「LOGIN SUCCESSFUL」
「WELCOME NARRATOR」
「PLEASE ENTER COMMAND」
_Restart Multiverse
「DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?」
「CONSEQUENCES」
-Time -> Broken
-Fiction -> NonFiction
-Concepts+LivingRepresentations =True
-Memories -> Restarted
「Y / N」
_Y
「UNDERSTOOD, NARRATOR」
「BEGINNING_RESET」
「MULTIVERSE DESTRUCTION」
♤ ♡ ◇ ♧
"Order…" Marcen, a hooded figure, muttered as he saw his oldest and former friend typing at a machine. The two were inside of an auction house, ruined and destroyed from a fight between them.
The clicks of a keyboard stops as the figure, in casual attire, turned around and grinned, "Oh, I don't go by that now." The typing figure lifted his shirt. Words, that was what his body slowly turned into as he let go, it fell down to cover him again, "It's Narrator now."
His grin slowly fell as he scanned Marcen with his eyes, the battered and injured, yet alive, "Why don't you just die? That way you'll reunite with her. You'll stop trying to end the stories of others," he turned around and the tapping sounds continued, "You should just rest now," his voice was much quieter this time. Then…
「COMMAND ACCEPTED」
The Narrator pressed enter, and with a broken man's laugh, turned around as asymmetric holes began forming on the walls and floorboards of this auction house, as if everything was reversing back into their most simplistic structure: Dust.
"It's over, Marcen. You wish to continue your story, then so be it," The Narrator solemnly spoke out before he closed his eyes.
Marcen tried to reach The Narrator as he disintegrated, his hands reaching out, only to feel nothing but dust as The Narrator disappeared like everything else.
Now left alone in front of the machine, its fluorescent blue glow from the screen that seemed to stretch endlessly, connecting to the border of the Multiverse, his own body began to succumb to the Command.
His body was reverting to the cosmic dust that once inhabited the world's beginning, yet there wasn't any pain, just a lonely cold. His body couldn't handle anymore as he fell onto his knees. Still, his gaze remained on the screen.
It wasn't an average chill, or a blistering freeze, but a calm and caring cool that left Marcen feeling tired.
Before his entire being was nothing but dust, the machinery behind the machine blared an alarm that was a mix of every alarm; tornado, earthquake, school bells, fire, flood, tsunami. With one message appearing over and over again, covering every inch of the screen of with its repetition
「ERROR」
-「ERROR」
–「ERROR」
—「ERROR」
「■ HAS BEEN FOUND」
—「ERROR」
–「ERROR」
-「ERROR」
「ERROR」
One message had made its way through the mass of errors. Marcen didn't know why, but he felt happy. He closed his eyes and laid down onto the ground, muttering, "I'm so tired…"