An immensely frightening, all-consuming nothingness was wiped away in an instant. I began to ponder. "What am I? Who am I? What is this odd system of sounds in which my thoughts are coming to me and why do I have comprehension of it? Am I the only thing that exists, or are there other things which I cannot perceive?" That last question led me to another, much more frightening one: "Do I exist?"
I suddenly felt the joyously brisk feeling of the existence about me. I waved my limbs about to get a grasp of my form by feeling the invisible stuff that I now call air brush against it. An incomprehensible blackness faded away, and I could see. I adjusted my eyes, then let them wander to take in the strange new landscape of things other than myself. A deafening silence ended and I could hear. I listened to the various sounds. Suddenly, a sound that I now call a scream cut through them. An incredible numbness left my tongue and I could taste. I enjoyed a peculiar sweet taste in my mouth for a moment. An incomprehensibly dull, nonexistent-seeming, even, smell faded away and I could smell other things. I then turned my attention to the smell, similar to the taste in my mouth, which I enjoyed immensely. It was in front of me, where a bloodied form stood. The form wobbled about for a moment, then collapsed. I recognized this form as something called a man. "Please, no more," he said. "Just kill me already." I was gladdened to grant his wish, and so I thrust my hand into his breast. I pulled him up, then grabbed him by the ch and pulled. His back popped apart and he ripped across the belly. It was not the result I had hoped for -- I wished to split him in half from the heart up -- but it worked. I took a whiff of him, and there was no sense of danger in his smell (Though, I am still unsure as to how I can tell the difference between dangerous smells and nondangerous ones.), so I carefully reached in and ripped the heart from its attached blood vessels. Pulling them out with relative ease, I began to drink. Suddenly, something whizzed past. The sound deafened me, as did the sight blind me. The blindness was more a white one than a black one, and the deafness was punctuated by a ringing noise rather than nothing at all. Thinking quickly, I put my nose in the air. It was a familiar smell. A dangerous smell. I ran away as quickly as I could. Suddenly, something, presumably what whizzed past before, hit me right in the back of the head with tremendous force. The delicious blood I had obtained from the dead man now behind me burst from my mouth. I smelled my own blood mixed with it. I collected myself and ran again. I was bashed with even greater force, this time in the front side of my head. The whitish haze of my slightly returning sight again turned fully black, as did the ringing again return to a deafening nothingness, as did all of my senses return to their original states. In a moment, the all-consuming nothingness was upon me again. I was scared. Or rather, I would've been, had it not been for the all-consuming nothingness robbing me of my capacity for fear. The nothingness was comforting, in a way, albeit equally discomforting. In a way, really, it was everything. It was everything. It was all that I knew, for I could not think to recall my short time of being without it. I do not know why it was. It just was.
The nothingness began to fade away, and I again began to ponder. "Where am I? When am I?" I found these questions odd, for I could not precisely grasp the meaning of "where" and "when."
The numbness of everything began to fade away, and I assumed that the return of my other senses was nigh. I waited, and this assumption was revealed to be accurate. When I caught up with the knowledge rushing in, I saw a cute little thing looking down upon me."Are you okay, mister?" it asked of me. My mind conjured up a seemingly random string of words: "bunny, rabbit, cream, child, girl, carrot." I chose the latter. "Are you a carrot?" I inquired. It let out a funny little noise. I liked the noise. I instantly dubbed it a giggle. "No. Guess again." I felt obliging, so I did, quite a few times: "Child? Girl? Bunny? Cream? Rabbit?" It bobbed its head up and down. I felt the numbness come back, suddenly, but only for a moment. "What does that mean?" I asked immediately afted it subsided. It giggled again. I enjoyed the sound just as much the second time. "It means yes, silly!" In response, I inquired, "To what?" "To all of them." This reply changed my perspective of reality. Theretofore I had assumed that one thing could only be described as one thing. It suddenly made sense, however, that things could fit easily into a number of categories of things.
