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A portal with a stone frame sits on a grassy hill. The middle is grey with a faint glow, yet it was blocked off, and particles were emitting from it. It hums faintly. This portal has sat here for years. Nobody knew where it lead to. Nobody knew why it was here. All anyone knew, is that it existed.
Icarus sat against the portal, letting the hard stone support them even if it was a little bit uncomfortable, the grass poking into his sockless ankles. The yellow-green plant was moist from a recent rainfall, yet Icarus stayed. The wetness only guaranteed he wouldn’t be interrupted. Their MP3 player was connected to colorless earbuds — playing melancholic music — , that were cheap, but still usable. It was nice to just relax here. A distraction from the heavy, all consuming void in his chest. (ha. i’m self projecting.)
Icarus’s pale yellowed wax wings were stiff against the grass, and made laying only a little more discomforting. They were smooth from the water droplets on the grass, but if you touched them too much it could leave wax residue. Wax would surely be left on the grass, proof of the waxed one’s existence here.
SCREECH.
Something or someone went through the portal, making it create a painful sound.
“Who are you??? yourkindofinteruptingmerightnow” Icarus mumbled the last part.
“Ah. theres a person here. Uh. I don’t exist you’re imaging things right now…” The mysterious person attempted to gaslight him.
“That’s messed up to say! You’re lucky I know what you’re trying to do here!” Icarus saccharinely said.
“Ok fine I’ll tell you who I am.” He took a deep breath in. “I am someone you’ll never forget. I am not a real person, but neither is anyone you know. I am the most real because I know I’m not real. I am Siffrim.”
“Siffrim huh? What an odd name…” Icarus almost whispered the last part.
“Anyways? What the fuck do you mean???” Icarus’s brows tensed.
“uh this is a universeblinding fanfiction” Siffrim replied
Icarus only made noises of confusion.
– – –
“Hey do you want to go to see a cool place I like to hang out at??? Since you’re like… new here and all?” Icarus had a placebo smile.
“Uh sure! where is it?” Siffrim asked.
“Duck pond. Silly. Quack. You’ll enjoy it trust me! Me and Soul feed the ducks there all the time.” Icarus’s smile transitioned to a genuine one.
The new duo was lead by Icarus, and he frequently checked to see if Siffrim was still following. Who knows what kind of weird universe shenanigans could happen. Siffrim could get put back to his universe, or they could… Icarus couldn’t even figure out their own worst case scenarios.
– – –
Several white ducks relaxed in the transparent, gentle pond. The pond had rocks around it, neatly in a circle. A bench was about 3 steps away from the pond itself. Three ducklings, in a straight line followed their mother. No mallards were in sight.
There was one thing wrong though, the presence of a weirdly big hydraulic press. It looked like it could fit multiple people, and had a giant test tube near it. The press was actively moving, despite nothing being in it and chunks of flesh were visable in it.
“Hey Icarus? Why is that there?” Siffrim slightly tilted his head.
“I don’t actually know… that never was there before.” Icarus’s voice slightly vibrated.
“Is it related to me? Wait don’t anwser that there is absolutely zero way you’d know. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE OTHER UNIVERSES ARE LIKE SO WHY WOULD YOU KNOW SOMETHING LIKE WHY A HUGE ASS HYDRAULIC PRESS IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUCK POND.”
“Can you get the fuck away. Just you existing here is missing with MY HOME. You come in MY HOME and start rearranging my furniture metaphorically.” Icarus growled.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn’t MEAN to mess with your universe; I don’t even know if that is from me. You see, I’m not the only multiversal travelling one. The Author, and Change God are also able to, but I haven’t seen the Change God change yet at this point… ironically enough. The Author could make a hydraulic press? They’ve been proven time and time again to be unpredictable and do things just because. Or, it could have alterior motives. Like I said, I don’t know. I have to just figure it out in this hell,” He almost prepared to say more, before they realized this was becoming a rant.
“That’s a whole lotta stuff to process at once. I have no idea what the fuck half of those mean.” Icarus furrowed his brow.
Suddenly, the hydraulic press started bringing Siffrim and Icarus into it.
“Uh, what the hap is fuckening?” Siffrim asked, as if that was a normal phrase.
“I… don’t kn-” before Icarus could finish the hydraulic press pressed the 2 beings into a wax-like sludge.
