The Void

In a Void. Like a Void made of Void. A thing was there. Here of all place in this Void. Of all the different voids, and all the different places in this Void.

it was here. There's was something. A castle you may think. But no.

Not even a person was here in this place in this Void.

Ok, maybe there's was someone here.

In this Void out of all the other voids, there is someone.

The protagonist of this short story. But there is also something else in this place. This void, you may even say. There is a castle. But, no! I said before that there is no castle. Do you remember? Me, I do.

In this void of all the void that exists. There was a mansion. But, you may think to yourself, "there is nothing in this Void because the Void is empty."

You may also think of something else that I don't know about, and you are probably completely right. But no. Here, we have a mansion, placed right beside our protagonist. But he is upside down, so the mansion is on top of him. But we are in a Void, so there is no direction to tell which way is up or down. Or maybe not. Who knows? Anyway, the Void was calm. Like a Void.

The protagonist was asleep. Like a protagonist. And he's not moving.

Soon, he reaches the mansion. Because why not. The story needs to move. Or maybe not.

Anyway, the protagonist land on the roof of the mansion, but it is upside down. So he falls back in the Void. But the gravity generated by the mansion picks him up. Like the old lady she is, she launches him through a window. Breaking it, waking the protagonist up.

He wakes up in a bathroom. A bathroom? No, a room bath.

A room made for bathing. Not the restroom, but.

Anyway, the mansion was BIG. Like humongously big.

Like tyrannosaurusly big. Like, like, like. BIG.

Like multiple solar systems could fit in it, type of BIG.

Anyway, so the protagonist looks around and sees nothing.

Because nothing is something and why not. It's me who write this story.

YES, IT WAS ME ALL ALONG. DIO! Or was it?

Anyway, the protagonist looks around him. And he sees that the bathroom, who is really, just a room bath. A room to bathe in, or a room for a bath, or a bath for a room. Really whatever you desire. And he sees that it is full of water, like a big pool would be. But here, it is not full of water, like a big pool would be.

How? You may ask. I don't know. But, I know that it is not normal. Like eldritchly not normal. Like, even Cthulu would go insane, if he see it.

Anyway, the protagonist is fine seeing it. Because I said so, and because I'm seiso.

He takes a swim to go to the door that's 3 feet under the water surface.

Which feet? you may ask. I would answer. "The feet of a titan, whose feet can take up to four whole earth between its toes." A feet like that.

But the protagonist takes around 10 to 20 minutes to reach the door.

Because why not. Do you know what's behind this door?

No? Me, I do. But I won't tell you.

So he opens the door. and he goes through it. and he opens another door leading to a kitchen. Or maybe it's more like a kid-chen. Because everything is super tiny inside of this room. Like, super super super super tiny.

Like, the little thing between your leg is bigger than that. Maybe not for the woman, but you know what? I don't give a Glock about it!

Anyway, he is in this kid-chen, and he is searching for something that could help him end his suffering.

Maybe he could have taken the broken glass shard when grandma gravity broke the window of the mansion with his unconscious body.

But, I didn't think of it at that time. So I'm just gonna go with a knife in this tiny little kitchen. So, he is searching for a knife. Right? But he doesn't find any. Because it is too small, and he is too big.

Like, the knife would have the same size as his pinky. Like it would be difficult to end himself with such a small knife, but he while be finding a way to do just that. I'm sure.

Why? You may ask. Once again, interrupting me in my story. Annoying me to a point where I can no longer tolerate your being in this plane of existence! Because I said so!

Flapidi wapiti, I'm a Kwakidy.

And just like that, the protagonist sees a knife that is roughly the size of his pinky. Maybe a little bit less than that. But it while work for him.

He places the knife on the floor in front of him, the blade facing upward to the ceiling. Then he calls for the help of this old grumpy old lady called gravity and jumps headfirst in the blade of the knife.

With the help of this old decrepit thing that is this old lady called gravity, he takes a lot of speed. Like, he's faster than the speed of light, type of speed.

Anyway, he finishes killing himself with the help of this old dementia-filled grandma called gravity. And a knife roughly the size of his pinky. Maybe less. In a mansion that can fit multiple solar systems in itself. Who, is in a Void, made of Void, from the Void, of the Void.

THE END