Short Stories for Various Fandoms

Running up or falling?

Scar hopes for normal dreams, he just wants some peace and quiet, something to shut up the demands for him to set things on fire and cause misery. The tingle he'd mentioned to Skizz. Chaos Scar's come over, he wants to get out. But Chaos Scar's deadly. Dangerous. And if he can make a Lightsaber, Scar wonders what else he's capable of.

And of course, Scar gets no normal dreams.

He's back in that empty space, again, but this time, he feels a bit more in control. He stretches out his limbs, wondering if there's any tangible object in this place he may have missed. Almost instantly, his feet land, and he stands on seemingly nothing. He can see himself, and somehow there's a shadow beneath his feet, but there's no light source. "You learn." He snaps his head up, looking around. Voice sounds much more...there, more real. Not as disembodied. "I just didn't want to fall anymore. Where are you? I can hear you much more clearly, now." He asks, taking a step forward. When he doesn't fall, he starts walking. "I am everywhere, and nowhere. You will not find me. You aren't ready yet. You have accepted an alternate weapon. That doesn't mean you can understand my existence." Scar frowns. "I'm close, though." He says. "It matters not." Voice replies indifferently. "So is there a reason I can't dream while I'm sleeping anymore?" Voice sighs, a low, whickering growl accompanying its exhale. "Dreaming is where the Soul seeks other company. A luxury I cannot possess, and do not need. It is easier to speak to you here. Call it a...weak point between planes of existence. You can understand that, yes?" Scar nods. "I'm not DUMB. Xerean would talk about these sorts of weird things all the time. Maybe I never understand it entirely, but I can understand that what you're saying means that when I sleep, wherever you are and wherever I am are easier to talk through." Voice grunts, pleased. "You are smarter than my accomplices claimed you to be." It says. Scar keeps walking. "There is a matter I wanted to speak to you of, however." It admits, after maybe 10 minutes of silence. "And what would that be?" Scar questions, sitting down. "You are against my intentions and yet, you want chaos. You spoke of a 'Chaos Scar' to the suited one earlier. We are aligned in this desire to 'get unhinged', as you said." Scar huffs. "Your idea is 'getting unhinged' is not the same as mine. You want to make them hurt. I just wanna burn some things and maybe kill someone. Maybe. That's not a promise." He catches himself. He's not tired here, but his mind is still muddled. Bit sluggish, bit confused. "You think I'm giving you these thoughts? I can understand that assumption, but no. Those were all your thoughts. I can only be as you call me–a Voice." Scar's lip curls up into a disbelieving snarl for a moment. "You make me do things I don't want to do. Put words in my mouth. What makes you think I'd believe that you aren't messing with my head, too?" Voice grunts once more, and Scar takes a deep breath. "I am not hindering your mind. You refuse to sleep. I could make you sleep, which could but that is a choice I give you. I am capable of puppeteering your body, which involves your vocal cords, and offering my voice on matters, but nothing more. Emotions are not my strong suit to manage. You feel too much, it sickens me." Scar frowns, bringing his knees up and laying his chin atop them. "So it is me. Why am I mad at Xerean? I don't want to be. I don't even have an actual reason for it. If it's not you making me feel like I don't like her, what is?" He wonders, mostly asking himself. "Entities of Chaos do not often get along well. Her and that feral child are a special case. United under one interest, but even so, the feral one is very reclusive. They are not meant to inhabit the same worlds. It is like dogs. They are territorial. Beings of Chaos find themselves protective of places they deemed their own. She is defective in that regard. She was not supposed to be protective of you, only whatever could give her Chaos. That is what makes you angry. You two are feeding on the same Chaos sources, therefore you want to keep it for yourself. However, the human morals in your head are telling you otherwise, causing confliction." Somehow, this makes a lot of sense. "I will silence now. My accomplices wish to speak with me." Voice announces, and while Scar doesn't sense anything, he knows it left. He lays down on the floor he can't see, and closes his eyes.