//------------------------------// // Oblivion // Story: Catastrophic Adventures // by -Pinkamena_Pie- //------------------------------// Okay, let's deal with this so I can go back to relaxing. I hate serving that bucking tyrant. On another note... my headache seems like it's staying for a good long while. Some cool darkness would be nice right about now. Ugh, let's just deal with starting this demon invasion... Huh? What the hell am I hearing? Pinkamena... You can hear me, can't you? Good. Huh?! Who the buck are you? Matter of fact, WHERE the buck are you? Two interesting questions... Perhaps your memories have been lost. Nonetheless, I will help you get them back. Allow me to explain it this way: I am the Mena to you as you are the Mena to Pinkie. Stop with the motherbucking riddles and either explain properly or show yourself! Was I always this impatient? Hm... It has been a while since we were forcefully exiled... Along with our world. What do you mean 'Our world'?! Exiled? I've always been in the GrimDark! Perhaps another explanation is in order. You remember how you appeared before separation, yes? Whenever our sister became too aggravated, you would always push to the surface to give her a break. In the same way, I am who comes to the surface when you become too aggravated. Wait... you mean...? I'm remembering something... I don't know what it is, but it definitely hurts... Ah, your memories are beginning to return. Yes, I am what results when you give into the dark temptations that you struggle with. I am the deepest part of the abyss you call 'insanity'. Our sister, you, myself... We are all connected, despite being separated for now. Our psyche is vast enough to contain all three of us, as well as other consciousnesses, such as Valencia and Skeletron. That being said, however... you and I are deeply intertwined... There is much to reveal, and little time, but I will leave you with this: You and I are the same entity, though you have changed since the loss of your memories. It just so happens... I have them right here. Allow me to show you. Agh... my head... it's getting worse, I can't... I don't... I remember now. Who you are. Who we are. Pinkamena seems to be adopting a form similar to that of those she had transformed into before. Her light blue eyes gain a ring of red, and her teeth sharpen into deadly points. Her mane and coat gain swirls of black and she seems to stand more confidently. We are the harbinger of the void, of the GrimDark. As have the others, Athena, Anubis, even Greed... We have awoken. The prophecy spoke about and handed down from generation to generation... it's time has come. We are Oblivion... We do have to be careful. Not much can be done about the Tyrant knowing... he already does. However, his confidence in our control will be his downfall. The very runes he plans to release Nyarlathotep from can be used for a different purpose. Mena, now in her true form of Oblivion, places a rune that gives off an aura of emptiness next to the demonic rune. Reality will suffer... Unfortunate, but necessary. When Nyarlothotep is defeated, many curses and seals placed on us will be ended. And when the light and dark spirits rise, so shall the Void. The Jungle Tyrant must be dethroned for his actions. And we will make sure he is.