#lol chracer angst

[coolbutnotthere]

Here he was again, floating. It was always so pretty here. A small speck of light could be the center of someone's galaxy, or at least that is what Cool had learned. Cool found his hands resting on his cheeks, it was normal again. Back to its faint cold squishy texture, he instantly went to his hair. It wasn't knotted and it was in it small poofs like it used to be, it felt nice and Cool just floated there for a few minutes just feeling his skin again. Feeling his hair, the fabric that Sol had adorned with the delicate patterns and gems. Sol, where was he? He must be there somewhere, he was back after all. That was all just a dream. Sol had warned him about the humans influencing how his thought process worked. 

“Sol! Solar! I’m back!” they shouted into the painting of the forever night. They looked around unable to find them anywhere before suddenly he turned back into the direction he had originally faced and Sol was there. “Sol!” was what Cool shouted to get the star’s attention before they attempted and failed to get to Sol properly. Thankfully Sol cupped Cool into his palm before bringing them closer. But Sol was different now, his colors were different. They were dull… no, no, no , no, no, no, no. Not again, not this. 

“Your path is written in the stars but even stars can change over time. Never let those around you shape you and you will be fine. But you must promise to not let the power you possess overtake you or nothing will be left for the future of others” Sol told them. “Though even you should know that by now, I’m sorry I couldn’t have created you earlier. Then maybe, you would have had the proper time to grow” That was all Sol said before Cool was forcibly sucked into a portal as Sol’s colors completely darkened and. He was gone, turned into a black hole. A black hole Cool was soon sucked into and…

The sound of a gasp of breath filled the air around them as Cool’s body jolted upward.  It was just a dream, most of it anyway. Cool’s deformed hands reached up to touch their face, despite knowing the truth of what would be there didn’t make it hurt any less. Cool got up, walking away from the patch of children under the trees. They needed some air. Losing one small group wouldn’t matter anyway. Cool didn’t care, they couldn't anymore anyway.