He broke the bedrock.
He gazed down into the hole he had made, the opening into the bottom of the world. The hole that broke the laws of reality. He saw the void. He saw nothing.
And it was beautiful.
He reached out, down into oblivion. He felt... something. Nothing. Everything. The void stained his fingers black. Its power called for him, and he let it in.
As he gazed into the abyss, it gazed back into him. It reflected in his eyes, now dark pools like the deepest void. It washed over him in a wave of comfort. This was okay. This was right.
But there was still one more thing he had to find out. He put his items away, not knowing if he would die. He braced himself, and jumped in.
It was cold, but not painfully so. The void wrapped around him like a hug, comforting him, reassuring him. Even as he died and respawned, it did not hurt, and he felt safe. It filled him with knowledge of who he was, what he could do, how loved he was. It cared for him.
He was Impulse. He had the void in his eyes and its power at his fingertips. He was the bedrock-breaker, the abyss-walker, the one who defied reality and found home.
And the void was his friend.











