Hallucinatory Presence
Locating the mind of those damned voices that had bottled up Morph and messed with his timeline was easier than Sixer was expecting. Of course they lit up the central hub like a damned beacon.
He skirted around the edge of their mindscape, getting a feel for the source of the voices, before he started doing something he hadn’t done before.
Sixer knew how to create illusions, and he knew the mindscape was a place where anything could happen so long as it was thought up, but he hadn’t tried to do so outside of his own mindscape before.
All right. Let us see what you think of this.
He connected with the mindscape….and hit it with a vision.
The edge of this dimension turned red, strange colors merging together into impossible colors that hurt the gaze of anyone who turned their attention towards it.
“Do you think your dimension will remain frozen forever?”
Sixer’s voice sounded strange and warped – on purpose. He didn’t want these creatures to know who it was that plagued them. Not when he wanted to make an impact.
The hallucination continued, picking up speed as it almost looked like a tear was forming at the edge of the horizon. Time started to slip away from their fingers, going forwards and backwards and doing strange corkscrews that shouldn’t have been possible -- space started to warp as well, turning creatures and rooms inside out and twisting them into almost impossible shapes.
The colors of the beyond hurt to look at, and soon, everything hurt to look at. Strange sounds hit from all sides -- cackling voices, exploding and dying stars. A large flat square with his arms at two corners went flying by. “Hey, boss, looks like we got another one that killed itself!”
“OH, REALLY? MAN, LOOKS LIKE THESE GUYS WERE REAL IDIOTS! I DON’T THINK THEY’D DO TOO WELL AMONG OUR RANKS IF THEY’RE ALL ABOUT ORDER.”
The collapsing realm beyond of collided and decaying dimensions was absolute chaos. Nothing like this set order that was the only thing holding this dimension together.
“You will lose your dimension. It is inevitable. So why force your dimension into this stagnating path of a slow death? Why force the people who once lived here into something they were not meant for?
“Why sign your own death warrant, especially when the one you took back has made friends of his own outside of your dying little dimension? Your death will come soon, and it will be swift, but the afterwards...the afterwards will be nothing but torture.”
Sixer let the illusion play for a moment longer, letting Cipher’s presence and the chaos he brought with him hit the voices hard -- then pulled it back abruptly.
“Think on that, you pompous puppeteers.”
With that, he gave his astral tether a harsh yank, and ejected himself from the 4D mindscape. A sick pride at his own message filled his heart.
Hopefully this would shake them.
(( @neoneidolon ))
