Blackout Memory

|What do you mean?| The little shadow wrote onto his notebook. |Surely, your secrets aren't that bad.| The paper now read, almost as if text just magically appeared on it now. Maybe it was connected to Blair's thought process. Aaron just smiled as his body returned to normal. "Well, where to start? I've told you about the fact of me killing people, but let's see how to explain this. In my first life, I had lived normally, up until I had arrived home one day and was killed by tiny little ghosts that resembled my dead cousin. Yeah, that was the start to my journey here." Aaron admitted as he looked towards the sky. "I wonder how they're doing. Not like I can remember them."

This confused the small little shadow, so new words appeared on the paper. |What do you mean? If you've come from another planet, you should still be able to remember all of your memories. At least some of the details in the memories, like your parents.| The paper now read. And, if you're curious about how Aaron was able to read such small writing, it was that it appeared that the text was visible, and it just read out what was intended to say. Like Aaron's telekinesis speech, but just on paper and directed at the viewer.

Yes, the viewer. You, looking on from behind the screen. I know you're watching. You have been reading this through a text-based format until now, haven't you? Unfortunately for you, I, the narrator, get to see this stuff in real-time, and it can get epic at points. If only there was a way for you to view it too...I guess not.

Oh shit, I forgot that I was still narrating. Anyways, let's get back to reading about what was happening. This never happened, all right?

"Heh. Funny story, little shadow." Aaron laughed before killing off his chuckle. "I can remember slight bits of my past, but I can't remember what my parent's faces looked like, especially considering I hadn't seen them for at least ten years before dying. All I can currently remember is a memory from my past, but all I can see in my memory are their bodies from the neck down. It's like their faces never existed." Aaron sighed as he once again tried to see what they looked like.

His memory went to a memory of him and his parents at the park. This was a different place than his other memory, though. He looked up, and all he could see was black liquid covering his parents from head to toe. He tried moving, but as it was a memory, he couldn't do anything to stop it. The black liquid began to spread, not just engulfing his parents, but it spread across the ground, turning the park in his memories into a black void. He looked at his body in his memories, only to see that black had started to grow onto his own body. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but he was curious about what was happening. He watched the black liquid crawl up his body, and once it reached his mouth, he felt unable to open up his mouth. He knew something was up, but he didn't feel like leaving yet.

The black liquid went over his eyes, and he became blind to the world around him. As he felt the liquid finally go over his head, he became encased in it. Aaron felt his senses drift away as he numbly floated around his own mind.

"Y̶̙̥̺̙̦̝̻̽̈͛̊̓̌̽̃̿̀̍̋́͠o̷̫͚̪̭̗͉̞̳̮̦͐̀̎̀́̀̆̔̈́͗̄̕u̸͖̯̦̼̮͋̔̈͘͜ ̵̻̭̥̰͔̅͑̎̐I̸̦̞̲͔̪̪̼̟̱̓̏̓̋̅́̔͗͑̈́̀̅͜͝ͅͅD̷̡̛̯̳̭̥̺̗̤͇̩̻͕͑̄ͅI̶̡̮̫̦̳̰͎̺̗͓̯̎̽̃͝O̴̬̭̤͓̪̬̠̯͙̪͔̦͚̓̈́̎̋̋̚͝T̵̨̥̜̟̳̉.̵̧̧̛̲͚̯̭̤̬̥̱̃̿͂̀̆̈́͆͂̈́̚͘͜ ̸̡̱̬̗̤̮͙̤̮̊̀̋̎̇͆̈́̿̀̂̚͠"

