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"Why would I care about people? And again, why would I care about innocents?"

"No, no. I did some soul-searching, and realized, being evil is just... better." Malevolence shrugged. "Pretty simple, when you think about it."

"I know how you feel." Malevolence said. "Recently, I've had some doubts about evil myself. Realized I didn't really know why I was pursuing it." Really long thing ahead, here's a bit of an explanation since I've left this plotline for like 6 months without continuation. Subversion was originally a rather cold, uncaring Narrator. She didn't really value anything other than a good plot twist, since she knew it was all fictional. More recently, however, she's been through some events *cough* meeting Nogard *cough* that have shaken that worldview. She has been searching for a reason to care. To this end she split off a tiny piece of herself to go out and find a reason to care about fictional people and a fictional world. Meanwhile, she's still considering the question herself. This creation of a world is part of that. Also, this is only the first part of the world making, hopefully the second part actually gets written sometime, we'll see. Subversion created a world. She'd done so before, of course, but now she truly reveled in creation, triumphed in detail, gloried in imagination. She paused. Was that last bit too much? She considered, floating in an emptiness more profound than the cold void of space, a darkness reminiscent of an empty page. No, she finally decided, it was not. For this was a matter of importance. This world, and the process of its creation, will be a turning point in my life, she thought to herself. I am allowed a teensy bit of overdrama. She began by considering the underlying foundation of reality. Currently, her world was made of nothing. So much nothing, in fact, that you couldn't even call it nothing, because when you say nothing, people generally think of empty space, or darkness, or other things that are not nothing. Math, perhaps? Mused the intrepid Narrator. No, math is boring. Thoughts? But whose? Mine? Those of the inhabitants? To give them such great control over their own existence seems... cruel. Subversion pondered this question for what would have been a great amount time if time existed in this not-place she was in. Finally, she came upon the answer. Yes, thoughts. Thoughts bound by words. The imagination of the observer shall shape this place. Right now, that is me. But once I am done, it will be many. They will see this world, and in each of their minds it will be a little different. And so she raised her hands and began to create. Space and time were her first creations. She decided that at least in this part of her universe, they would function somewhat normally. Next she created the world and its surroundings. Here the would-be worldshaper used more imagination. Twinned suns she created, one above and one below. twinned realities as well, or rather, twinned physics. Light, gravity, and mass from one sun would not interact with light, gravity, and mass from the other. Particles and forces all became two. Near identical to an outside observer who could see both, but unable to interact with each other. At the planet, the two became one. The surface she formed from twinned matter, two distinct crusts, one from each variety of matter. A thought struck her. Should I give the types of matter names? It will be clunky to refer to them otherwise. Very well. Perhaps… Matter and antimatter? No, that’s not at all the same. They’re similar, just unable to interact. Let me think… perhaps Latin has some answers? Flipping through a Latin dictionary that was very different from Google Translate, Subversion eventually narrowed it down to two naming systems: Motus and Immotus, Materia and Immateria. After pondering which naming system to go with for quite some time, Subversion had a stroke of inspiration. This world would have two separate civilizations, one made from each flavor of matter. So it made perfect sense that each would come up with their own naming system for the different types of matter. Naturally, they’d both call themselves the ‘real’ or regular matter, so one form would be Materia/Immotus, and the other would be Immateria/Motus. That settled, Subversion got back to some more literal worldbuilding. The mantle she formed from a material capable of interacting with both the Motus and the Immotus physically, although gravitationally it interacted only weakly with both. This allowed her to make the planet much larger than a traditionally sized earth, while maintaining the same surface gravity. To give scientists some help, she spread a few fragments of this throughout the crust of the planet so as to be accessible. These fragments would appear to be extremely heavy due to the increased force of gravity upon them, and would also interact light oddly, converting light from one type to another as they reflected off of it. Because of its connecting properties, she decided to call this form of matter ‘Nexite’. The planet’s core, Subversion formed from