Icarus feels a surge of awareness course through their entire being. Multiverse after multiverse gets introduced to him. Some good, some bad. Some were weirder than one could imagine. Some where fairly simple. But all of them taught him one thing.
None of the reality Icarus knew and pretended to love had ever been real. None of the people they had met throughout time mattered. None of the few things that gave him a small slimmer of hope mattered. Upon this realization a heavy feeling tugs his waxy imitation of a heart out of their chest. He can’t help but scream… but he realizes another thing. Their voice was now a combination of 2 voices, Siffrim, and himself.
Suddenly Icarus feels static cloud his eyes.
The world is more muffled.
The world flashes white before…
he’s brought into an anti-void.
Um can you help? Siffrim what the hell is happening? Do you know anything about that hydraulic press?
No I don’t… I’m sorry. I just am not familiar with your universe. Even universe hoppers don’t know everything.
oh. that’s uh fine. sure yeah. everythings FINE. IM NOT BREAKING DOWN RIGHT NOW.
I never said you were, but even if that was the case why would it be a bad thing? I think anyone would break down after realizing that. It sure took me a while to understand! The thing is though, once you learn you’re fiction it lets you make your own reality. That own reality’s existence proves that you yourself aren’t fiction, only the entire world around you.
What the fuck does any of that mean.
Skibidi sigma uh i dont know BYEEE I FORGOT TO WALK MY FISH AND WATER MY DOG
???
–
“Author help. how do i deal with accidentally breaking someone’s reality”
WJHAT.
“icarus… is aware of being fiction now.”
oh shit wings of wax guy himself
“yeah. the guy. the pathetic freak”
“no you’re mean”
“no. shut the fuDGE up”
thats lovely 2 characters ive written a lot for hate eachother
are you two going to have a kismesis makeout session?
“are you going to learn how to shut up”
im. the author. im meant to talk.
“the. IMPRESSION of the author”
that doesn’t make me less real
“by definition it is… you are as much a representation of silly lynx as i am a representation of siffrin mae. we are both self inserts; but that brings the question. where is the line between silly and The Author? where is the line between me and sifmae? how solid even is that line? what’s a conversation; what’s a dialogue.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
are we done telling everyone to shut up now? that’d be nice
“yeah sorry”
ok good because it was starting to get really boring and repitive
“YOURE BORING AND REPTIETICVE”
i cant find it
“cant find what???”
i cant find where i asked
“so original.”
you’re literally an offbrand siffrin
“AND YOURE AN OFFBRAND FURSONA”
you dont know how to escape freddy fazbear
“sybau”
ok whayeebrrr
—
As Icarus, and Siffrim existed the weird meta place they were at; the former realized he would have to come to terms with being fiction and just shut it up.
“Okokok im going to distract myself” Icarus said, almost pleading.
“How so?” Siffrim replies generically.
“seeds.”
“what are you going to jork it???” Siffrim teased
“WHAT TEHEFFUCK MNO??? I HABE SUNFLOWER SEEDS. ALSO THATS A CRAZY THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE YOU ONLY JUST MET RECENETLY AND NOW SHARE A BODY WITH.” Icarus flusteredly said.
“Ok so I get it the sunflowers are jorking it.” Their face contoreted into a mischeavious smirk.
“No they aren’t- The sunflower- We’re gonna grow- JUST STOP DUMBASS.” Icarus lashed out.
Icarus treched on until Icafrim fouhnd some soil.
“Oh hey Soul! How you doing?” He greeted.
“Hey um,,, Icarus… you look different today? Did you actally brush your teeth for once?” Soul sarcastically asked.
“Actually no; meet my new friend Siffrim hello hes awesome”
“Uhhh ok then? I don’t know what this is all about but I hope you enjoy it?” Soul hesitated.
“Oh you know just combined bodies with someone who may or may not be otherworldly.”
“Icarus WHAT??? Are you ok?” Soul had genuine concern in his voice.
“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” Icarus wore a sacharine smile.
“Because… what you just said? I’m sorry that I’m concerned about you.” Soul rolled his eyes.
“Soul this isn’t anything weird we just got combined with a hydraulic press.” Siffrim corrected.
“That. is weird. in of itself.” A flabbergasted tridential soveriegntiy said.
“I know, I just wanted attention!” He admitted.