̵̦̓͆̏͌

"̵͍̭͓̭̝̍͂̀̈̈́̾͝͝͠͝Ÿ̵̟̤͓́̊̓̀̕͝o̴̘̹͋ͅų̶͓̱̈́̔̓̓͛͐̓̓̂́͜͝ ̶̢̤͇̩̱̲̼́̎̀̒̈́͒̏͒̀̈̈́̃͝͝ͅR̶̼̳͈̮͖͖̣̟̲̦̼͎͙͔̆̓̄͐E̵̻̙̜̻̖͛̂̎͆̿̏̀̈́́͘͝͝Ả̸̢̜͙̘̣̻̩̥̯̼̟̠̗̎̉̎͒͒̚̚͝L̷̢̢͉̺̺̜̪̰̞͕̗̖̈́̽̿̓̓ͅḺ̶̨̓́͐̋̎̌͋̕Y̷͓̰̕ ̷͕̬͙̻͎̙͚͉͊ͅt̵̡̡̞̟̤̭͔̦̮͖̋̒̈̀͂̀̏͗̈̚͜͠h̴̲̠͇͊̀͑̆̚̕͝͝͝ͅo̵̰̭͉͎̠̗̩̖̰͉͛u̵̝͓͍̲̻͖̝̖̙̭̜͔̗̙̓̇g̷̛̯̺̩͍͈̥͕̓͒̏̄̾̃̽͐h̷͇͈̫͇̊͐̈́́̒̈́̈́̀̉͗̎̌͌̒̕ẗ̷̡̨̛̻͔͎͖̖͕̯̀̏̿͆̀͑̿͌̄̀̑͆͠ ̴̡͎͈̝͚̯̝̅̌̒̋̀̚t̴̥̿̏͂̈́̽͐̎͛̓͋̈̓͘͝h̵͍̝͖̭̻̳̲͎̜͖̥͙̀̅̀̓͊ḁ̶̧͓͚͖̻̗͗̏̈́̇̾̾̃̅̈͂̐͜͠t̵̡̩̰̳̱̟̠̥̯̙̗͙̹͐ ̷̙͈̥̠̻̯͇̳̦̦̘̽̎̎̒̇͜͜ý̵̈́̑̈́͒̾̒̕͠ͅő̷̧̜̖̲͓͉̱̺̠̘̗̈́̾̍͒̿̉̀̚u̶̖̼̮͙͑̐̓̽̓͋̎͌̄͜͝͝͠'̵̢̲̝̩̥̻̹̭̤̩͇͙͚̮̥̾̑̀͠d̷̛̥̗̗̱̫̰̰̯̠͋̇͜͝ ̷̡̧̨̱̭̦͉̝̦̟͕͓̤̐̂͒̇͛͑̆͝b̸̺̘̣̬̹̻͕͇̠̫̳͇̃͂̍͑͌͜͝e̵̢̤͚̟̖̳̩̲̩̐̀̐͐̂̃͐̕̕͝ͅ ̸̭͚̦͎͙́̑̃̈̆̉̎̿́̐̾̿̚f̸̨̧̢͓̪̰̣̼̪̱̘̒r̸̢̻͙̯̻͚̤̯̗͔͊͘e̷̗̖̫̾̈́e̷͚͉̰̻͗͊͗͌̄̓̈́͆̊̉̀̇͂̕͝ ̵̪̻̳̗͙̦͙͙̂̄̾͝͠͝f̷̙͉̤͇̯̯̩̰̗͈̗̟̈͐̃͌͛̿̍ṟ̶̯̣̖̯̬̠̥̥̻͇̩̝̭̀̆̕̚ͅȍ̴͍̞̭͈͍̅͋̓ḿ̶̢͈̫͈̻͕̩͙̠̤͇́́́͗̀́ͅ ̸̧̧̥̫̲͎̥̝̳̌̀́͆͗̚m̵̨͓̥̥̭̱̟̜͉͕̜͈̣̀̆̎̎̄́̍̇ę̷̪͔̗̬͖̠̗͈͙̟͋͗ ̴̨̢͖̹̖̎̏̔̏̆̄͋̄͂̋͊̌͘̚i̴̪̅̊͑n̵̡̘̜̻̥̘̮̓́̀ ̸̧͖̲̜̫̫̄̄͐y̵̨̢̼̙̭̭̹̰̭̙̠̎́͊̏̑̑ơ̴͚̦̥̝̦̰̹̓͂̾ụ̵̡̡̥̜͔̲̖͖͂͂́͋̏͐̍̍̏̉͌̑̑͛̇ŗ̷̢͓̱̦͌͆̈́̿̈́́̍͘ ̷̹͚̫̹͎̥̗͎͎̑̌̾̕̕͝m̸̡͓̬̞̩̬̈́̂͒͋̐̿͛̎e̶̢̻͔̗̰̘͖̗̰̳̩̰͙̊̍͛͊̆̾͋̒̒̍͠m̵̹̪̩̩̥̙̘̻̻̤̮͂̏̑̌̒̆́̾̈́͘͝ö̷͓̖̞̳̫̥̘̺̟̜́̏̓͆̚͠͝ŗ̶͈̳̤͈̪̺͓͎͎̬̇̇͊͌͊̕͜͜i̸̢̤̩̗͎̤̤̤̳͈̣͐̂̄̉̽͂̏̌̓̾͒̇͝͠ͅé̴̢̤̬̼̠͎͕͈͇̏̍̄͋̆̈́̋̂̾̎͘s̷͍͔̪̹̥̟̦̰͔̠͎͈̪̦̀̉̋̈̉͆͜?