a third category of matter, because her worldbuilding required a plot twist. This matter would not interact in any way with either Materia or Imateria, but it would interact with Nexite. Additionally, it would interact with another set of forces, the forces that would cause the planet’s ‘orbit’. This orbit, she decided, would be very similar to a marble rolling down a funnel. Much like an ocean, currents of force flowed in her new universe. As it so happened, this planet was on the surface of the cosmological equivalent of a whirlpool. It was more complicated than that, of course. The ‘whirlpool’ was actually the space where a downward force caused by mysterious sci-fi things that scientists would labor for centuries or even millennia to discover met an upward force caused by similar sci-fi things. The confluence of these forces caused a whirpool where the forces were perfectly balanced, and a hole at the center where the downward force prevailed. The planet would ‘roll’ around the whirpool, although its rotation would not match the speed of its actual movement. Subversion took a deep breath. Perhaps a bit technical there, but… well, it was a bit too technical. Regardless, this is rather fun. Now, onto the people. (And yes, for those of you who are wondering, the planet will eventually fall ‘down’ the center of the whirpool. However, that will not happen for at least a few thousand years, so it will naturally be totally fine*.) The people, Subversion created simply. Two arms, legs, ears, and eyes. Strikingly similar to humans in most respects, although coloration would naturally be different, as the light spectrum would be entirely different. Most animals she created likewise, similar to the ones that existed in the real world. A few however, she granted seemingly supernatural abilities. The ability to manipulate their own subatomic particles in order to increase their weight, see at night, or even phase through walls by switching from Imateria to Materia interactions and vice versa. Get back to the people, Subversion chided herself. The people, not the flora-She hurriedly created plants-and fauna. Ahem. She got back to the task at hand. History, yes, the people needed history. Opposing histories, she decided. On one world, study of the Imateria was encouraged, strongly looked into. On the other, study of the Immotus was banned, and those who did so worked under the threat of exile, ruin, and death. This was, she decided, because of an asteroid that had once long ago threatened to hit the planet. Well, hit it, actually. Due to a passing cloud of interesting space dust, the asteroid had been visible in the Immateria for long months before it reached the planet of… hm, the planet of… Twain? Yes, Twain. However, it passed through the space cloud just one day before estimated impact, seeming to be a miracle to the people of the Motus. To the Materian people, however, it was a horror. A massive meteorite struck without warning, destroying half a country’s population instantly and causing wars, famines, and chaos that nearly destroyed their entire civilization. In the wake of the impact, the Materians put all their efforts into understanding why the asteroid was invisible for so long, but despite their great efforts science had been so set back by the destruction that they began to discover the truth of their twinned world at around the same time that scientists of the Motus, working in total secrecy** but operating in a world not destroyed by an apocalyptic event, began figuring things out. Subversion looked down on her world, and behold, it was okay. Certainly the physics were intriguing. But was it really worth anything? Did she truly care about it? Well, there was still one more piece of the puzzle. Subversion had made many people on her planet. Now came a far harder task. Finding people on her planet with stories to live. *If by ‘fine’ you mean: Totally horrible for all those people who will be alive in a few thousand years and have yet to be born. **The people of the Motus, you may have noticed, reacted rather differently from the Materians. They decided that they were saved by the gods, and since the gods had dragged an asteroid into the Immateria, that clearly meant it was either their realm, or hell itself. Therefore, they banned all research into the matter. Now, before you go blaming religion for getting in the way of the progression of science, please note that the people of the Motus also initially believed the asteroid to have come from the gods. They*** decided that the gods must have sent it as punishment for not studying the Imateria well enough, providing impetus for their increased scientific efforts in that field. ***Neither civilization actually 100% believed the religious explanation, although they were the prevailing beliefs, especially at first. Over time, the religious motivations waned in importance. Among the people of the Motus, the prevailing belief was more of a ‘eh, the asteroids gone isn’t it? Why bother changing the law when it doesn’t really matter?” By the time the secret scientists made their first real breakthroughs.

