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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 YESTERDAY! 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 pouring 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! *he alters the bowl into molded plastic to conserve for later*

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. Smack dab in the middle of this black arena filled with giggling sounds of the shadow child all over the place and indeed it is. A orchestra of shadow collectors commentating

the audience of shadow collectors: "are they gonna eat eachother? How's that fun? I'll say we fry the that guy's wings!" "collector is so handsome i wanna kiss a mirror" "you remember that fibber right? What if that blue man is the same as he is. I mean he has glasses on so dont act like i didnt warn you guys" "atleaast he has a cool hat instead of that yucky moss like he values his miserable life too much!" "i am gabriel"

frostlight: *getting close to chatsworth's flat back. Feeling his axe's more weighty form. Caraessing it*...What a experience this is..! Not just this but...I feel a whole lot more capable than ever. *rotating his arms never felt smoother*

chatsworth: *meanwhile, he doesnt seem to make much grasp of what happened. In terror still before frostlight elbows him*

frostlight: if your gonna be a chimp in my ears, make yourself useful in this!

ceasing all to go deaf, a mega big shadow collector drape over the stadium. Overlooking it like a dollhouse. A snap of his fingers made the walls of the stadium to shred it darkness, said darkness taken vessels of various silhouette. They crawl closer to the center spot where frostlight and chatsworth are at

shadow collector: enough waiting has pass! No more extra fluff from myselves as stand up comedians. The objective here...is to try and see how long you last! That the game here since all i learned from these 2 is that they like wrecking stuff, they REALLY like hunting shadow "monsters"

chatsworth feels a little hurt being grouped like that. Thinking he and shadown collector became friends at least. frostlight shows no concern

shadow collector: GO MY MINIONS! FEAST UPON THEM!

the shadows lunge ahead. Clawing in the air and opening their unexpected maws. One of the shadows morphed to a beast state just as it sharpered fangs were...Frostlight swings horizontally, leaving a after trail of warm light in the depths of the child's mind scape. Whirling back the shadows but they fallen off their hides of pretending to look like something else. Chatsworth flies his arms wherever but opening up his chest. Leading a shadow to leap right on him. Jerking his 3D on the ground, vainly trying to get it off. Frostlight went ahead on his own, twisting and twirling his arms more freely than ever. Kicking the butff of the shadows circling, in comparison chatsworth cant dissipate one
shadow collector umamused that his tactics to get frostlight in any way harmed isnt going pefectly, he withdraws with a swoosh. Sensing a rare opportunity, frostlight holds chatsworth by the hoodie. One little door slides open. Unsure to really run right in there or if the shadow child knows what they're doing even though he isnt present, frostlight takes the gamble and threw chatsworth's body to the door. Frostlight jump a little, flapping his fake wings to gain momentum. Barely reaching the appeared door as the shadows at the tip of their claws, sketched at his thighs as the entrance shuts itself

frostlight exhaling that amount of running and force, up against a wall and chatsworth getting to his legs

chatsworth: Wha...frost you better stop dragging me into whatever crazy ass plan you have in-...store? *he jabbed a finger at frostlight before he took at good look at his own fingers. Blocky and way too full for his liking*...what did we do...to upset him? Actually no, why is HE so moody today? Aftr all that training and me preparing food for him, tsk..he does something like this and...frostlight, maybe you were right, maybe...we should take the kid out...frostlight?

frostlight busy reading up the same book shadow collector cut them off from looking further, the "private stuff". Chatsworth silently joins him right beside him

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, big bulging eyes peer right out of their faces. They gathered around the arrived child. Soon they forget what the mission their kins assigned them to do or if there was even a mission. Doing nothing but running across fields while playing tag with the little creatures the child befriended. Day to day, the child would see the massive hands of their kins coming down to this planet. The child assumed for the best their kin wanted to play too but...their hands snatches one of the little creatures! The child begged to their kin to releash their friend but they didnt wish to listen to their lesser one's cries.
the book ended once more. Now they both want to see to the end of the story. It was obvious too that the child is clearly the one pusuing them but chatsworth wants to keep the mystery on. Whatever "space" they were in, it seemed to be different when they lifted their heads away from the book, much more linear. The walls lighting up with lines of bright white etching murals they dont know understand or the meaning of it but with the only path 'open' is this, they take their chances. Following the glowing murals, chatsworth holding the book notices it was making another passage this time. Rewritting the previous lines. It continues off as chatsworth reads it from his mouth

chatsworth: the child...tried in earnest vain...to stop their kins but so much of the little creatures were taken away with no struggle...None of the little creatures remain...The child nearly overwhelmed before another being heavily concerned by...the disapperances of the little creatures..It was their father, a titan of this world...Hey i heard that myth alongside with the boiling isles...Ahem! He pointed his claws at the child for the sole culprit for what happened....The child defended meekly...saying it was the stars that took them but...the father was wrapped in anger...Cursing the child to an eternity within...a tablet encraved with the moon to be his forever prison as punishment...the father seeks to be...