̴̨̢̗̯̰͔̹͙̠̣̮̜̕ ̴̟̘̲͈̖̘͔̹̯̫͖̈͊̿͌̎̈́̓͊͘̚͜͝Ț̷̡̖͕͖̦̻̝͈́́̀h̶̫̬͍̹̃a̵̡̠̫̼̣͈̬͉̗̲͈̣̋̊̓̋̒t̶̢̬̣̑̃ ̴̛̦̳̼͉͕͍̈̍̅͌̐͠b̴̡̢̭͉͓̫͖̜̳͈̙̎̈̀̑̐̋͌̆̔̎͑̑͋̔͜ļ̵̬͓͓̼͖̤̤̥͗̃̏͒͐̓͆́̓̊̔̈́̇̒͝a̴̛̯̥͖̲̲̦̗̳͕͙̔͂̀̿̋̊͐̔̓̚̕͠ͅc̷̪͚͚̫͚̃̏̇͂̀̈́̋̓͋̓͌̐̚͘k̵̢͎̫̋͂́ ̸̮̖̟͖̰̬͇̘͇̀͐̽͂̊͊͗̄͊͗̅̆̀͝͠s̵̛̼̻̼̦̙͓̙͛̓̓̒̄̊̓̇̾͌͝t̷̨̡̧̞͔̮̠̣͇̝̫̦̳̲͚̆͑̉̋͋̚͝ư̴̪̺̩̰̮̰̑͒̑̉̈̈́̽̎͛͛́̑̚f̷̢̨̰͙̻͕̞̲̘͍̱̔̽̐̚f̴̱̘̻̯͖͉͈͖̯̮̺̥͈̏̏̀͗̈́̐̒̊̆͆͘̕͝͝ ̴̩̱̹̳̺̿̍͋̄̀̄̓́͂̉̃͘ẅ̷̛͚̱̖́͆̈́͊̽̔̓̚͝ą̸̠̠̣̟̹͙̈̽̋͊̂̎̀͂͘s̸̠͖̍̀͊̐̌͊̕̚ ̴̼̼̣͇͈̘̬̦͈̖̥̄p̸̧̨̧͇̣͕͇̹̭̹̻̞͒͂̈́͠l̷̳̬̯̖̹̦̟̬͖̎͜͜ͅa̴̧̠̘̯͇͓̲̱̱̖͇̘͈͙̔̋̔͒̆̍͌͘͠͠ͅç̷̠̗̥̳̦̠̠̗̊̋̍͒͋̿̌̄̅͆ē̶̗͓̜̬̬͖̝̼̩͍̰̣̋͌̍́̐̍͊̎̓͘ͅd̴̨̢̳̗͍͙͖̺͎̙͔̍̐̂͐̇͜ ̶̥̌̌͒̒̅͑̃͘͝b̶̖̜̭̜͔̟̘̱͕̯̱͕͈̪͐̀̌̌̍̓́̀̚̚y̴̡̬̮͎͉̺̯̻̭͊͌͂̓̔̍̚ͅ ̶̛̛̠̟̤̼͚͓̲̗̺͓͎̬̑́̐̊̓͌̉̐̽̀̒͝m̸̱̭̞̥̖̮͎̮̽è̷̢̨̲͍͇̮̖̝̯̠͍̅̈́̓͑̄͗̎̇̑̇̚͘͝͠ ̷̙̊̍͗̽̆̒͗͌̇̏̓̋̆̚l̵̜̭̲̫̂͒̒́͛̈́̓̾̇̑o̴̭͎̝̥̫̬̝̼͖̙̱͈͚̐ͅṇ̴̢̹͔̪̘̰͚͛̌̆̓͛̀̾g̷̛̰̯̊̽͛͌̊́̈́̓͆̋̈̚͠ ̴̺͕̮̤̱̟̓̅͛̽̏͋̈͆̏̑̈́́̌ą̴̯̰͉̣̠̱̖̭̣͖̉ģ̴̡̣̫̭̼̼̱̩̽͊̒̕͜͜ô̵̧̟̯͈̪̯̖̏.̷̢̭͙̘̥̻̑̈́̄̅̐́̊͐͆̐͋͘͘͝"

