The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Silence? Woah, woah woah, can you just... slow down? In fact, lets just start with this, who are all of you guys?" 

"Oh, okay!" Sophie said emphatically. "So I'm Star's youngest sister... Wait, is Ember youn- GUYS EMBER IS YOUNGER THAN ME OH MY AUTHOR!!!!" She squealed with delight.

"Uuuuh... Ember?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Okay, Star has two sisters, me and Ember. Ember's with Star though so she doesn't matter right now. That's Michael-" she pointed to him as she said this "-and he's a mime, he works for Silence. Silence... He's... He's a big powerful... guy. We don't need to go over that. Um... Oh! And this is Xinoehp!" She ran over to him and jumped up and down beside him. "He's the best."

"O...kay? And how does Star..."

"Xino and Star are like really good friends. But it's kinda complicated with the universe split, 'cause this isn't Star's Xino, ya know?"

"I'm just more confused now."

"Okay, well... I should explain the universes thing, shouldn't I?"

"Yes! Please do."

"Right. So Star was... erased from existence a while back. But then she was able to come back. And then Silence decided to rip the universes in half. One with Star and one without."

"Sophie... Erased from existence? How... exactly...?"

"Some other Narrators did it 'cause they didn't like plot."

"Plot?"

"This. What's happening right now. So, like, in the other universe, the one with Star, there's a lot of plot. But here, they like randomness. We here, all of us, we are part of the plot. The story."

"The story that you are... Narrating?"

"No, no, no. We're Narrators, but.... we're part of our own story, too. A separate one. About us."

"Where the Narrators are like... the characters?"

"Yeah! You're gettin' it!" 

"Okay... And I'm assuming Star... started that story? 'Cause they erased her because of the plot?"

"Yeah! Yeah, so they erased her, but then Ember brought her back."

"Your sister." 

"Yeah!" Sophie grinned. "Your such a fast learner, isn't he a fast learner, Michael?" 

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

But that was irrelevant. Because out of nowhere, a rainbow shot out of a portal, carrying with it a piece of feta. Oddly enough, both the rainbow and the feta weren’t bold, as if they were from another plane.

[Silva]

The feta was perplexed. Moments before it had been fleeing from a flying taxi. Now, it seemed, the feta was somewhere else. Somewhere...different.

Edited March 1, 2020 by Silva
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[NameIess]

48 minutes ago, Silva said:

The feta was perplexed. Moments before it had been fleeing from a flying taxi. Now, it seemed, the feta was somewhere else. Somewhere...different.

Kernel Candy Corn looked on without passion as the feta appeared. He casually waved a hand, causing the feta to explode. He looked over the battle, watching the knights of Potatallia fight desperately to protect their outpost. He turned towards a messenger, saying: "They are about to fall back. Prepare a Cavalry charge, hit them while they are fleeing, then pick off the survivors with arrows." He walked over to the command tent, not even bothering to check that the knights would do as he said. He knew their every move before they made it, every strategy, every plan, every trap, he knew all of it. After all, he thought smiling, I don't just know their strategy, I wrote their strategy. It amused him that the narrators had attempted to revive Commander Candy, when Commander candy was already alive and well. He smiled, listening to the last desperate shouts of the doomed knights.

[Lunamor she/her]

From a place that was far away (yet not far enough) a being watched.

It saw the destruction, the countless buildings reduced to rubble. It saw the vegetable soldiers ripped to shreds before its wonderful, beautiful warriors. It saw the Champions rise up and crush all obstacles in their paths with nothing more than a though, nothing more than a simple step forwards. They proved to be effective distractions. Terribly entertaining.

But of course it didn’t actually see, for sight was impossible for such a being.

It smiled at what was before it. A big, wide smile that slowly crept up its face like cracks in an old concrete sidewalk. Like a tree was growing just underneath its skin, roots struggling to break free. The edges of the smile tugged further and further upwards, unnaturally high, but never reached the eyes. 

But of course it didn’t actually smile, for a smile was impossible for such a being.

It laughed as it finally felt the pure, untainted form of triumph reach its center. It was a growling, scratching sound, like metal screeching on metal. Its form shook as it finally let itself laugh for the first time in eons. 

But of course it didn’t actually laugh, for laughter was impossible for such a being.

The shaking grew more and more violent. The laughter became hysterical. The grin began to morph into a grimace.

A single black, glistening drop of liquid rolled off of one of its fingers and plummeted downwards. One could have almost described it to be a substance similar to oil in looks. But it was darker, missing that thin rainbow sheen.

Oddly, as it dropped through the cotton candy clouds, all of those with red tones- whether they were pinkish or blood colored- disappeared, sucked into the liquid without disturbing its surface.

The tiny drop eventually found its way to the lands of the vegetables, hitting the ground at great speed yet not making a hint of a splash. Its form slowly grew, getting larger until its size seemed impossible. It began to take on a slightly human shape, more drops dripping off of what could only have been its head. Those drops began to coalesce into beings of their own. But they were all the same, of course. All under its control. All completely and totally focused on destroying all that which had been created.

