CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Master continued to watch from Chloe's house. He could feel more and more people becoming his slaves with his mind. He could feel them dying too. He could feel it all. He hadn't felt anything in so long. He was becoming something different yet again. He was reaching out with his mind, like tentacles, reaching out all over the world. Sometimes he could feel stray human emotions in the newly converted and he drew back his tentacles. Sometimes those stray thoughts would start the human voice in his head speaking again. He kept trying to ignore it. One day it was so much that he turned the tv up loud to drown out that remaining humanity. He could hear screams of children. A school was being taken over by the ink-eyed. He watched children be turned, before the picture abrutply cut out as the camera man was turned. For a brief moment the humanity in him burst out.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? THIS IS GENOCIDE! THIS IS REAL! THIS IS NOT A DREAM! YOU'RE NOT STILL BURIED IN THAT HOLE. This is happening. Listen to me. This is real. You are hurting people. The whole planet. You're commiting genocide on a depressive whim. Stop this. Now. Stop it...now..."
The words faded. The voice had run out. He'd felt it being crushed by the crushing feeling that always took over. There was nothing. He was looking at the world through clouded glass again. He called Chloe over to him. She had continued to serve him as his slave.
"Do you love me, Chloe?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master," she said, blankly. He tried to smile at that. He heard the voice again.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE. You think because you haven't raped her that that makes you a good person? You're not a person. You're nothing...no, you are a person. A pathetic small person. This all started because you stalked that other girl, remember? Do the decent thing and kill yourself while the world still has a chance..."
But the world never had a chance. It had always been bad. They hadn't known of the old ones who had lived for billions of years before them. Humanity was never meant to be...
He could feel more and more becoming slaves. There were so many now that the process was becoming faster. Whole cities were falling in minutes. Countries. He knew there would still be some out there, some resistance in remote parts of the world. He didn't care.
"Chloe I'm going to use the Earth to destroy the universe," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
He sat back. He could ask the SquidGod for another history lesson later. He didn't want to go into his head right now. Not when the human voice was around. He didn't want to listen to it. He wished he could burn away the human brain parts that remained. Then he had a thought. He needed a new body. A bigger body. A less human body. He called the thousand closest ink-eyes to him, excluding Chloe of course. He kept her seperate.
He finally left Chloe's mother's house for the first time. The thousand slaves were standing in the street. Some were wounded. Some were crawling. All wanted to serve him.
He smushed them all together. He could do it with his mind, he realised. He just needed their flesh. He needed to use their raw material to make himself into a giant.
There was so much blood.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? THIS IS GENOCIDE! THIS IS REAL! THIS IS NOT A DREAM! YOU'RE NOT STILL BURIED IN THAT HOLE. This is happening. Listen to me. This is real. You are hurting people. The whole planet. You're commiting genocide on a depressive whim. Stop this. Now. Stop it...now..."
The words faded. The voice had run out. He'd felt it being crushed by the crushing feeling that always took over. There was nothing. He was looking at the world through clouded glass again. He called Chloe over to him. She had continued to serve him as his slave.
"Do you love me, Chloe?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master," she said, blankly. He tried to smile at that. He heard the voice again.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE. You think because you haven't raped her that that makes you a good person? You're not a person. You're nothing...no, you are a person. A pathetic small person. This all started because you stalked that other girl, remember? Do the decent thing and kill yourself while the world still has a chance..."
But the world never had a chance. It had always been bad. They hadn't known of the old ones who had lived for billions of years before them. Humanity was never meant to be...
He could feel more and more becoming slaves. There were so many now that the process was becoming faster. Whole cities were falling in minutes. Countries. He knew there would still be some out there, some resistance in remote parts of the world. He didn't care.
"Chloe I'm going to use the Earth to destroy the universe," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
He sat back. He could ask the SquidGod for another history lesson later. He didn't want to go into his head right now. Not when the human voice was around. He didn't want to listen to it. He wished he could burn away the human brain parts that remained. Then he had a thought. He needed a new body. A bigger body. A less human body. He called the thousand closest ink-eyes to him, excluding Chloe of course. He kept her seperate.
He finally left Chloe's mother's house for the first time. The thousand slaves were standing in the street. Some were wounded. Some were crawling. All wanted to serve him.
He smushed them all together. He could do it with his mind, he realised. He just needed their flesh. He needed to use their raw material to make himself into a giant.
There was so much blood.