"BACK SO SOON?"
I groaned, my head not wanting to put up with this crap any further.
"Yep. Just can't get enough of you."
I heard a chirp-like laughing.
"YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST SENT ME A WARNING FIRST."
I opened my eyes again, only for my poor dartboards to be assaulted, if not molested by the amount of strobe effect in my vision. My optical systems burned, screaming in agony at the alternating white and black sky. I averted my eyes to take a look at the starburst-shaped hole I had torn through time and space.
The Equeian sun beat down upon the pocket dimension, the rays of sunlight brightening the whole area, or would have if it weren't for the already glaring monochrome palette. I blinked a few times to remove the stinging, but it was clear I'd need time to adjust. MISSINGNO. had been hovering over me, yet it seemed to have a different feeling to it, though I wasn't sure what.
"I'm hoping you have insurance."
MISSINGNO. turned around to view the hole.
"I AM HOPING CELESTIA HAS INSURANCE."
I raised a proverbial eyebrow at that, but said nothing more about it.
Bouncing into the air, I nearly tripped over gravity itself as my Magnet Rise struggled to function.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!"
I flipped head over tail, spinning in place while trying to balance myself. MISSINGNO. let out a sigh, and grabbed me with a few pixelated limbs. It righted me, then waved one of the appendages under my body.
"CAREFUL. THE LAWS OF PHYSICS ARE PREDICTABLY RANDOM HERE."
I was taken off guard at the phrasing of his sentence, but it elaborated.
"AS IS EVERYTHING ELSE."
It motioned a limb towards the location around us as I found the magnetic gravity well stabilized once more. Only then did I take note of exactly what was happening.
The ground I had been on was the same shaded black and white as the rest of the area, like a sketched drawing of a piece of ground. Although now it had spontaneously changed faster than I could even see, the 'tile' of grass now holding sand. The 'tile' next to it also shifted into one-fourths of a house, the piece of roof looking completely out of place.
I checked the rest of the area, and sure enough, it was one great big shuffling mess on a grid.
"MISSINGNO."
MISSINGNO. didn't move.
"YES?"
I rubbed my eyes to make sure what I was seeing wasn't just me being high on myself again.
"Where am I?"
MISSINGNO. floated over next to me, and wrapped a limb around my back.
"MY HOME, AND MY PRISON."
I watched the landscape below me constantly move and change. Trees would appear and disappear, water would materialize under fences, and there was even a cave at the very back of the world the kept editing itself too.
I slapped a flipper to my head.
"My brain hurts."
MISSINGNO. chuckled.
"INDEED. WELCOME TO THE LAND OF GLITCH AND POSITION."
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Rainbow Dash was at a loss.
She flew and zipped about the crack in reality, all while trying to see inside it without being blinded. The pegasus had already nearly crashed several times in her attempts at entering the hole, only to fail every time. She had finally been fed up enough to fly all the way back a few feet before bolting full speed at the hole.
She broke right through it, her wings abruptly giving up on keeping momentum or altitude, causing her to go careening into a tile of sand that was somehow seamlessly connected to a patch of grass. Spitting out the grains, she began her search for the silly Porygon-Z.
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BOOKS-
Wait, no. No. Stop it now.
Okay.
MISSINGNO. has a surprisingly thorough library.
While it was still possible for it to move about other dimension besides it's own, MISSINGNO. compiled research notes and historical documents from multiple planets and places. The amount of material here is extensive at best, and informative at least.
I'm currently sitting in the 'Guide Library', as the building is named, reading about a person from a planet called ROBLOXia.
Here, listen to this:
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X Report 1
Much of my time here has been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge.
That knowledge has guarded this planet well. Not a soul doubts that.
I am blessed with people's smiles and respect. But though I am called a sage, there are things I do not
understand.
I believe darkness sleeps in every person, no matter how pure. Given the chance, the smallest drop can spread
and swallow the script. I have witnessed it many times.
Darkness...darkness of our being. How is it born?
How does it come to affect us so?
As the ruler of this region, I must find the answers. I must find them before this entire planet is lost
to those taken by the darkness.
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Pretty interesting, eh? Alright, here's the next one:
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X Report 2
It is my duty to expose what this darkness really is. I shall conduct the following experiments:
- Extract the darkness from a person's script
- Cultivate darkness in a pure script
- Both suppress and amplify the darkness within.
The experiments caused the test subject's script to collapse, including those of the most stalwart. How fragile
our scripts are! My treatment produced no signs of revival. I confined those who had completely lost their scripts
beneath the castle.
