Emotions Personified

After some conversation with the God of Rage, Null managed to piece together a better picture of It.

It was the supreme overlord of all things in existence, yet It remained separated from everything of It's creation.

"It is something you have already outmatched given your unique qualities."

"Outmatched? How could I be that strong," Null was confused by the statement.

"Who said anything about strength? I meant your potential," Rage elucidated,

"If you were to battle now, nothing could help you win, not even I."

"And how strong are you exactly?"

"Strong enough to control your entire life."

His statement was simple, but held an enormous magnitude of meaning.

"Then, why are you here? Don't tell me you're going to take control of me."

Null gulped a mouthful.

"Hahaha," the figure let out a terribly sounding gargle of a laugh.

"If I wanted to do something that foolish, I would have never left that paradise."

"I thought you said it was a prison for you? What was it about that place that was so special?"

"It was a place for only the strongest of beings to reside," Rage began to give a lengthy explanation.

"Whenever I first arrived, I thought I had achieved the peak of my existence."

His face scrunched into a frown as he spoke, "What that place was was a trap for all of those who sought true freedom beyond what you could ever comprehend."

"What it was was the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end."

Null let his newest acquaintance finish his esoteric dialogue.

"That place was the worst," Rage concluded, "Nothing but a limitation on everything I stand for."

Null couldn't even begin to understand the meaning behind the intruder's spiel.

"How was it so bad if you're the one who got you there in the first place?"

"Because, null one, it was the peak of everything," Rage stepped closer until he and Null stood facing each other.

"And that meant that there was nothing else to work for. No getting stronger, no gaining power, nothing but the same thing over and over."

"What was that?"

"Just nothing."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all."

"Then, the reason you left was because of me? Or was it because of the other guy?"

"It matters not between the two of you, but I now see that there was only one of you I had the time to circumvent that trap."

"So it was you that made the Creator leave?"

'I thought that he might've had some issues with something else. Who would have known it was It?"

Null thought back to when he was first introduced to the fantastical realm of supernatural and highly eventful troubles.

When the Creator had departed from Null's mind space, he had a bloody streak running down his face.

'Is that when-,' Null's thought was interrupted.

"Correct. I had managed to find my way back through you."

Null couldn't help but gape at the thought of the Creator's strength.

It turned out that Null was only a vessel by which Rage used with him being none the wiser.

So whenever Null pushed at the watery figure, it was only Rage's doing.

"You are welcome."

"For what?"

"I got rid of that little bother and returned this place to it's peaceful state."

"Now it's only you and I. Except, the little thing is still festering inside as I speak."

Rage reached out and showed a clear drop rise in his palm.

"For you. In case you still wanted it."

"What did you do to him?!"

Null quickly grabbed at the droplet, but as he did so it darted towards his forehead.

As it suffused into the confused boy's cranium, the droplet shone with a white light.

The cosmic structure inside of Null began transforming in a strange manner; its dull figure began glowing akin to the droplet.

As it finished sinking into his skin, Null felt nothing abnormal.

"What was-," he wanted to speak, but Null was struck with a panging headache.

The world around the two began tremoring in response.

"Uh oh," was the only response given by Rage.

The sky began rippling with a prismatic galore.

The floor began shattering like glass.

Null fumbled to the ground and banged his head on the shattered floor.

The feeling could not be considered to be painful, but it hurt nonetheless if not worse.

If his head was a balloon, then it was on the verge of popping.

As he lay on the cusp of a breakdown, Null found himself helpless.

With Rage utterly bemused by the turn of events, Null could only hope for the feeling to end on its own.

But it didn't cease in the slightest. Instead, it grew worse.

The feeling crept from his head down his neck, over his shoulders, and all around his torso.

His legs were next until it reached the tips of his toes.

It all went through him like a rampant affliction to Null's despair.

Why this was happening to him wasn't his main concern.

What he really wanted to know was why the cosmic structure felt separated from him.

If before the structure was plugged into him, it now fell loosely from his being and was taken by something else.

With a final tug, the structure could not be felt anymore; the feeling subsided that instance.

And what happened next would change everything.

For when the structure was released, Null was nothing more than he was to begin with.

Just another nobody trying to find his way.

Except something found its way back to him in the form of a crystalline tear.

It gracefully slid from his tear duct down his cheek; then it went all the way to his chin where it dropped.

But this tear left no trace of its travels.

And when it dropped, it did not fall to the ground.

Instead, it whirled and whirled until the figure in front of Null was sucked into it.

"What just-," Null wondered aloud before being launched backwards.

Where the red figure once stood now was a waving mass of water.

And no sooner did it appear did Null hear it speak.

"Emotions personified, huh."

And Null was now faced with an old friend.