“That’s nice.” He tried to hide the scratchy frustration in his voice.
“Ok so anyways- Weird happenings aside can you help us with something?” Icarus requested.
“Yeah sure bud! What is it?”
“I need to plant my sunflower seeds NOW bru Siffrim Shush.” Icafrim stated.
“You mean the ones from the flowers Heart grew?” Soul tilted his head.
“Yeah exactly those. I just. want to feed the ducks. Ducks like seeds. It’ll make them happy. Dawg, you KNOW that’s not the real reason. SHUT UP I DIDN’T ASK. OK WELL DO YOU NEED TO ASK FOR ME TO TALK??? NO BUT YOU ARE BEING REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING.” The two grew a few shades darker as anger and frustration grew inside their chest during their petty argument.
The wind blew in Icafrim’s ears, and howled. The air grew colder. Nobody knew why, but yet the world seemed to darken. The grass on Icarus’s favorite hill lost any signs of life, and all of it’s color. The ducks in the pond are gone.
Icarus feels a massive change within himself, an almost scribble-y feeling within their chest. They start to feel cold. The cold sends a surge of electricity through his spine. The dripping wax on his wings halts, before completely dissapearing leaving only 2 measly wicks. His eyes lose all signs of life, as they fade to the dullest green one can imagine.
“Hey… Frim? I’m scared,,, what’s happening to my world? Oh you know just everythings existence being scratched and replaced. SINCE UNIVERSES ARE NOT MEANT TO BE COLLIDED IN THIS PEREMEMNT OF A WAY. Is there anything we can do to fix it? No, I’m afraid we’ll have to find the root cause. Oh. Do you know any good places to look lol Yeah actually there’s a forest that i have zero clue how to navigate in Ok we should see if we can find the cause there because there’s a chance it could be That’s crazy”
crunch. crunch. crunch.
The crisp leaves on the ground make their dead prescence known as Siffrim and Icarus traverse through them. The cool wind continues to blow, making their hair go in all sorts of directions. The darkness is blinding.
Tree upon tree, it feels like the duo will never find anything. The more they walk, the more it seems they have to go. The dead leaves are still falling off rapdily, and the air is beginning to feel ashy, as if a volcano went off. It makes Siffrim cough. Icarus feels like landmarks have been repeating.
It feels like days have passed walking through this barren wasteland that used to be a forest.
And then weeks.
And then months.
But in reality, they had only been walking for a few hours. The repititive loop of the monochrome landscape distorted time in a way only the emptiest of hearts can understand. Nothing was everything. The lack of any signs of life outside of the single body, with the duo within only amplified the melancholic forest. No landmarks could be seen. Siffrim and Icarus wondered if they would ever find anything ever again.
“Something feels off. What do you mean? Well am I the only one that feels like the amount of ash in the sky is increasing? I don’t know… I haven’t been paying the most attention Are you fucking kidding me? No, why would I be??? I dunno, to like prank me? Well I’m not.”
A leaf jumped out from out of a bush, catching Icarus and Siffrim “OH MYGOD!!! A PERSON! HELLO NEW FRIENDO I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU! I’VE BEEN ALONE HERE FOR SO LONG BUT YOU SEEM SO COOL AND FUN! WE SHOULD BE BEST FRIENDS AND HANG OUT AND WE CAN DO CRAFTS TOGETHER SLEEPOVERS-”
“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there! I can’t understand anything you’re saying.” Siffrim chuckled.
Leafy excitedly rambled more, “Sorry about that! Anyways who are you? I’m Leafy! I don’t know who you are yet but you seem so so so cool!!! I don’t know what that conversation with yourself was about but it didn’t seem the nicest? You need to be nice to yourself! Self love is super duper important!”
“Are you ok? How long have you been alone?” Icarus asked, with more than a pinch of concern in his voice.
“You didn’t answer my question. Who are you? It’s not very nice to ignore people you know.” Leafy suddenly seemed harsher in his tone.
“WHOA WHOA OK. I’m Icarus, and I’m Siffrim and I know this is probaly confusing but we both are sharing a body something about a hydraulic press? None of us understand it to be honest.” Icafrim explained.
“Oh I think I get it! I have a similar thing going on! It sounds just like Cherry, and Metallic, and me!” Leafy grinned.
“Dunno who either of those are but sure!” Icarus replied.