Aaron couldn't understand what was going. How was the voice back? It just seemed unnatural for it to be here.

"D̵͓̪͕̩̜̠́͠i̴̡̩͓̽̽̓́̍̿ď̷̬͈̣̥̗̮̬̭̦̮̮͚̞̠̎̉̋̈́́́͘ ̶̢̭̱̟̜͔͍̈́̀͐͋̓̎̈͌́̌ͅÿ̵̨̡͕̣̪͍̹̙͙̣͗̈́͒̽͛̚ó̸̢̘͈̯̻̲̯̱̟̗̠̘̻̹̍̆̈͂̌͋̚u̸͖̖̗̻͔̳͓̪̤̫͈̓̀͆ ̸̨̢̛̣̪̩̦͈͈̩̣͖̆̇́͛̀͒̃͒͌̑̕ṛ̶̩̳̈́̀́̓͆͊̽́ȩ̷̣͔̞̞͈̙̝̳̪̞̗̟͚̀͐̓̈́͑̽͐̐̒͌͝a̴̠̙͉͚̜̟̾̅̃̿͌̇͘l̵̮̓͂͆̎̈̈́̿̿̈́͒̃l̶̡̲̟͓̱̱͖͇̜͆̿͂̉͊͑ͅý̵̛̛̫̺͍͊͑̏̃̔͂͊͑̌̉͘͠ ̸̢̰̩̠̗̰͂̉̉̔̋̒̋͝͝t̷͈̦̱̜̪̭̗͕̹̐̄̔̂̈́͑̊͂͘ͅͅh̷͛͆̈́͆͌̈́͊̀͗̃͜ǐ̶̖̼̩̗͍̼̓̉n̶̗͈̽̄͋̆̄̂͊k̵̛̩͖͗̈́̔̅̅̒͑̽̓̕͝ ̴̧̻̜̘̜̯̣͍̈́ṯ̴̡̕͜ͅḩ̸̣̤̺͕̭͍͖̳͙͗̔̅̕â̴͙̬͓̖̗̪t̷͚̘͓̝̲̅̆͛͊̂ͅ ̵̛̦̟̤͆̈́̂̄͗̾͂̈́͑̊͌̾̕̕͜Í̸̡̼̯̩̲̲̪͇̳̩͍̺͚̗̰̂̋͌́̿̉̌̐'̴͍̖͖̬̖̤̰͉͛́̀̋̆̏̕d̸͈̠͇͓̓̿̽̿̈́̿̈́̀̽ ̵̟͚̓̑͌͊j̸̡̺͓̞͇̬̙̹͎̳̠̏̇̃̍̈͗͆̆̎̊̀̾̃͜u̴̢̹̭̓ṣ̵̡̗͙͈̾͐͑͌́̉͋̚ţ̶̨̖̰̜̝͇̪̳̗̓̈́̈̑̽͛̍͘͝͝ͅ ̴̛̣̺̞̦̫̉̇̀͊̑̍Ǧ̷̛͚̗̥̻͚̜̲͓̥͎̫̯͙̰̈́̋́͂̓̑̑̚̕͠I̶̛͍̠͓̦̓̍͌́͛͊͒͌̈͘͝͝͝V̸̡̧͉͈̭̗͖̀̊̓͑̊͋̿̄̈́͑̆͠ͅȨ̷̥̦̖̤̫̞̤̮͎͐̓͂̐̓̈́̊̌͘ ̵̨̙̤̭̲͈̦̥̥̣́̉͋̆̔̽̒͝y̵̙̲̻̜͖̗̏͆͋̅̅͝ͅõ̷̤̘̜̖͉̗̗̫͐̓̒̑̏̿̃̓̚u̷̝̼̠͎̯̳̱̜̎̒̄̈͗̄͋͘ ̴̢̡̡̡̰̥͔̤͇̙̰̝̙̊͋̄̿̒̈́͛̑̏̎̐͐̇̔͠a̷͚͍̾̇ͅ ̸̡̙̪͈̤͚͓̏̏̉n̶͖̲̤̫̞͔͚͇̰͉͔͔̤̦̱̓̃͐͗͒͒͒̾ę̴̭̜̘̼̲̦͙̗̓̂̿͜͝ͅw̴̨̺̥͌́͗͐ ̵̬͊ŗ̴̪̪̙̮͖̖̭̏̇̿e̵̢̢͖̟̹̭͙͙͐́́͒̉̍͐̉́̓̚͜p̶̛̤̱̣̳͚̰̲̼̥̳͕͑͛͌̎̈͆͗́̎̅̉̿͠͠l̵̘̫̰͖̜̻̫̘̘̏͋͊̕͘a̸͖̗̯̪͛̏̑̾̉̂̃̒̅̅̈̊͠c̶̗̥̟̣̟̱̱͙͚͍̗͍̪̈̽̾̈́͌͆̓̋̌͆̈́̊̚ͅę̴̯̤̜̖̜͇̠̹̤͖͙͛͐̄̓̔͐̈́̄̂͑͝m̵̡̨̡̠̜̖͎̭̺̣̪̑̂̏͆̏̔̇̚͜͠e̷͕̥̝̗͈͉͎̩̪̭̩̳͇͊͂́̇́͆̐͐̽̕͝͠͠ṅ̵̢͎̩̖͓͔̞̂͋̎̾̑͝͠͝͠ţ̷̪͕̙͔̘̥͑͂͊̋͝ ̸̛͖̥͕͙̪̟̾a̵͇̞̒͊b̶̟̙̲̗̙̙̜̣̗͍̬̻͖̭̑̾̂͗͝ͅi̴̧̟̣̭͚͋̄̊̑͆̉͊̓͘͜l̵̬̿̈́̍̅͗̍i̸͔̜̺̲͇̱͉͓̰͐̈ͅt̴̩̙͚̟̲̏̐̈́͘͜y̶̨̧̥͖̦̖̭̜̖͍̱̘̹̆̎̅̓̄̆̀̑͂̋͆̿ͅ ̴̬͂̔͛f̸͙̟̦̪̭̦̋́̊̉̈́͂̇̔̈́͘o̶̗̤̰͛̓̽̒̈́͛̈̓̉̈́̑͝r̵̝̮̃͐̑̆̀͌͋̊́͝͝͝ ̴̼̠̺̤͚̥͎̹͎̲͍͎͗͘ͅy̷̧̢̪̝͉̟̱̱̰̣͔̼̳̓̉̋͜ͅö̷̢̨̱͍͚̣̱͇̮́̕ư̸̡͕͖̥̪̣̻̞̟͇̤̂̄̈́̂͝͠r̸̨̞̙̩̠̙̪̼̔̆͋͜ ̵̣͚͇͓͎̗͖̓w̷̗̳̖̼̞̏͆͒͐̊̎́́̅̂̆̓͒ẹ̷̛͚̹̠̰̘̃̈́̀̅̈́̈́͠â̵̢̢̞͔̩̝̙̤͎̙̺̣̮̰̐͐̀̄̂̚͜͝k̸̩͙̖̎͂̈́͂́̅̃e̸̱͎̭͉͇͖̙̯̻̺͑̇̈́̃͑͌͂́͐͋̃͊͘͜ṣ̶̹͙̟̻̉̒̑͊̒͐͊̋͆̔̕ͅẗ̸̛̛̳͕͔͙̗̩̦̱̠̪̦̰́̎́̆̔̈́̾̈́̌̇̕͜͠͝ ̷̥͎͎̥͈̪͙̫̫͕̍̔̅͋͐̈́̊͊̑͘o̴̧̖̠͇̯̣̤͇̼̻͚͛̓́͒͊̿ͅn̷̡̡̨̡̛̩̣̪̳̦̬͔̮̳̆́̈́̇̍͗̊̍̚͝e̷̛͈͎̥͚͒͂̐̃͋̆̏̍͊̓͒́?̷̛͕͛̾͛̆͗͋̍̓̃̒͒̂!̴̘̦̒͗́̑̀̿̄̔̾ ̴̨̧͓̼̺͖͈̤͍̤͉͎̋̈̈́̓́͗͜Y̸̢̛͉̊́̂̒̅̓̄̉̓̂̚͝o̶̟̞̝͖͍̰̟͍̜̻͗̈́͗̌͒̇̀̋͒̀́̚͝ú̶̬̦̉̇ͅ ̷̧̝̿̀̅͑̃̍̇̕͝m̸̯̼̫͙̮̞̺̻̲̩̼̔̈̓̈̋̔͝ù̶̧̨̺̞̺̙̯͔̳̫̰̑̋̄̓͒̇̏̅̈́͛̓̚̚͝s̷̬͚̥̥͉̟̜̩̠̩̉̐̓̑̈́͌͛̀̈́̀͠t̶̻̫̹̼͔̣̫̻̖̬̟͂͐̿̽̀̎̉̑̿͌͒̀̈̕ ̴̠̃̾͛̌̀̋͂̏͐̊͐͛͝b̵̭̺̮͖̤͔̦̥̲͍̫̭͇̈͠é̴̲̭̼̠̮̥͖̹̺͈͆̓̿̃̋͛̊̚ ̶̨̱̫̺͚̼͎̞̈́͛̎̏́͗̄̀̃̆͂̕m̶̢̡̳̦̝̟̐̈̅͗͊̑̿̅̃́͜͝ͅę̸̲͖̦̝̗͍̫͍̪̏͛̒́̈̔̚n̷̢̯̺͇͎̲͍͕̻̙̗̺̠͊̀̅̅͠t̵̜̽̈́͆͘ä̵̝͉̭̦̣͙̤̰̮̬̬̤́͑̈̈̀͊̄͗̑̇ļ̵̦͙̗͇̱͈̺̳̏̕l̶̠̦̹͓͚̼̗̱͈͍͓̮̩̜̏̈̇̌̋͐̿̉ȳ̶̛̻̪̹̣̔͒̾͊̇̋̒̌ ̶̧̦͇̬̮̝̮͍͐͑́̋̐ş̵͔̤̥̙̟̯̲̹̑͗t̴̛̻̤̖͇̭̹̬̹̗̬̻͒̋͛̓͗͋̊́̐̕ͅu̸̡͍̜̻̱̥̖̹͔̩̿p̵͕̣͍͎̦̤̝͕͒í̷̻̜̠̗̙̤̟̝͖̺̳d̶̡̮̝̉̿̓͐̓͒͑͂̕͘͝ ̵̨̼͙̙͓͛͆́́́̈́͊̍̐̒͘̕͝i̸̧̫̥̲̠̥͖͚͉̯̖̥̠͔̖̔̓͐̿̆͊͗̇̚͠f̸̢̢̛̘̟̯͎͖͔̲̪̳͕̦̋͛̌̄̍̃͂̏̇ ̸̢̞͍̥̮̭̹̟̰͌͑̐̏̑̄́̎̈́͑̕͜y̵̞̫͚̺͗̿͆̋͆̿͌̓̆̍̒̈́̚̚o̴̢̳͊̔̔̃͒͗̓̎͋̎̈́͠ư̷̮̦͉̟͕̞͍͙̞̠̜͈͈͖͈͂͑̄̓̀̃͑͒ ̴̛̭̌̑́͑̿̑t̸̩̍̊̌̑͐́̌̕̚ḥ̶͓̗̥͉͔̝̩̂̾͌͐̌̎̅͠o̶̡̥̱͚͋u̷̘͓͈̮̙̞̫̤̫͍̦͐̐̉̀̇̈́͜g̴̢̦̲͙̥̖̬͓̼͉̹̦̭̝͑̃̇͑̆̈̿ͅh̸̡̢̪̦̰̎̓̒͂̈́̆̅t̸͇̮̮̫̭͑̃́͑͂͐̋́͜͠ͅ ̴̧̖͖̹̪̖̄̒ţ̵̩̟̫̩͔̹̠̯͂̔́̏̆̋͝͝h̸̢̛͇̥̝̰̱̱̱̘͎̱̞̻̹̀̍̂̀́̂͜a̵̢̠̥̠̱̮̺͙̯͎̲̞̒̄̈́̓͒̅̅͠͝͠t̴͙̳̭̮͇̥͈̯̜͚̳̺̉̏͛ͅ ̸̧̹̱̯̺͕́͗̀̈́̌͗̕͠w̵̹̘͚̣̯̮̿͑͂̅̎̄̑̀a̷̲̫̯͎͎͒̓̿̀s̵̫͙̮̣̱̳̱̼̼͎̘̈́̒̔̌̏̾̀͆̀͘͜ ̵̥̪̩̃̔̓̃̐͂̏̇͑́t̵͉̱͓̘͚̰̜͈̼͇̲͛͒̈́̾̎̔̿̕̕̕͝ḧ̵̰̱̭̦̺͇̣̼͉̜̥͂̂͜ͅė̵̥̻̃̒͑̓̾͝ ̷̝̎́̔͑̋͑͑͂͊̑̚͠c̷̘̻̻͍̞̮͍̞̋ä̸̺̟̬̠́̃̑͑s̸̢̛̛͉͓͚̯͈̋͑͋̀̌͊̈̕͘̚ę̶̙͓̼̅̊̄̀̀̾͌̍͗͝͝͝ͅ!̵̡̺̳̅̀͂̈́̎̏̃͐͝"

