Collector's requiem

A new day has dawned on the blue cube or what the sky here feels like. Making the best breakfast in the whole multiverse, a cheap cup of dry noodles and poorly cultivated coffee beans. Those things doesnt seem to have a impact on the duo's energy, preparing to go to the market to sell more relics

chatsworth: goooooood morning frost, how the sleep? *sliding down a bunch of noodles and a sunny side egg on top. Furnished with a spoon*

frostlight: more surprised that the house i am living in didnt get caved in yesterday

chatsworth: hey cut the kid some slack! He aint all that bad once you get to know em *balancing holding the bowl while putting on his normal clothes for the day*

frostlight:...do you think beings who are flat need to eat *suspecting the bowl chatsworth holding*

chatsworth: i know you dont see the kid as ordinary but trust me he IS a child who just needs a somebody in his life

they hike their weapons on themselves. Frostlight went ahead and waits for chatsworth to be done with giving the bowl for shadow collector but the entrance to the white room glitches in and out of the air. It never happened before when they use the white room acting out of order, they stopped what they were doing. Chatsworth in particularly was the cloest to see before giant hands of shadow grasp out of the portal and grips them. Struggling in vain as the hands absord them inside what was once the white room

flat out laying on the ground, the duo coming into their senses, percieving their surroundings of the once white space. Crinkling up in the air like paper. Chatsworth blinking, putting his arm on the surface to lift but it feels like stilts. The pressure heavier on him, grunting on the ground until his neck feels stiff, shifting his arms feel restictive until he gathers them before him. Made out of paper. Startling to the point frostlight also woke up

chatsworth: AAAHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE MY ARMS!? WHY CANT I MOVE RIGHT!?

frostlight too being rudely awakened before he discovers the horrific transformations they underwent, paper. Quite literally, being unable to stand up properly and being filmsy all around. Chatsworth flutters towards frostlight losing it. Slipping under him to send both off the ground. After much groaning and playing with the physics of paper, they flipped upwards to see what is above them, scribbles as the sky in here. Plastered colorful stars dotted everywhere

frostlight: man it like a kid invaded here...wait! Chatsworth what did you let him do!? *pointing an accusatory finger but it hards to direct the will of the paper*

chatsworth: BRO HE WASNT ANYWHERE LIKE THIS YESTERSAY! or maybe...? *recalling the small moments where shadow collector felt off for a second*

frostlight: knew shouldn've put him back where he came from when he makes a mess liket this! We're hunting him down! I know it a off day but with a clear threat like this...not backing down this instant

chatsworth scrambles to convince him otherwise but frostlight handed him back his trident, flat as both of them and frostlight carrying his axe like it nothing. Marching onwards in this drawn scenery to find shadow collector. Chatsworth cannot see where the bowl he prepared for went, no spillage or stains. Myseteriously gone

taking the charge at front, frostlight undeterred by chatsworth's words but a smaller object did caught his attention more, a journal riddled with patches of similar patterns above. With a jugding gaze, he inspects the pages in whatever explanation is there for this madness. The book or journel visualize the point of view of presumably a child. Slowing down to read all of it while chatsworth could finally land his message with him
A child born among the stars. Gifted with a abundance of so much space yet it empties the child's heart that their longevous kins went off to be overseeing off far far away. There was a visit from their kins and the child was beyond ecstasy. Spilling out their words in hopes one of their kins can reciprocate back. They did utter something to their lesser sibling, the mere idea couldn't put a halt in the child's movement. This would be the last time the child ever gets to see their kins as this idea of a mission is vary important for the child to handle
for being a book, it only opens to 2 pages of information worth caring about. Frostlight huffs, not getting the exact info he needed but he stores the journel anyway in case. No matter how long they been walking, neither balancing well and nearly tripping, the other assiting as they swat the air and accidentally hit eachother. They went into antoher arguement surrounding shadow collector's morality but it doesnt escalate too soon upon spotting a slim door frame. Coincidentally matching the current state of the duo. Whether this was set up is no room up for more debates so long it a way out
emerging out from the door frame, they landed upon the other but they feel their throats no longer tight. Quickly breathing in and out, chatsworth sumbling to the floor. Checking his limbs and they're all back to normal

chatsworth: DEAR GODS that was unbearable! It felt like those tied ankles thing in school! But you weren't my girl- i mean auugh anyways..

frostlight:...what?

Another part of the unrecogizable white room, a wholly black space with white lines crossing and forming a abtract depiction of either the skies or characters the 2 weren't familiar with. just as frostlight was getting to his feet, another sly book or journel near him. Swiftly picking it up and flipping through. The child awaited for the day their kin send them down for their purpose. The kin send them down gently to a world of soft grass and vast seas. Wandering creatures that are as tiny as the child is-

shadow collector: HEY THAT PRIVATE STUFF! You should know better than reading a kid's personal thoughts!

he appears out of the air. Sneaking out of from behind them. Proceeding to scream after

chatsworth: shade! We finally found you and what happened here-

shadow collector: *crewing on noodles and poring the bowl improperly* boredom happened! Also answer my question, he made this bowl because i never thought i could ever eat again but what a great first meal to eat again after centuries!

chatsworth: oh i made that specifically for you! It ain't much-

shadow collector: well if you did made this...Then i guess i can give alot more benefits for what coming next! Unlike that feathered baffoon over there

frostlight nearly tightens his axe. Chatsworth was about to ask him what he meant by next before shadow collector claps his hands a few times, causing large curtains where the duo can not see where they came from. Falling in on them as collector cheerfully annouces to a audience he thinks exists

shadow collector: HELLO EVERYONE! SHADOW AND SHADES, WELCOME TO THE FIRST (and maybe last) COMPETITION OF FIGHTING TILL YOUR TEETH POPS! SO TO PREPARE FOR THE LAUNCH OF THIS WE GET 2 SPECIAL GUEST TO PLAY WITH US HERE! SAY HELLO TO CHATSWORTH AND FROSTLIGHT!

the curtains lift away to showcase the newly transformed duo, blocky to almost rudimentory shapes, forcing them to be in another layer of reality. Frostlight despite the switch up again, felt no displeasure on this form. As for chatsworth, it is another mental toll on him

chatsworth: WHAT THIS NOW!? *smoothing his now blocky hands across his deattached arms* I CANT FEEL MY ARMS I CANT FEEL HANDS I-

frostlight:...welcome to my world buddy, get use to it..*whispering close to him*

the audience of shadow collectors: "hey i want that nice blue dude to win and the feathered loser to go die!" "it wouldn't if the host has his way with them! It be boring otherwise!" "can the blue dude make noodles for all of us?" "chatter chatter empty dialog prompt" "please host give me a slice of screen time"

shadown collector: "Quiet down my echo chamber! And you two aswell! *silencing the rows of himself and chaining chatsworth and frostlight down with shadows, muffling down their voices. Chatsworth looks the most conflicted on why the kid he thought was alright from yesterday, turns into such a...careless person

shadow collector: preparations check! One person willing to listent to me, check! A person i wouldn't mind going kaput, check! I think i have a game in mind to satisfy all your needs based on your personalites!

another set of curtains coming down but it covers everything as far the duo can see. Blocking out the confusing and mind boggling construction underneath. With arms wide, shadow collector presents a large open space, a place the duo isnt that unfamiliar with, excpet they're either fine or currently screaming on the inside