CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Professor didn't move at first. He didn't understand. It was as if he'd just stepped behind the door then stepped back, but it couldn't be. He remembered, hundreds of years alone, remembered his brain being hollowed out. He remembered the talking duck. But now he was back in the real world with Taylor Swift, his Goddess, and those hundreds of years were starting to feel questionable.
"There was a talking duck," he told her. He couldn't think of what else to say.
"Everything you saw in there came from you, your memories, your fears. All you." She helped him up.
"My wife wasn't even there," he said. "The Squid God wasn't there! The robot...none of it! Just a talking duck, a girl I liked in school...or was it a girl I had inappropriate thoughts about as a Professor..."
"The Squid God WAS there," she said. "That was him, an aspect of him. Pure chaos. Designed to break you. So many have stepped behind that door and not stepped back out. If I hadn't been here, you would likely have been lost."
"I could see your light..."
"I came from that power," said Taylor. "I know it's hard to accept, but...it's in me. I control it. Use it to try to make the world a better place and to hold back the return of the Squid God and the Squidmageedon. He tried to use me once, as an instrument of his evil, but I fought back. Now you must help me end him once and for all."
"I can create time travel, send you back in time to kill him but...woudn't that change history? Wouldn't you lose your powers, creating a paradox where you never become the Goddess you are and therefore can never go back and kill him in the first place and so..."
"Let me stop you right there," said Taylor. "My power will make me immune from paradoxes. I'll kill him in the past and he'll disappear in the present due to our connection."
"I guess that makes sense," the Professor lied. "I'll need a lot of plutonium for the time machine. A lot."
"Sure," she said. "I've got a huge supply anyway..."
Suddenly her palace began to shake.
"No," she said. "He wouldn't. He wouldn't attack me here. My power is too strong! What could this be? Curse you, Squidy!" She ran along the corridor, which wasn't as long as it had been before, and to a window. The Professor followed and looked outside with her.
"That...is that a spaceship up there?" he asked. "The Squid God has a spaceship?"
"No," she said. "It's your robot."
TO BE CONTINUED
"There was a talking duck," he told her. He couldn't think of what else to say.
"Everything you saw in there came from you, your memories, your fears. All you." She helped him up.
"My wife wasn't even there," he said. "The Squid God wasn't there! The robot...none of it! Just a talking duck, a girl I liked in school...or was it a girl I had inappropriate thoughts about as a Professor..."
"The Squid God WAS there," she said. "That was him, an aspect of him. Pure chaos. Designed to break you. So many have stepped behind that door and not stepped back out. If I hadn't been here, you would likely have been lost."
"I could see your light..."
"I came from that power," said Taylor. "I know it's hard to accept, but...it's in me. I control it. Use it to try to make the world a better place and to hold back the return of the Squid God and the Squidmageedon. He tried to use me once, as an instrument of his evil, but I fought back. Now you must help me end him once and for all."
"I can create time travel, send you back in time to kill him but...woudn't that change history? Wouldn't you lose your powers, creating a paradox where you never become the Goddess you are and therefore can never go back and kill him in the first place and so..."
"Let me stop you right there," said Taylor. "My power will make me immune from paradoxes. I'll kill him in the past and he'll disappear in the present due to our connection."
"I guess that makes sense," the Professor lied. "I'll need a lot of plutonium for the time machine. A lot."
"Sure," she said. "I've got a huge supply anyway..."
Suddenly her palace began to shake.
"No," she said. "He wouldn't. He wouldn't attack me here. My power is too strong! What could this be? Curse you, Squidy!" She ran along the corridor, which wasn't as long as it had been before, and to a window. The Professor followed and looked outside with her.
"That...is that a spaceship up there?" he asked. "The Squid God has a spaceship?"
"No," she said. "It's your robot."
TO BE CONTINUED