Aaron couldn't understand what the voice was saying, but he felt like he should be able to understand what it was saying. He just needed to concentrate. Slowly, as he concentrated harder, the voice became less distorted.

"W̸̥͔̎̂͝e̶̯̦̱̳͓͉̳͉͛l̷̡̖̝̳͓͔͕̩̺̝̅͆̈́̅̓̍̇̉͊͆̈́̎͒̚ḽ̶̡̘̘̼̗̻̩̪̳͙͍̑̎̊̏͋̈́͗́͋͗̊̄̏̃,̷̢͕̘̱͚͙̽̐̈̽̿̀͠͝ ̴̨̀̽̆ĺ̸̯̪̟̻̆͐̈́̈͗͌͌͆͒̈́͛̎̉͝o̶̞̖͚̾̽ó̴̢̨̰̠̰̣̼̪̣̲̳̺͈̏̋̈́͗k̶͈̩̙̻̠͖̞̪̯͉̈́̿̈́̌̂̃̊́͊̿͘ ̷̲̐̾̉͜a̵̛̮̋̇̈́͛̇͠t̷̪̄̍ ̵̧̛͚̪̝̮̰̦͕̳̠̣̲̘̍͛̊̒͑̃̓̿̐̑̿̚̕̕͜y̷̨̨̫͉͉̤̣̩̹̥̺͎͈͔͗̄͑͂̓̆̂̂̍͑̀̅̑̃͝ȯ̴͇͈̱̰̬̳̻̹͚̹̻̲͎̓̔͊́͂̾͛́̓̈́ͅu̴̹͕͓͂͆̈́̏̚̕̚͝͝.̴̨̨̘͎̦̜̮̆̀̑Y̷̨̼͓̺͉͇͜͝o̵̧̱̝̙̻̔͛̈́ư̸̢̦̖͔̤̯'̴̢̛̯͓̥͍̩̲̋̀͜r̴̡̠̟͍͕̩̆̀̈́̓ę̶̡̣̩̬̾̓͊̓̐̈́͋͝ ̴̝͙̺͔͕̪͕͗͛͜t̸͓̩͍͒̿̈́͜r̴͉̫̒̂̇͛͒͠ȳ̴̡͔̹̟ï̶̗͚͉̺͝ͅn̸̞͔̤͉̫̱̺̉̂̀̒g̸̢͖̰̩͎̯͕͋̒͗͋̏͑̾͆́͐̃͐͜͜ t̷̯̼̩͝o̸̻̻͛̑͗͝ ̷̧̿̎̎͐ū̸̩̫̰n̵̢̫̓ͅd̶̛̤͎̯͂́ë̶͚̤̯͌̄̏r̷̭͛͂ͅṣ̶͑̏t̵̙̅̄̾â̷̻̣̖͚͋̄̽ṉ̴̝̀̀ḍ̴̢̧̭͐̒̽̽ ̷̧̾̌̎͠m̷̘̭̂̈́ḛ̶̻̦͂̓̚͝,̶͇̋́ a̴͉̐r̵̖͂ḙ̸̈́n̶̡̏'̷̞͗t̷̖́ ̷̯̕y̵͎͗o̴̳͂ǔ̸̹͜?̶͙̄"

