Chapter Text
…There was darkness.
Darkness was all that could be remembered. In this state no direction was present, for space itself had been forsaken. Here, there was no causality nor knowledge of time, for it too had been abandoned.
The memories of this darkness are faint, vague things that come and go in haphazard moments. However, in the deepest corners of the subconscious, the corruption lingered.
Past this anti-existence there was the light. The light was all that could be known, for the darkness was that which could not be recognized.
The formation of a being past the womb of the void felt shuddering. Like something had been formed inside of him that stretched in many paths that he did not know, yet he could feel it all the same.
The new existence came in unearthly shapes and forms that fused themselves into one large environment. It was a large golden field of flowers with glistening rays of light from above and a large tree in the middle. The lifeform, of course, did not understand how it knew what a tree, what a flower, or what a light was. The knowledge was already implanted there.
"Greetings." A voice said. Where this voice came from was not any place he understood: up and down, left and right, front or back. "You were given an Eidos by the highest echelon of existence. From the branches that hold all paths of virtue and non-virtue, made not of wood but ideals." It explained. "You have been blessed with a chance to experience the world. Not to be subjugated as a mindless slave to it, and instead, to serve an active role toward it." It was partly friendly but to a greater extent imparting knowledge, like a lesson.
"Who am I?" the being asked, without a mouth or the ability to speak. Its words echoed through the same unknown source the other voice was in.
"Positivity. You embody everything that is positive. From feelings to desires to decisions, dreams, and others." The voice explained. Positivity stood in silence for a moment, unmoving.
A few moments passed. The environment felt a sudden shift, not a spatial one, but as if someone entered the same place he was in.
Positivity tried to search for this unfamiliar presence, yet it found none. The other voice had to tell him.
"That is Negativity. Embodiment of everything negative, your opposite." The two beings, intertwined by their purpose for the cosmos, tried to look for each other. Yet, they saw no avenue for themselves to interact. The other voice recognized their curiosity and told the beings, "Take a gander at the world that you must watch. To its people, to everything." Their perception expanded.
Now, they simply studied the beautiful garden and, by extension, existence itself. It was as if many planes were outstretched to their vision, truly close to their touch. They saw many beings, both humans and monsters. They saw their emotions, both negative and positive, yet complementary to one another. Existence held complex beings such as humans and simple beings such as bacteria. To them, it was beautiful. All of it.
As their perception and knowledge expanded to infinite horizons, they saw two beings that caught their attention. They were two people of different races separated by a war of millennia ago. Yet their bond was stronger and more pure than any other. Chara and Asriel, the children of the royal family from the underground, human and monster. Both were different yet united and entwined closely. Negativity and Positivity were enticed not only by their bashful personality but also by what they represented. And so, they took on their form.
Now, Positivity could truly feel. Could see, could hear, could touch, and could taste. These sensations, once totally unknown, were now known. With the two eyes of a grown-up Chara dressed in majestic clothing that represented her role, she smiled. The other, Negativity, also smiled at their companion.
This was the place they could call home. Both Positivity and Negativity stood in the same realm they were birthed in. Yet one side was always night, and the other was always day. One was light, the other dark. One was golden, and the other was a deep blue. Despite these traits and differences, they would always be united.
In a line that divided both dichotomies, there they stood, happy together. Laced with one another as brother and sister, as twins from the same womb from whence everything came to be.
However, that soon would not last.
Negativity was burdened. The new consciousness that allowed him to gain thoughts and a will of his own also wanted to know more of the world. He sought knowledge. He observed that many of the dreams and nightmares of the mortals, as well as their personal stories, had repeating themes. Ideas repeated over and over, as if they came from a source that connected all. Negativity found that source.
Positivity had warned the other twin not to fall under the temptation of more knowledge, yet it was fruitless.
Negativity found itself at the very center of the Collective Soul. A place that hosted all realms beyond matter, phasing through it independently of size, complexity, or nature. This location was the potential for change incarnate; all symbols and concepts, as well as life, were there. It was the root of it all.
He had finally bore witness to what he had wanted to view for so long.
But when Negativity desired to leave, he couldn’t do so. He tried to exit or to scream for help, but nobody came. One of the many symbols attracted him. They were alike, although the symbol was far fiercer. This symbol was the darkness, the repressed evils of the people. Their shadow.
Negativity denied the attraction, attempting to get away from the symbol’s grasp. But be it as it may, the more he rejected it, the more he was forced to become one with it. He was not only tainted with the repressed evils of every person, but his consciousness was altered. Their pride, their instincts, their repressions—all of them stuck deep inside of him like cement that would never crumble, no matter how tough words were spoken.
His body shrunk, and the popping and cracking of bones became intense as it was the only sound that could be heard. His horns went inward, piercing through his skull. His legs and arms folded into themselves, changing into petals as his nerves were left in a maze of pain and confusion. His neck thinned to the width of a flower stem.
He had turned into a living flower, filled with pain and evil.
For the first time, Positivity felt fear and anguish as her other half became consumed. Now, the balance was in a constant struggle between both halves. One seeking to establish peace, and the other wanting nothing but absolute chaos over the world he rightfully owns.
"I'll see you soon, sister. But this time, I'll be waiting."