Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Journey ❯ Chapter 0: Nothing ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 0: The Nothing

 

 

Total darkness, overwhelming darkness. A darkness with no light, suffocating everything in its grasp. Or, at least, it would have had there been anything to grasp. The darkness was Nothing and Nothing ruled all, which was Nothing. So it had been, so it would be. In the inkiness that could be a mind, he took a sickening pleasure in his power, the power to cover all with his bloated form. He was the universe and he relished in the fact that none was stronger than he. The fact that there was no one to challenge his power didn't make his pride lessen one iota; it simply meant that he was the supreme, as it should be.

 

Nothing grew and spread out his form, greedily taking more into the dark that was he. It was his greed that undid him, in the end. His form had spread out to take so much that it weakened him in ways that his sluggish, wicked mind didn't realize until far too late. Under his surface, Something began to form in the Nothing. To his credit, the Nothing felt something was off. However, his dull mind couldn't comprehend what it could be and left the matter as it was, continuing to spread out further and further. In fact, just as Nothing had been about to finish his task, Something stirred. That movement in himself, where he had once felt Nothing and only Nothing made him pause. His form clenched around the offending Something but the struggles of the Something within Nothing grew. Nothing began to feel Something emerge, a sudden brilliance erupting from his unholy, murky form. The silence that Nothing had been accustom to all his existence was broken when Something opened his mouth.

 

The instant Something came into being, the Nothing had lost substantial power. When Something began to sing, more Somethings were created. They were different from the original Something, unthinking and unfeeling but still Something. Nothing lashed out with all he was at the Somethings but they stuck to him, immobilizing his form. Some of the Somethings burned into him, others simply clung to him. Either way, each Something that attached to him made him weaker and weaker until Nothing was no longer Nothing. Nothing had become the Universe in truth, just as he had wanted (though, not the way he had wanted).