Omniversal Misconceptions

Red String - II

Warnings: cursing, blood, violence

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He crumbles to the floor, his bones rattling from the pain. clutching his soul, he glares up into the sky and mentally curses whoever-- no. Whatever is gripping his life in their palm likes hes nothing for than a lifeless puppet. There a harsh tug on the delicate glowing residing in his chest. It feels like his soul is being strangled. 

"You Will Obey." The voice speaks again. The voice is unidentifiable, its not feminine nor masculine, it sounds like hundreds of voiced layered over each other. 

Pulling his trembling legs closer to himself, he slowly stands up. It feels like their a hand pressing down on him, trying to force him back down. 

"Go fuck yourself." His voice comes out glitched, uneven, far worse then normal. Hr flinching, Not expecting the oddness of his voice, he catches himself off guard. A ragged noise escapes him as the pressure grows harsher.

They're at a stand still, the monster with their soul tied up versus the apparent being that's watching him. Anger boils to the surface, they've been watching him like hes some- some damn movie! 

The pressure finally eases up but he stays tense like a string ready to snap. The voices that have been haunting him for such a long time have disappeared. His legs regain some strength and he slowly smirks.

He tosses his hands into the air, the glitching around his growing more frequent. "Hahahaaaaaa, stupid voice! All bark and no bite-"

There a pain in his soul, excruciating and mind numbing. He drops to the floor, unconscious. A voice in the back of his head speaks, "You Will Learn To Obey."

- time skip - 

He opens his eyes to the familiar sight of the white endless void. Resignation quickly settles in and he drags his aching body to sit up properly. "what the hell.." he whispers to himself. He gently runs his hand over his skull, he feels some dried blood on the back of it and another jagged cut on it. 

How long has he been out? His hand trails down to examine his rib cage, there's a pain radiating from the bones keeping his soul safe. 

A small tug on his soul catches his attention, a familiar feeling settling in on it. It's the same one as before but lighter, not as demanding. He reaches past his rib cage and slowly pulls out the pulsing light to examine it. 

His eyes settle into pinpricks as he looks at his soul, the thing that represents his life.

Around the softly pulsing shape that emits a faint white glower, there'd a red string. It's hold is so tight it feels suffocating. It's dangerous, he can feel it. He slowly traces the red string with a boney tip of a finger. He pulls on the string slightly, seeing if he can snap it. It's very unlikely he can, but he has to try anyways. 

The string moves with the tug of his fingers, he pulls a little harder hoping it will snap. A sudden sharp pain goes through his soul, a scream is torn out of his mouth. The silence that follows after is eerie, the silence is cut off by the sound of static. 

The skeletal monster who was previous trying to free his soul is sitting on the ground unmoving, error sighs cover him head to do. The space around him disfigures and morphs as if he was infecting the void itself. There's a percent bar floating above his head, it says "Rebooting: 6%"

Covering his eyes are error messages and a large white bar saying "OBEY."

Blood drip out of every hole in his head, the most is dripping out of his mouth onto his tattered clothes. His clothes have been taking the brunt of his anger and hatred, ripping and tearing at it during his times of mindless insanity. He needs to destroy something, anything, himself, his clothes, whatever he can get his hands on. There's never evidence of his destruction left, it either flakes into dust or is consumed by the vast endless void. 

The bar above his head soon reaches 100%, a sharp high pitched screech echos in the emptiness before his eyes open again. He looks around feeling completely lost. His disoriented state is not helped by the error signs still making it nearly impossible to see. 

He tries to reach a multicolored hand up to grab the error signs but of course his hand goes right through. Maybe he really has gone insane. He blinks a few times like he was trying to get dust out of his eyes. he sighs and drags a hand down his face, smearing warm red liquid over his face. 

The signs eventually settles down after a long while of sitting their contemplating how he ended up in this horrid place. There a liquid slowly dripping down his face, this time its not blood. He presses a finger to the droplet and pulls it away. Its clear. 

He mouth turns to a scowl and his eyes squeeze shut. "Stop it dammit.." He says lowly as if speaking it will make it happen. Of course it doesn't, the salty water continuous to drip down his cheeks. "I said stop!" He scolded himself in a hushed tone as if trying to hide his tears from the being that's been watching him, or maybe just from the voices that are still strangely silent.

The tears refuse to stop, his roughly wipes at them with the ends of his sleeves and presses his palms into his eye sockets hoping that will stop it. The tears slowly turn into hot blooded anger, he has the urge to shout, force someone to hear how much he hates this place, how much he hates the voices, and more than anything, how much he hates the thing trapping him in this appalling endless hell.

His fingers dig into the bone under his eyes, anger boiling to the surface and he snarls "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!" His voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard, angry and violent. He swings his hands into the air, blue strings connect to his fingers starting from his cheek and lash out as if to cut anything in his path. 

He coughs harshly at the suddenness of it, he feels power coursing through him. It's unfamiliar, he didn't have this power before. The strings hang from his fingertips completely limp as his rage simmers down. 

He stares at the faint blue glowing strings in awe and uncertainty. This is definitely new. He knew the void was changing his physical appearance, but he didn't know it was changing other things about him. 

He glances around for a few moments before trying to recreate his previous power. He tugs lightly at his soul, a small power current flowing through him to his fingertips. One of the strings slowly raises like a snake lulled by a flute. It drops a few moments later as he loses some control. 

He breathes out softly, exhaustion settling in. The burst of power from before was far too much for his body that hasn't used any magic since he was trapped in here. He slowly drags his legs to sit crisscross and stares down at his hands. He slowly tries to suck the magic back in to retract the strings. Of course, it doesn't work. He'll need to practice with his newly acquired ability, hopefully he can use it to his advantage and escape this place.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter if there's anyone actually reading this! <3

This chapter feels so short, its 1.2k words but I need time to think of how I want this story to progress, any Ideas would be Wonderful!