Identity
What am I?
Am I a thing? Am I a person?
Surely, my ability to identify myself makes me a person. A person capable of intelligent thought, no?
Well, I'm obviously not like...him. The only other being that shares the same shape as me. He has color, while I have a profound lack thereof. I am simply a black void of nothingness...
How odd.
And then, we come to my powers, the things I can do: how do I do them? I know that I simply will for it to happen, but...
When did I start existing? And how?
And why do I want to kill?
All I know is that when there isn't enough pain in the world, I starve. That's all I truly know of myself. Whenever there is no death and no mourning, I starve.
So, because of how attached that...boy? Yes, boy...
How did I come to know this language? How did I come to know how to speak, or even know that this language is...English?
Doesn't matter. All that matters is my hunger. I can feed upon his pain, as he is very attached to his friends...
And yet, he is very much like me. When he saw my creation, our minds...merged. He saw what I did, and he enjoyed it. In that way, I respect him, as he respects my art and myself. So, would I truly want to bring him pain?
Would this be classified as guilt? Friendship? Responsibility? Moral?
How could I have moral? I remember opening my eyes, and knowing that I was hungry. I tried to kill for food, and found my powers. I found that I feed on pain. And when I killed the dragon, whom I believed would give me a fair amount of pain before dying, I fed upon the unicorn's pain. And yet, I must improve my methods...I need to get pain easier. I can't simply kill with one shot, or there is no pain. And I must bring pain to others to feed...But perhaps I should choose who feels the pain I crave? Perhaps I shouldn't go after the easiest, but go after the one who is already evil? Who brings pain to others?
Where did this ideology come from!? Who am I, why do I have no memories!? I remember nothing but what I know, and what I know is that it is wrong to kill unless it is for food! But I kill for food, do I not? But it is wrong to kill beings that can think and have a society, isn't it? Should I kill those who kill?
WHAT AM I???
Where did I come from?
What is my origin?
Why do I know and yet not know!?
Do I have...Parents? Or am I just...Am? What is this idea of moral, where did it come from, when did I learn it!?
Did I have a life before this? Did I have a life before any of this? Am I, perhaps, that boy, the boy whose mind mine touched? Is it possible that I come from him, and so, I merge with him? Is it possible that I am him? Should I confront him? Should I learn from him? Surely, he knows more than I do. He is like me in body, and yet, he does not kill...
Was he afraid of me? Perhaps, he was, but there is no way to know. I walked up to him, and saw that he enjoyed my acts, and didn't kill him for the sake of having a...companion. For the sake of not being...alone. So, I told him I would feed upon my pain. Surely, that would be a way to make a friend, no? If I were to simply tell him that I would help him sate his hunger, and I would sate my hunger through sating his? Surely, he would be willing to help me, no?
And yet, perhaps he does not need to kill for sustenance. Perhaps he does not feed upon pain...Yet...How is that possible?
Maybe the instincts I had, to kill for food, maybe he does the same? But perhaps he eats the actual food, and doesn't simply feed on pain?
If so, then...What would I do? What is he? What am I?
What are we?
Do I identify myself with him because he looks like me? Or because he is me?
Me...Me, me...Me...
Do I have a name?
What is my name?
Who am I?
What is my purpose here?
I can't find the answers to these questions. It's maddening. It makes me...angry. Very angry. Incredibly angry. Oh, my, I'm hungry...I need to kill...
And yet, I won't kill his friends...No, not until I know what he is, not until I know for sure that he feeds upon pain, like me...I'll have to ask him, in private...I would scare the other beings. If he is afraid of me, then they are, as well...
I must kill.
But I'll have to make a new way of it.
I'll have to make a new method, so I can truly harvest pain...
First, I must catch prey...
Yes, yes, this one will do. It may simply be a wild cow, yet I can practice upon it...
Maybe if I restrain it? Ah, yes, I can feel its fear. Fear doesn't feed me nearly as much as pain, yet it helps to clear my mind...
Hmm...Where does my mind come from?
And where do I go, when I use my powers? Where do I go when I use these...Strands? I can see them, yet I am not near them...
Ah! Perhaps if I progressively break its bones? By...Squeezing its legs?
Ah, yes, that pain...The pain! Breaking the bones gives quite a lot of pain...But I can't stop here. I need more!
I'll squeeze its midsection...Yes, squeeze it, break the ribs...
Oh, yes, that's good pain...Pure, amazing pain...
Now, if I were to...
Aha! Yes, tearing the tail off was rather effective, I can feel the pain...
Oh, my. Not more of that blood...Getting all over my tendrils, my tools! How disgusting! I just hate blood, it's...It's terrible...Slimy, and disgusting...
I'll stopper it. Jam something into the wound, to stop the blood flow...Oh, my. That's not what I meant to do at all.
It has died. The pain no longer feeds me. Even as its lifeless body is assaulted by my actions, no pain is brought forth.
I proceed, my hunger for the day sated. I no longer need to kill, so now, I will...Rest? I don't know if I need rest. Should I rest?
Maybe. Who knows. Definitely not me, as I have no idea what I am, anyway.
Uhhhhhhh...Huh. Okay, I've managed to make a sort of cocoon to sleep in. Don't want to be attacked by something fearing me, so...Uhhhhh...I don't quite know why I'm making it like this, and why it's...It's actually rather comfortable.
Sleep...An alien idea, but one that now graces me.
As it grasps me, I panic, and try to fight it. But it is soothing. So, I let it take over.
Perhaps when I awake, I will have the answers to my questions...
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Huh...very interesting.
1733215 Nope.
If you want to know who does, search "Drunk Minecraft" on YouTube.
1732417 thanks!
And did you read the chapters backwards?
Because on my screen, it shows that you commented on Chapter 15 and then Chapter 14. Was your first comment just referring to the description/title, and not a specific chapter?
Taking this strange turn of events into account, I have typed up reports that detail the current situation and speculation on possible events of the future.
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ME GUSTA!!!
Ah, this is the best comment ever....
1734081 I aim to please.
Maybe it's more than a virus. What if it's a symbiont, feeding off of other creatures' life; emotions and thought. Learning with each death, adding to its life.
HOLY POOP ITS SLENDERMAN
2284587 Maybe not, when it approached him it had eyes, slenderman doesn't... also it had no suit... it must be a virus the leaked out of him and become his evil counter part.
2834173 I think the virus is a darker side of our human friend, not evil, but just discovering it's self, what it is, and why it exists, maybe it is just confused and all it knows is it's need to feed on pain.