the corridor went on endlessly, scrolling more murals but it centered around chatsworth's narration of the text. Frostlight can easily understand too what the story is saying and hinting even if the murals are not very detailed

chatsworth: The child...*gulping a little because he feels...a little distressed reading this*..accursed with this stagnant eternity...No one else to bear this eternal loneliness with the child...Gazing up at the starless nights..expecting anything to come here..And it did..*the story ended there. Frostlight sees the murals stopped writing themselves, he touches the formless black at the end of the corridor and he feels a surface area*

frostlight: drat...i guess we're really stuck here *learning against the end of the corridor*...what a sob story huh?

chatsworth: dude you cant just say that after i read what was bascially a kid's diary full of their story! Imagine being alone for god's know how long- wait...am i the person that found the kid? Maybe there is a chance to turn things right-

just as chatsworth was speaking, loud banging can be from the far ends of the corridor. Things snapping and clawing away what they both thought was indestructible matter but from the thrashing, it the shadows from the arena breaking through

frostlight: just when your sympathezing with the shadow...

chatsworth: *backing away from the oncoming commotion* i...i just want to talk to him one last time maybe...Convince him to be a better kid, childhood real important for growth and-

frostlight gripped his axe, lifting it up high before slashing right at the end with a blinding light. Making a pathway thought impossible, sizzling

frostlight: you wanna save that kid's life? Go on ahead! Make me believe you can somehow do it! Maybe I wish to see him the same way just as you do!

chatsworth hesitants to leave frostlight behind but the shadows weakened the front of the corridor

frostlight: if you can somehow touch that kid's heart to stop this madness, it be you! The exit outta here wont wait for your ass!

he pulled chatsworth's arm to the open rift. He sees in the provided space beyond, countless jagged rocks spiraling, reflecting sources of light coming from everywhere. Crying or a mix of hot emotions far off in the distance. It is shadow collector. Chatsworth makes the brave step or dive actually, to this scape before giving frostlight one last glance. The shadows on the wall soon fixed over the light of the rift. By his own, frostlight steadies his axe before throwing himself right at the shadows

On the other side of the rift, chatsworth finally got his normal form back. The crying sounds echoes off the jagged walls of this anomaly of a "realm" he dive into. Cautionusly taking his time getting down somewhere

Back at the colusseum, shadow collector re-emerged and coming on top of the colusseum, wanting to see the results of this little squabble

shadow collector: hmmmmmm, where is my 2 favorite toys?

as he said that, frostlight rolled out into the middle of the battleground, bursting out all of the shadows dogpiling him. Hacking away any thing on him

shadow collector: FINALLY! Entertainment wait....WHERE IS THE BLUE GUY?!

frostlight: escaped from your stupid game kid! *swipes away a hoard of shadows with his axe* and i'll too soon!

And in that moment, shadow collector at his very core snapped. Realizing even with all this power in his hands, no one wants to play with him. Not even the person who he 'befriended' wanted to stay

shadow collector: TH- THIS CANT BE TRUE, RIGHT? *snapping his figures to summon chatsworth, but nothing come from the snap* oh..i just caant win....not in my own game.... Hehe.. hahahahaha.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH̵A̴H̶A̸H̷A̶H̷A̶H̴A̶H̶A̷H̷̷H̴A̶H̷A̸H̸A̴H̷A̷

As the godly child crackled with rage, frostlight starts to see around him, massive white cracks starts to form all over the place. Reflecting the child's lost patience for any more unsolicited 'games'. The shadows built up more darkness from the unstable condition. Easily overwhelming frostlight
chatsworth following the sound of the weeping, navigating the jagged and spiky terrain uneven bouncing. In the distance, he can see a pirate ship of interest. Making his way over, the place been decorated with many childish memoribilia. Looking up in the "sky", there is a spherical object. In it he finds the shadow child, the origin of the weeping noises. Chatsworth leaps off the pirate ship on it planks, using the jagged "rocks" as aid to fly towards the shpere. Upon reaching close, he hear other voices completey unknown to him, a voice of 4 people, the rage of a beast, and in one last jump off a jagged rock, he made it to the crying child on top of the sphere
his arms cuping the round edges, chatsworth sees the true state of collector within the sphere. A crying melting child reshaping itself over and over again like liquid all. He cant see or feel chatsworth right on the top. First step is to make himself known, he knocks on the surface to get collector's attention. Though the collector doesnt pay mind, regardless chatsworth opens his mouth to say something

chatsworth: i...i dont know if you can hear me but i'll...say regardless...you can change for the better! *he knocks on the sphere* You still have alot of growing up to do! Whatever horrible things happen...! It happened! I'm sure you know that? The past is the past no matter what!