"Fair enough. I do not strive to be likeable. I strive to be evil." The hologram flickered. "What do you strive for?"

Malevolence had been teleported to Sequence's world, but a hologram of him popped up. "I am curious as to why you despise me so. I have hardly done anything evil since meeting you. I have merely been pragmatic."

Nope. Sorry. I do know like 20 Alex's. VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION: How tall is short, for a guy?

"We will need a way to deter nanobots. So, underground, beneath a metal that is compatible with a certain device I've created to create an energy pulse that should knock them out temporarily." Malevolence hoped 'ill intent' didn't apply to his general desire to do evil and that the protections were not automatic. "Well I despise you too, though I would never stoop to be so crass about it." Malevolence noted. "However, in this case we must work together for the greater good."

"Excellent. If Sequence would allow me access, I can begin construction of the vault immediately." @Sequence "If you don't mind," Malevolence butted in. "I would like to accompany you on this adventure. This clone is a security risk that must be dealt with as quickly as possible. The vault plan will be useless with it running around."

Very well. I will see you when the time is right.

Three are needed. Will you be one of them?

The Witherlord wouldn't have to kill any of your characters, necessarily.

So @Kansas Stormcursed is considering being one of those three Authors.

The instructions require three Authors.

Check Xinoeph's profile, in his blogs, the unwinding Thread, page ??

I do not write much outside the Thread, I must admit. A few things, here and there. I take a poetry class this semester. Of course. No need to hurry, there is yet time. -- The voice spoke to everyone. Lovely talking to you all. Now, if you shall excuse me, I must go finish this post I've been making. Subversion's decision has been put on hold for long enough, and she deserves my undivided attention.

Hah! Maturity has little to do with it, I think. More, my personality. I rarely kill my characters and still... I still regret allowing Nameless to die. The voice sounded wistful. I truly enjoyed him, at the end. Despite the awkwardness with which I plowed through his arc, The brave adventurer was a joy to write. Still, I think this is more down to the individual, not just maturity. I take it you will not be of the three?

Oh, we do. And yet, sometimes crying is... good. I am not a good one to ask about this. I have as yet never cried at one of my creation's deaths.

Now why would you think that? The Witherlord is not my creation. He is the child of Fate. Why would I seek other Authors to raise him? The voice seemed to subtly wink at the second voice.

I am sorry. As I said, we are an unreliable bunch. And unfortunately, we do tend to draw a great deal of joy from the trials of our creations.

Look not for meaning in the actions of Authors. We are a foolish bunch, flighty and unreliable. I manipulate the story, as I always have.

The voice makes a sound much like a sigh. As I thought. No reason to apologize! There's plenty of characters from other books and stories in TLT, or at least there used to be. And why would you think I wished to return him? I've said nothing to indicate that. The voice chuckled. I merely asked if an Author would wish to be one of three. Hardly a suspicious question.

I must ask. The voice sounded curious. I don't know much about Deltarune, but considering your profile picture and your signature, are you a rendition of the character from that game? Oh, and we're the people writing you, although I doubt you can understand what that means. You wish to know the Witherlord? He is Darkness. he is Death. Bringer of Darkness who shattered the civilization of the Luxsprites and wiped out their species, thereby creating the Narrators and the Thread as you know it. Destroyer of Worlds and Death of Universes, he who consumes as Narrators create. Corrupter of Hearts, Temptation of Evil. He is Darkness manifest, ruler over all Chaotic Dark. The Witherlord is the night at the end of all things, bringer of dust and decay. Fear him.

"I'm not your Author." said the voice. I do not believe Susie has any say. It is for the Author to decide.

Wrong Author, little one. I'm not yours. By the way, could you ask your author if he would be one of three? I have none.

Other way around. A voice noted.