Hours have passed, questions and sarcasm had been passed between them for hours
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"I suppose your the smarter of the two?" I ask.
A flash of red appeared in front of me, grabbing me by the neck.
"Do us both a favour and shut up!" He says, his voice distorted, before dropping me back in the chair.
I then saw why he was being so quiet.
A pack of 5 blobby black creatures wandered by and went through a puddle and then left.
I stifle a laugh.
"Pfft- your afraid of a few globs?" I ask.
"No, but the guy who commands them isn't pleasant, I'll say that much," he points to a masked figure who walked on the balcony above us, he stopped briefly and looked at us, then walked away.
"The only reason your still alive, is because he can't see you, it's hardwired to their brains that if they see a human they must die," he explained.
"Well, Your boss is gonna Kill me and everyone else anyways so what do I care? Also, a few questions, one, why are you wearing spandex, and two, how did you survive negative 60 weather in it?" I ask.
'I would rather die from pissing him off than to a tyrant,' I thought.
He sighed.
"Fair question, it's lined with layers, and glitch and I combined Creates so much friction when running I'd be fine either way," he says smirking, picking up a syringe.
"I'm supposed to be interrogating you not the other way around, now I'll ask,"
"Where are The Chains of the Forsaken?" He asks.
...
"Right, your soul born," he scoffed.
"Six chains, bound to the creator's creation, each symbolic of a tragedy or a broken dream," he says, playing with the syringe.
"Guilt, Fear, Rage, Lust, Hatred, Loss and Chaos, the nine chains that bind the rickety mess we stand on, our entire world is fake!" He shouts.
"Our existence relying on a teenager, a fragile mind, a mess, a broken hellish mess," he says deliriously, as if he barely believed what he was saying himself.
"Universe Zero, Our Origins, risen from media like movies or comics!" He says.
"Nothing we do matters, it never has, it's all a childlike imagination! And once she's done with us," he walks over to some conveniently placed dominos and knocks them down.
"We will be forgotten and left to rot,"
"So Shadowreaver is trying to cut us off as a separate universe? Like some kind of Tumor?" I say.
"Well that's an accurate analysis because THATS WHAT WE ARE!!!" he yells.
He sits shakily as Glitch enters the room.
"Get anything out of her?" She asked.
"A fucking headache," he growled glaring at her with spite.
'Who's my creator?'
'Who am I really?'
'Why did she create this place?'
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Now I know what's real what's fake,
A Mouse and Rabbit being bitten by a snake,
And now it's being dragged to the lake,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Tick tock...