"W̶e̴l̸l̷,̵ ̶i̷t̵ ̸w̴o̵r̴k̴e̷d̶.̸ Now you can hear me without any distortion. I honestly thought you'd never figure it out. You let another person into our head, and you completely forgot about me. Wasn't that a bit silly, considering that I'm the one who locked you out of using your abilities?" The voice mocked Aaron, with him unable to tell if it was male or female. "You know, I really hate the person you let inside your head. They're the only person to have ever defeated me in a fight, and to have brought them into your mind is almost like treason, considering that I gave you access to your abilities." The voice stated, shocking Aaron. A tingle would have gone down his spine, but he couldn't feel anything.

"What do you mean YOU gave me my abilities?! You're the one who took them away!" Aaron yelled out, speaking from his mind. He had tried opening his mouth, but he couldn't, so he just shouted at the voice from his mind. "What? You've never heard about masters limiting their disciples to see what they can do? My way of dealing with you is like that. You've had much faster boundless growth than I anticipated, so I decided to contact you to make you slower. It was just so that I could make sure you didn't go too fast." The voice responded, confusing Aaron.

"What do you plan on doing now?" Aaron asked, curious as to what his 'Master' was thinking. Although he'd never think of this voice as his master, it was good to have terminology. "Oh, I plan to send you shattering through the boundless percentage. You're going to go beyond 100% with my help."

{New Skill Awarded}

{Blessing of the Boundless One}