syloboy

[syloboy]

I've forgotten how long I've wandered these lands. has it been days? weeks? no, it's been longer. has it been years? decades? no, even longer. centuries? millennium? no... somehow it feels longer still.

I've met many a person along my travels to nowhere. consoling them almost feels like my job in this place. I keep everyone going towards a better tomorrow. if the citizens disappear, what good is the king?

these beings I see that no one else can, they speak to me. not with words, but with melodies. emotions. colors and shapes the likes of which you can't explain; only experience.

they sing the stories of this place to me — the only one that can hear them. the share their emotions and dreams with me — the only one that can feel them. they give the knowledge of their people to me — the only one that can see them.

after all, a hooded figure like me is naught but a collector.

and what I collect doesn't exist.

[syloboy]

as the shards fall to the floor, my vision begins to blur. blood drips down from where my head hit the mirror, coating my face whilst i stare blankly into the empty frame.

my shadow is gone once more, fleeing i know not where... and yet it's a place all too familiar to me.

who am i?

[syloboy]

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

their whispers are only distractions.

their promises are only as real as you let them be.

they only have power over you if you acknowledge them.

don't be afraid. don't feed into their existence.

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

[syloboy]

"how many drops are here in this pool surrounding me?"

"...too many to count."

"that's alright. it still tastes all the same to me."

"may i drink?"

"only if you're willing to drown with me in my hate."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

"then come, drink. for the bottom of this pool has no bottom, and my hate may run forever."

"then why, pray tell, would you cease your life to stop such a beautiful drink?"

"stay and drink my endless hate... i'll tell you while you sate your thirst."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

[syloboy]

this is a public service announcement:

LET IT BE KNOWN TO EVERYONE EVER

if you ask me for money, i will not give it to you on account of not having any myself.

end broadcast.

[syloboy]

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

[syloboy]

continuing chase's arc from where I left off and I finally get to write interactions between characters I thought I'd never do.

[syloboy]

I open my eyes and sit up. I'm in a dark, open place. the floor is covered in a thin layer of what feels like water. there's a faint glow of light in the distance. in it, a silhouette.

I lay back down, hoping the figure didn't notice me. I keep my eyes on it just in case.

"you are a threat to my plans." the silhouette shifts in place as I realize it knows I'm here. the voice is quiet and calm, almost like a whisper. if the silhouette wasn't there, I wouldn't know where it was coming from. it reverberated in my head. I could feel it in my body.

I stood up and looked at the silhouette, shouting "why am I here? who are you?"

the silhouette appeared in front of me, and I stumbled backwards in fear. "no need to shout. you'll be gone soon. as for where you are, you are in your mind. as for who I am…"

as the silhouette stood there, I saw two weird shapes open up in its head. it looked like a strange symbol at first, but… it wasn't anything like that. it was its eyes. it looked as if it had a pair of eyes overlapping each other. I tried to run. I tried to scramble backwards. I tried to move.

but I was frozen in place, unable to even twitch a finger. its eyes were mesmerizing in the most terrifying way. I was afraid, but I couldn't look away from that fear.

"my name is archo."

I didn't dare say anything.

"you are an inconsistency. you are an undesired variable in my equation for perfect chaos. you must be cut out. your presence is endangering my progress towards perfect chaos. I must make sure that you do not hinder my work."

the silhouette of archo seemed to lean towards me.

"I will have order."

I lay there staring at this thing for what seemed like forever. my hands started to get weak holding me up. my vision started to darken.

soon my vision went completely dark. I couldn't see it anymore, and I collapsed. but the liquid… it didn't feel like water anymore. it felt much more viscous and concentrated… it felt like blood.

I felt a chill down my spine. I leaned my head back to look behind me.

I saw another silhouette, twitching violently in a darker light.

I kept my eyes on it as I turned around to stand up, but as my head rotated to be the right way up, the other silhouette didn't seem to move. it was as if it was attached to my eyes, staying the same as when I first saw it — upside down and shaking.

as I stood up, my foot came down too hard and the liquid splashed. I stood stock still, hoping that the silhouette didn't hear me. but as I stood there, I saw the liquid float up in front of me. I looked down at my foot to see the strange liquid floating around it, as if all of the gravity around it had dissipated.

I looked up only to see the silhouette in front of me, trembling violently. I slip and fall backwards, sending more of the liquid into the air as it flies off into oblivion.

"you've seen it too? the unknowable? the unlivable?"

I look at this new silhouette. its voice is quiet, but it has a certain excitedness to it. the silhouette crouches down next to me as I look at it. it lowers it's hand into the liquid and lifts it back up. the liquid flies off into the air. but as the silhouette moves his hand back downwards, the liquid flies back to its hand, swirling around it at varying speeds.

"the vast chaos about the multiverse is so fun, don't you agree? the colors, the sounds, the feelings… but there's still an order to them."

the silhouette starts to vibrate and tremble even more.

"but I wish for a place where constants don't exist. a place where colors don't see over and power is in-between. a place who purple is under high-pitched wrongs and truth is all but round. the chaos of everything becoming nothing, which in turn becomes everything once again."

I look on at the silhouette, unable to move.

"after all, the sky is made of diamonds. and diamonds are my eyes."

I look on at the quaking mass of darkness in front of me. it stops trembling as it turns to look at me. I can see its eyes… a mass of diamond shapes in ever-changing formations.

"I don't have a name. but you can call me… I think 'the wolf' will suffice."

[syloboy]

finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.

[syloboy]

Bone spaghetti.

a- another one???

[syloboy]

okay uh, just finished writing down a quick synopsis of the wistful dreaming/chase manipulation arc

and detour finally has a potential chance to escape naochtren and give syloboy a piece of his mind after chase tried to kill his own dad.

[syloboy]

Bone spaghetti.

[syloboy]

okay yeah i'm going insane i'm mcfucking losing it somebody send help.

[syloboy]

still workin' out some kinks in the timeline so far.

it's going.

[syloboy]

ugh, too much lore...

[syloboy]

ooh, so much stuff I can share about my storyverse...

[syloboy]

SYLO???? HI

[ sylo ] yo, how's it hangin'?