He lifts his mask up and eats the little ball of light. Immediately he grimaces at the taste.
It was a taste familiar but he couldn’t really remember what it was, nor did he want to continue tasting it. However the texture and feel, it was so nice, soft and gentle. He loved it and wanted more of it but it just faded away so fast. He actually let out a gentle whine when it was gone. He swallowed the orb and gagged as the taste lingered.
He pondered over the taste and the texture… few other things gave him that taste, but they usually things that made him remember bad memories or traumatic events, although the texture was never one he enjoyed, yet this one was one he did, very much so in fact. It just didn’t last as long as he had wanted it to.
Just like that family-like relationship he had with all of them. That relationship which he misses so much now. He could have kept that, could still have that. He wouldn’t need to hide here, alone and afraid eternally. He could feel anger bubbling and burning inside of him. He threw the phone to the ground, completely shattering and breaking it.
He stared at the now broken phone, that anger suddenly morphing and turning into grief and despair. He didn’t want to live like this, he never wanted to. His plans for that perfect world were completely gone at this point, he knew it was something he couldn’t have. Right now all he wanted was the family he once had. He wanted to be with them, be in those photos, just as happy as everyone else. He already knew that was something he could never have again, he would never be accepted by them.
He dropped to the ground and fell, hitting the ground limply. His body shuddered and shook with his sobs. He shouldn’t be crying, he deserved this, this was his punishment, no one needed to give it to him, and he could do it himself. He betrayed them, he tried to kill all of them for his own selfish greed and he knew that completely. He understood he was a bad person, he could change but he couldn’t change what he had done. This is simply just what he deserved. He deserved to rot alone like this.
The dimension echoed his sobs back to him, taunting him. He sounded so pathetic. He WAS pathetic and he knew this. He was weak, he was awful, and he was disgusting. He even being alive was too much, he deserved to be dead. He should be at the mercy of Jaydes, of course which would be none at all. He screamed his sorrows and his frustrations.
He screamed until his voice was hoarse and ruined. He just stayed there, on the floor. He was panting heavily and tears still leaked from his eyes, trapped within his mask. He lifted it off his face and wiped at his eyes, drying his face of the salty tears. He placed the mask gently back on his face. The dimension was now silent besides his small sniffles and whimpers, but a voice, a familiar feminine voice, breaks that silence.
“Dimentio?”