The Scarletverse The Fall
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Megalomaniacal Arbiter
In the Beginning, there were two brothers. A dark-haired boy, and a light-haired boy.
They lived in a mansion with their father.
Their father was a very businesslike man who tolerated no nonsense in his household. The dark-haired boy was a very artistic, very nonsense boy. He was constantly stuck in the fine line between imagination and reality, spending hours in his makeshift studio on the second of three floors, right next to his own room. His friends often called him the Artist jokingly. Often, the boy's father would lock the studio, telling the boy to do his studies, trying to force his son into reality. And then, when he could not express the whirling and storming within his mind, it would press against cracks, trying to get out.
Sometimes it exploded.
The light-haired boy also walked the fine line between the two, but instead of expressing it in anything, it all just got stuck in his head. He didn't know how to express himself, so he usually didn't. And he was fine with that.
But the light-haired boy thought differently about things. To him, the things that populated his head were real. They were just as real as the things on the other side. In his thought, Just because it was in his head means it's not real?
The two boys were fourteen and sixteen, respectively.
They had a normal, plush life that neither wanted.
To them, the real world was in their heads.
They lived in a mansion with their father.
Their father was a very businesslike man who tolerated no nonsense in his household. The dark-haired boy was a very artistic, very nonsense boy. He was constantly stuck in the fine line between imagination and reality, spending hours in his makeshift studio on the second of three floors, right next to his own room. His friends often called him the Artist jokingly. Often, the boy's father would lock the studio, telling the boy to do his studies, trying to force his son into reality. And then, when he could not express the whirling and storming within his mind, it would press against cracks, trying to get out.
Sometimes it exploded.
The light-haired boy also walked the fine line between the two, but instead of expressing it in anything, it all just got stuck in his head. He didn't know how to express himself, so he usually didn't. And he was fine with that.
But the light-haired boy thought differently about things. To him, the things that populated his head were real. They were just as real as the things on the other side. In his thought, Just because it was in his head means it's not real?
The two boys were fourteen and sixteen, respectively.
They had a normal, plush life that neither wanted.
To them, the real world was in their heads.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
One day, the Dark-haired boy and the Father got into a fight.
One of many, but this one was different.
The Father was sitting in his chair, shouting at the Dark-haired boy.
To each shouting remark, the Dark-haired boy would answer in a quiet, calm, steely voice that cut deeper than any shout.
The Father ordered the Dark-haired boy to go to his room.
The boy refused.
"No."
The Father reeled inside, his mind confused at the simple phrase, the word that stripped him of his power. His precious, precious, control of the boy.
The Father, now powerless, fumed. The boy wouldn't go? Well, he would make him. He would show this young boy not to mess with him!
So the Father came at the boy, trying to beat him and force him back.
The boy fought back, but ultimately he was weaker than the Father, the stronger person forcing him back to his room.
Before the boy was forced into his room, the father slammed him against the wall, giddy in the power he had over the boy.
"Is this what you want? Huh? Is this what you want?" the Father taunted.
The boy yelled before he was thrown in his room, the door locking behind him.
One of many, but this one was different.
The Father was sitting in his chair, shouting at the Dark-haired boy.
To each shouting remark, the Dark-haired boy would answer in a quiet, calm, steely voice that cut deeper than any shout.
The Father ordered the Dark-haired boy to go to his room.
The boy refused.
"No."
The Father reeled inside, his mind confused at the simple phrase, the word that stripped him of his power. His precious, precious, control of the boy.
The Father, now powerless, fumed. The boy wouldn't go? Well, he would make him. He would show this young boy not to mess with him!
So the Father came at the boy, trying to beat him and force him back.
The boy fought back, but ultimately he was weaker than the Father, the stronger person forcing him back to his room.
Before the boy was forced into his room, the father slammed him against the wall, giddy in the power he had over the boy.
"Is this what you want? Huh? Is this what you want?" the Father taunted.
The boy yelled before he was thrown in his room, the door locking behind him.
TMITM
Megalomaniacal Arbiter
The boy curled up on the floor beside his door and wept.
The sadness and pain that he felt in that moment was unlike anything he ad felt before, a crippling pain that shattered his mind and soul into a million little pieces.
And the sky shattered with it.
Everyone else in the house, there had been a party that night, heard it. Felt it. Felt something change in the very fabric of reality.
The man, a shadow with a name, walked up to the crying boy, suprisingly tender.
"Wh - Who are you?" The boy asked, wiping away tears.
S̶o̷m̷e̸o̴n̷e̵ ̸w̴h̴o̸ ̷w̴i̸l̷l̷ ̴h̷e̶l̴p̴.̸
The boy looked up, hopeful.
"Never again? It won't happen ever again?"
The man shook his head.
N̷e̸v̵e̷r̵ ̷a̸g̷a̶i̴n̶.̴
He was here.
And the world would never be the same.
The sadness and pain that he felt in that moment was unlike anything he ad felt before, a crippling pain that shattered his mind and soul into a million little pieces.
And the sky shattered with it.
Everyone else in the house, there had been a party that night, heard it. Felt it. Felt something change in the very fabric of reality.
The man, a shadow with a name, walked up to the crying boy, suprisingly tender.
"Wh - Who are you?" The boy asked, wiping away tears.
S̶o̷m̷e̸o̴n̷e̵ ̸w̴h̴o̸ ̷w̴i̸l̷l̷ ̴h̷e̶l̴p̴.̸
The boy looked up, hopeful.
"Never again? It won't happen ever again?"
The man shook his head.
N̷e̸v̵e̷r̵ ̷a̸g̷a̶i̴n̶.̴
He was here.
And the world would never be the same.