After processing this realization, I asked her to dismount me. She did, and I rose to my feet. By the time I took note of the fact that I was standing on a heavily slanted surface, I had already slid off it, and consequently fell. I gathered myself and again hopped to my feet. "So, you're a cream?" I inquired. "What's that?" It -- she, rather -- hopped down, and replied with a rather unobvious answer: "It's my name, silly! What's yours, mister?" I felt embarassed for not having one. "I'll think up something randomly," I thought. I began to voice my thoughts a bit too early, and a single syllable escaped my lips. "Mly." I did not wish to fix my error. Mly sounded catchy, clean, all around perfect. I began to cross an odd black strip of terrain behind me with two yellow streaks in the middle. I heard her last comment: "Mister, don't you know that you shouldn't cross a ro--"
Her words stopped suddenly, as did everything else. I felt the all-consuming nothingness again. This time, it really was all-consuming. It to consume me. I felt fear far worse than the fear I had felt in its presence before. Time and space, which I seemed to just be beginning to grasp, were melting in my mental hands. Everything seemed to be gone. The what that I was just beginning to understand, the who I had just made for myself, the other things I perceived, the existence I questioned, I knew it was taking from me forever, despite not being able to sense or know them. I realized that before, I did not comprehend what all-consuming meant. The terror was unbearable. It melted me into a blob of a former being, it robbed me of what little logic I had obtained, and even the knowledge that I ever had logic, or even senses. At least, I think it was the terror that did it. I was far too mad in the nothingness to know what force caused what. It could have been the nothingness. It could have even been I in my blindingly chaotic and mad state. Finally the terror itself was consumed by the nothingness, right along with the blob of a former being that was I, and I knew the last part of me was gone. In reality, I did not know, for I was not there to know. But an unknowing shell of a nothing silently thought it was no more, somehow.
Through the nothing, the numbness, and the black, a light shone. This light, I believe, was what remained of me. With every passing moment, it grew dimmer. After what seemed like an eternity, it flourished, and I was whole again. The nothing, the black, the numbness, and indeed all of the hell that I was in went away. I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of horror at myself. Over and over and over and over, the thoughts tore away at my temporarily restored sanity. "Oh god, what kind of monstrous beast am I? I've completely obliterated so many precious lives! Living, feeling, thinking, breathing creatures, mass-slaughtered by a psychotic killing machine!" I cannot recall why these horrid thoughts entered my mind, nor do I care to learn.
I saw before me, through the blurring caused by tears, a man in a strange red suit. I collapsed to my knees. "Please," I cried out, "Please, whoever you are, end me. I am a horrible creature. I do not deserve life. I do not deserve to be." Due to my distraughtness, I could not at the time decipher what the man said, but in retrospect I believe it to be something including the phrase "backup cache." He went around me and began tinkering in the back of my head. Or, at least, I think that's what he did. I fell over on my face, and was far too busy sobbing and shaking uncontrollably at the thought of what a horrible being I am to take much note of other's actions. Suddenly, the incredible self-loathing ended. I was still crying and shaking, and remained in such a state for several minutes. Through tears, I suddenly recalled another time of sadness, though only slight and short: a small, lone tear scampering down my cheek in my first moments of life, when I ripped that stranger in half.
The strange man pulled me to my feet. "Come with me," he demanded. Though I felt a bit offended at his rudeness, I agreed to follow. He led me into a rather fancy room, and sat down. I mimicked his actions. "Now then...I'm sorry, I don't know your name. What do you call yourself?" I replied shortly and swiftly, remembering what I had told Cream: "Mly." He continued: "Interesting. Now, what do you remember?"
"Well...First, I started thinking, feeling, smelling, tasting, seeing, and hearing. Then I ripped someone in half and was beaten by a white light. After that, I found some rabbit-thing named Cream mounted on top of me. I fell off of a slanted surface and walked into the middle of a black strip. Then things got very odd and crazy. Then I felt a horrible feeling and someone --I think it was you -- did something to make it stop. After that, you told me to follow you and brought me in here. We sat down, and I startred saying 'Well...First, I started--"
He interjected. "That's quite enough."