The black licorice had come.

[The Awakened Salad they/them]

7 hours ago, Nameless said:

Kernel Candy Corn looked on without passion as the feta appeared. He casually waved a hand, causing the feta to explode.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Salad screamed, transitioning from one thread to the other as the taxi entered the thread. “My feta...” 

Salad’s lettuce started to wilt, the cherry tomatoes began to shrivel, and their bowl began to crack. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

10 hours ago, Lunamor said:

From a place that was far away (yet not far enough) a being watched.

It saw the destruction, the countless buildings reduced to rubble. It saw the vegetable soldiers ripped to shreds before its wonderful, beautiful warriors. It saw the Champions rise up and crush all obstacles in their paths with nothing more than a though, nothing more than a simple step forwards. They proved to be effective distractions. Terribly entertaining.

But of course it didn’t actually see, for sight was impossible for such a being.

It smiled at what was before it. A big, wide smile that slowly crept up its face like cracks in an old concrete sidewalk. Like a tree was growing just underneath its skin, roots struggling to break free. The edges of the smile tugged further and further upwards, unnaturally high, but never reached the eyes. 

But of course it didn’t actually smile, for a smile was impossible for such a being.

It laughed as it finally felt the pure, untainted form of triumph reach its center. It was a growling, scratching sound, like metal screeching on metal. Its form shook as it finally let itself laugh for the first time in eons. 

But of course it didn’t actually laugh, for laughter was impossible for such a being.

The shaking grew more and more violent. The laughter became hysterical. The grin began to morph into a grimace.

A single black, glistening drop of liquid rolled off of one of its fingers and plummeted downwards. One could have almost described it to be a substance similar to oil in looks. But it was darker, missing that thin rainbow sheen.

Oddly, as it dropped through the cotton candy clouds, all of those with red tones- whether they were pinkish or blood colored- disappeared, sucked into the liquid without disturbing its surface.

The tiny drop eventually found its way to the lands of the vegetables, hitting the ground at great speed yet not making a hint of a splash. Its form slowly grew, getting larger until its size seemed impossible. It began to take on a slightly human shape, more drops dripping off of what could only have been its head. Those drops began to coalesce into beings of their own. But they were all the same, of course. All under its control. All completely and totally focused on destroying all that which had been created.

The black licorice had come.

The Glycyrrhizinites bowed down to their leaders.

On 3/1/2020 at 0:55 AM, Shard of Thought said:

"Silence? Woah, woah woah, can you just... slow down? In fact, lets just start with this, who are all of you guys?" 

"Oh, okay!" Sophie said emphatically. "So I'm Star's youngest sister... Wait, is Ember youn- GUYS EMBER IS YOUNGER THAN ME OH MY AUTHOR!!!!" She squealed with delight.

"Uuuuh... Ember?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Okay, Star has two sisters, me and Ember. Ember's with Star though so she doesn't matter right now. That's Michael-" she pointed to him as she said this "-and he's a mime, he works for Silence. Silence... He's... He's a big powerful... guy. We don't need to go over that. Um... Oh! And this is Xinoehp!" She ran over to him and jumped up and down beside him. "He's the best."

"O...kay? And how does Star..."

"Xino and Star are like really good friends. But it's kinda complicated with the universe split, 'cause this isn't Star's Xino, ya know?"

"I'm just more confused now."

"Okay, well... I should explain the universes thing, shouldn't I?"

"Yes! Please do."

"Right. So Star was... erased from existence a while back. But then she was able to come back. And then Silence decided to rip the universes in half. One with Star and one without."

"Sophie... Erased from existence? How... exactly...?"

"Some other Narrators did it 'cause they didn't like plot."

"Plot?"

"This. What's happening right now. So, like, in the other universe, the one with Star, there's a lot of plot. But here, they like randomness. We here, all of us, we are part of the plot. The story."

"The story that you are... Narrating?"

"No, no, no. We're Narrators, but.... we're part of our own story, too. A separate one. About us."

"Where the Narrators are like... the characters?"

"Yeah! You're gettin' it!" 

"Okay... And I'm assuming Star... started that story? 'Cause they erased her because of the plot?"

"Yeah! Yeah, so they erased her, but then Ember brought her back."

"Your sister." 

"Yeah!" Sophie grinned. "Your such a fast learner, isn't he a fast learner, Michael?" 

"Hmm?" said Michael, opening his eyes. "Oh, yes, very quick."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Okay, so... You're from a family of... Narrators."

"Mmm hmm."

"And you can... say things and make it happen in real life."

"Yup."

"But you also have things happen to you."

"Yepper-do!"

"So... how does Star fit into all of this? She... started the story?"

"Yeah! When Marsh died, she became a villain."

"A villain.... Huh. Wait, I need to know this. Did Marsh really kill himself?"

"Uh huh."

"Why?"

"He'd been dragged through a lot. He took this potion that made him evil and then afterwards he felt awful, but then he was captured and Shadow tortured him and when Star came back he just popped out his linchpin and-"

"He was tortured? Why?"