chatsworth pleas as he can but the child isnt moved by it. Perpetuated by silence until collector responds back in a hushed tone

shadow collector:...be quiet...you dont know what dullness is...the experience of true boredom...no one else around to play with such a....gullible thing! *the child smacks the inside of the sphere. Sploshing around* If a all powerful god cant keep things around...why do i care?...

chatsworth: We- we can..start at the source of the porblem! Whatever bothering your feelings we can-

shadow collector: THEY NEVER LISTEN! THEY DIDNT LISTEN TO ME! THEY WONT ANSWER YOU- *the child erupted. He doesnt feel the need to hope any longer

chatsworth: who is they? And how would you even know that-

shadow collector: BECAUSE I WAS ONE OF THEM! TOO FAR AWAY TO FEEL ANYTHING OR FIND WHAT MY PURPOSE IS! IT MUST BE SOOO EASY FOR YOU TO HAVE A FRIEND WHO ENJOYS EVERY PART OF YOU!

now the pieces in chatsworth's head are placing themselves just right. From the little storybooks, the absurd powers to manipulate space but it wasnt to a high degree recogized by the books he grew up with. A mini archivist is what chatsworth been dealing with. He pauses at the revelation which the child mistook for rejection immedialately

shadow collector: SEE!? see! Everything...afraid of me...

the child ushered his voice after the freakout. What came after is a wavering formation of sound. Pulling his voice to a melody of some kind

shadow collector: ...~you could never know my ways...~i did this all befooore...and my dreams where too hard to defeeeend. And in the end..i dont want to loose it all again, and your the only person in the whole wide...worlds who...withstands me...i wont let go more than anything...~

chatsworth: shade-

shadow collector: i dont want to...I fear..growing attachment to toys...who will break...be taken away for no good reason!

chatsworth: kid *he curves his body upside down to see the child*..When we first met..~i didnt think i was up to the task...~i always felt so...lost until you showed what your made of and i wanted to see more...~oof what you could have be, determined to see it throough...~so in the end, it dosen't matter what happened before, just show me that your willigness is theeere~ *extending his arm forwards* so come in my arms, to prove you are more than what they think you are~

the looming shadows over the child, the voices bouncing towards him. The glowing tears stop in pause. Slowly extending his own arm to meet chatsworth's

shadow collector: ~i've been dying to find out who i am...Where i do truly belong~ *both arms touch eachother, then gripping the other*

chatsworth: ~you can always take care of the things you love...being toys

shadow collector: ~i'll try to take care of them!

chatsworth pulls collector out of the sphere. Giving the child a small smile. Collector went up and hopped right in to chatsworth's arms. It was a overwhelming hug that spins them right up the air. Creating a uplift. The child started to change too, adding pieces to himself such as a triangle cap, more pronounced cuffs and for a brief glimspe, chatsworth can see the shadow turning into a real kid before the whole domain disappers bit by bit. Chatsworth floating in the space, seeing this happened. Ended up falling back into the white room, devoid of anything. Back to normalcy. He noticed frostlight on the floor, batterd and bruised. Going over to help him up

chatsworth: uhhh...you ok pal?

frostlight: *struggling to stand* y-yeah just a...bunch of world of hurt... Did ya get the kid?

chatsworth looks all over the room for any signs, there are reeling shadows. Retreating back to their source, being the moon tablet. He picks it up, tenderly touching the surface before placing it in his backpack and making it comfortable. He drags frostlight out of the now plain white room and through the door

At the blue cube, the sky projected night time. Frostlight on the right side of the couch is in a bodycast, but still cycling through news channels for something with a barely moving arm. On the left of the couch, chatsworth carrying a tired shadow collector on his shoulders. The little child seeing the night sky, ask in a quiet tone to go up there, the highest ledge to the open roof. Chatsworth was unsure since they should all be sleeping but the collector insisted. Walking to the stairs as the stars appear more and more. Standing ont the ledge, they both fell silent. The moonlight casting it glow upon the newly founded pair. Sleeping away together