Waking Up, and An Goopy Offer.

I woke, that strange, I wasn't suppose to be awake. Blinking I realised, that Strings had falling from the blue sky. Lurching myself up, I caught him. His face twisted in grim smile. His eyes closed in yet again internal sleep. Sighing, I wondered what could have caused this. Dropping down under the tree, I lay his down under the dark brown branches. Standing up, i groaned as my bones creaked and vines detangled them selves form my body.

"What happened?" I asked the codes. Suddenly images popped into my mind. It showed images of me taking my slumber, and Strings waking up as my spell released him form his dream world, looking around, he and paint met. Paint had smiled sadly, tears spilling down his face as he looked at me. Another vision. Strings was talking with Paint, in our little 'home' I had made. Paint ripping his soul apart. His body sinking into a black vortex that had waited for eternity. Strings falling asleep due to a hit on his head, and fell from the strings he had hung from up in teh sky. The images faded to nothing.

"It appears I will have to rethink this." I hummed. A one way portal popped up showing, where Paint was drawing excitably. With out a care in the world. A screen popped up. on teh top corner. It showed the amount of space left in the multiverse. 17233/20000. It was almost full. Sighing I thought of visiting Paint, before going against it, more one way screens popped up around me, Looking through them, my eyes caught on the image of an injured skeleton in purple, leaning on a tree. Humming a tune, I walked through the one way window, Looking back once at my little 'home'. Before continueing on my way.

This is going to be harsh.

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Screams radiated through out the world, My sword slashed through their souls, my breathing came in puffs of smoke. Paint isn't here yet, his to busy dealing with the others, I could use my strings, but I was worried, if I was going insane? where there really strings there? would it seem if i was moving my arms in random directions? You could say I'm still suspicious about everything. Looking around I smiled grimly at the air full of dust, finishing up, I felt the world crumble up. A window opened underneath me as I fell into my bean bag. A few things littered around me. A few cm away started grass on the white ground. Grumbling. I teleported to the where Strings slept, peacefully without a care in the world.or universe. Groaning I know I didn't have much time before I had to go back to work. I wasn't a being of destruction, I was made for recreation. But I didn't want Strings to take that burden. Feeling the strength of the world pull on my fingertips. I walked to the edgy of the world I was making, feeling the world I had destroyed stream out. I created something new form teh destruction I had made. Colour bled from my finger tips. Closing my eyes I felt my self float as it circled around my being, Waving my hands I moulded to form the image I wanted, A city connected to the other, grass blowed, and new building exploded from the ground. i opened my eyes, teh city I had started had emerged from a dark pine forest. My hands weaved the last building in place. The reason I had made it was just in case that I couldn't catch up with Paint, I would still be able to save people. Like the Omega timeline. My 'home' was disconnected from the multiverse. And hidden in the very core of the void.

Thank you for taking care of them-

I jumped up in surprise, before smiling.

"Your welcome"

Waving my hand, as the last of the colourful paint like substance disappeared. I hummed again, before making a portal to the anti-void. A white world, empty, a black white world that went for ever, no end or true beginning. The only bright thing there were, was the blue beanbags, piled of chocolate bars and rapiers. And the yarn that was connected to nitting needles. Jumping into the beanbag. I waved my hands, one way windows popped up showing the

worlds like tv. Grabbing the two long wooden needles. I began knitting.

Click Click

Click Click

Click Click

Click Click

The sound of the wood clicking together radiated through out the empty void. Then a new sound, a veering sound as a portal opened. Sighing- I stopped my knitting and watched the worlds, my eyes searching and felt confirmed that everything was A.O.K. Smiling, I looked back and looked at Tar, a nightmare. who came through from his kingdom to the anti-void. My cap tipped slightly back as I followed his figure as he sat next to me in the beanbag.

"Well, what do you know, you actually visited" I said, smiling. "What'cha want with ill little old me?"

"The offers still up" He said quietly, leaning on my shoulder, Pulling at jacket sleeve, telling me that he wanted to be covered in my magic. Expanding my aura around him, I hummed a tune. He leaned in closer.

"And I still deny it"I replied, going back to knitting. My eyes watching the figures, ever watchful of their every action.