Sophie shrugged. "Shadow was just bored, I guess."

"Who the storms is Shadow?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about her. She had a Sliver of Ruin inside of her, but Star got that out of her so she's nice now. Kinda grumpy, but nice. Anyway, Star was all evil for a long time, but then Pheonix helped her -"

"Pheonix?"

"Yeah, he's Xinoehp's brother!"

"Wait, so there are multiple... Narrator families?"

"Yeah."

"Do you guys have... parents, then?"

"Uh... kinda. We have Authors."

"Authors?"

"Yeah. A person who Narrates us."

Granite shook his head, then sat down on the chair Sophie had Narrated for him. "Sophie?"

"What?"

"Is this a cult?"

"No, it's real! I've met my Author, TVG. She's really nice."

"TVG? What does that stand for?"

"The Violet Goddess."

"Okay..." He looked around at Michael and Xinoehp. "You... you guys can back this up, right? Are you Narrators too?"

Edited March 2, 2020 by Shard of Thought

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Granite's question seemed to shake Xinoehp from whatever thoughts had been running through his head. "Hmm? Yeah, I'm a Narrator."

"Not me," said Michael, still distracted by whatever it was he was doing. "Like I said, I just use Narrativium."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"What's Narrativium?"

Sophie looked at Xino with concern. "Hey, are you okay, Xinoehp?"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

7 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

"What's Narrativium?"

"A resource," said Michael. "It lets you Narrate stuff even if you aren't a Narrator."

12 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie looked at Xino with concern. "Hey, are you okay, Xinoehp?"

Xinoehp looked at the floor. "Yeah," he said. "I'm fine."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granite smiled mischievously. He'd have to find some of that. "So... my mom is a Narrator. But I'm not? How does that work?"

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "You're quiet. You're not usually very quiet."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 minute ago, Shard of Thought said:

Granite smiled mischievously. He'd have to find some of that. "So... my mom is a Narrator. But I'm not? How does that work?"

Michael shrugged. "I guess there was just no need for you to be one."

2 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "You're quiet. You're not usually very quiet."

"Observant," said Xinoehp, somewhat snarkily- but his heart wasn't in it.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"So... I'm guessing the 'Author' chooses who's a Narrator and who's a character? That doesn't sound like a cult to you?"

Sophie's face fell further. She cocked her head and smiled at him kindly. "Hey," she said. "I'm really happy to see you again. I missed you a lot."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

"So... I'm guessing the 'Author' chooses who's a Narrator and who's a character? That doesn't sound like a cult to you?"

Michael blinked. "...no?" He looked up from whatever it was he was doing. "Do you think it does?"

2 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie's face fell further. She cocked her head and smiled at him kindly. "Hey," she said. "I'm really happy to see you again. I missed you a lot."

"I... I'm glad you're here too," said Xinoehp, shifting his eyes but still not looking directly at Sophie. "I mean... I'd be dead without you, right?"

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granite shrugged helplessly. "I mean, put yourself in my place, this... this is... a lot." 

Sophie nodded. She knelt down and put her hand on Xinoehp's knee, smiling up at him. "You're gonna be okay," she said. She managed to say it with quite the sincerity, something that was evident in the contrast between her quiet tones now and her excited chatter from before. 

[Jaywalk he/him]

“For Universe Pentagon!” a warrior proclaimed.

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

“Incorrect!” A six sided beast proclaimed. “For Universe Hexagon!”

[Jaywalk he/him]

The warrior sent the beast a mighty glare.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

3 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

Granite shrugged helplessly. "I mean, put yourself in my place, this... this is... a lot." 

Michael let out a laugh as a thought came to him. "If you think that Narrators are a cult..."

3 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie nodded. She knelt down and put her hand on Xinoehp's knee, smiling up at him. "You're gonna be okay," she said. She managed to say it with quite the sincerity, something that was evident in the contrast between her quiet tones now and her excited chatter from before. 

Xinoehp's heart jumped and he tensed up. His stared resolutely at the ground in front of him.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granite smiled. "So, uh... You work for Silence, huh? Who's that?"

Sophie furrowed her brow in sadness. She really wished Xinoehp would look up so she could see his handsome hazel eyes again. And she wished he would go back to being his usually-cheery self. She sighed. Did she really expect any less? He'd just been dead a few minutes ago. That had to do something to your view of life. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Shard of Thought said:

Granite smiled. "So, uh... You work for Silence, huh? Who's that?"

"The leader of the mimes," explained Michael. "Arguably the most powerful being on the thread." He sighed. "When he's not... well, like he is right now."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"What happened to 'im?" Granite asked. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

9 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

"What happened to 'im?" Granite asked. 

"His own power was used against him," explained Michael.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Granite nodded. This intrigued him even more than the Narrators did. If there was one thing Granite couldn’t resist, it was power. He had thought being a Mistborn was great, but knowing his heritage had so much more to offer? He felt like he was being ripped off. “So,” he asked. “Does Star work with Silence too?”