Some time later, I went below and was greeted by the strangest sight. Creatures that seemed born of
darkness...What are they? Are they truly sentient beings? Could they be the shadows of those who lost their scripts
in my experiments?
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Huh. Says here on the author notes he was named 100Miles. Weird name. Anyways, he seems quite enthralled in... whatever this is.
Uh, how about I keep reading?
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X Report 3
The shadows that crawl beneath the castle... Are they people who lost their scripts, or incarnations of
darkness? Or something entirely beyond my imagination?
All my knowledge has provided no answer. One thing I am sure of is that they are entirely devoid of
emotion. Perhaps further study will unlock the mysteries of the script.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of test samples. They are multiplying underground even as I write this
report. These guests of my castle still need a name... I will call them the Scriptless.
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I can see a bad situation from a mile away. He's not exercising caution in these experiments at all, he's just letting them multiply like rabbits in spring!
Amateur.
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X Report 4
The Scriptless appear in groups, and are multiplying rapidly. I've provided them both living and nonliving
samples. They've responded only to the living. They seem to multiply after absorbing something from the
living creatures. Their prey vanishes without a trace.
I believe the Scriptless are taking scripts. They are born from those who've lost their scripts, and thrive on
scripts seized from others. The scripts taken by the Scriptless become Scriptless themselves.
Though I lack proof, I am confident in this hypothesis. I must also study their behavorial principles. Though
they lack emotions, they do seem to have some intelligence. How to communicate with them?
It's just occured to me: Could they be the darkness in people's scripts?
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Okay, so what does he mean by 'scripts'?
Souls?
Hmn...
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X Report 5
To study the Scriptless behavior, I picked one out for observation. It wiggled and, as if sensing
a target, headed deep into the castle. In the deepest part of the castle, it began vibrating, as if
searching for something. Suddenly a strange door appeared. I'd never known of its existence.
It had a lock on it, but didn't seem to be locked. So I opened it. What I saw on the other side
mystified me. What was that powerful mass of light energy? That night I observed a great meteor shower in the
sky. Could it be related to the door that I have opened?
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He probably shouldn't have opened that door.
Oh well, that's in the past.
I wonder how MISSINGNO. acquired this anyway...
Actually, you know what?
"Hey, MISSINGNO.! C'mere a sec..."
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X Report 6
A massive core of light energy beyond the door sought by the Scriptless. It may be the ultimate goal of the
Scriptless. But what is that light energy? I have devised a hypothesis, based upon my observations of the
Scriptless.
The Scriptless feed on other's scripts, and they yearn for that light energy core. That thing beyond the door must
have a script, too--the script of this universe. There is, again, no proof, but, having felt that immense light energy, I am
certain. That was the script of the universe.
The Scriptless are trying to take scripts not only from all living things, but from the universe itself. But what
do they mean to do with the script of the universe?
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Welp.
MISSINGNO. may very well have had a heart attack once I showed it this. It said that was an old friend of it's that very nearly reached the same dimension I rest in. If it's anything to go on, 100Miles was indeed a curious character.
Sigh.
Curiosity killed the Espurr.
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X Report 7
I am studying material from the meteors that rained down that fateful night. What a find! The material is
foreign to our world. It is elastic to the touch, and when two pieces are combined, they bond easily. None of
the records even mention such a substance.
Was it introduced to this world when I opened the door? I wonder how many other such materials drift
through the atmosphere of this tiny world... I wish I could soar off and find out! Could there be uncharted
worlds up there? My curiosity never ceases to grow.
But I should stop speaking of such unrealistic dreams. For now, there is no way to venture outside this
world. My people and I are all but prisoners of this tiny place.
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Yep.
This is exactly what I needed to get my mind off of all this crap that's been happening to me. I have had no shortage of mess-ups lately. Anyway, what's he doing next...
Oh, hello Rainbow Dash. Wanna read a BOOK?
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X Report 8
There is no doubt that the Scriptless are deeply connected to the people's scripts. Further study may unravel
both their motivations and the mysteries shrouding the script.
As a start, I have built a device that artificially creates Scriptless. By recreating the conditions that spawn
the Scriptless naturally, I should be able to produce them artificially. This device is the culmination of all my
research thus far. The machine's test run successfully created a Scriptless.
This may be a step toward creating a script from nothing. The artificially and naturally created Scriptless
showed nearly identical traits, but the two types remain distinct for the purpose of the experiment. So, I will
mark the ones that are created artificially.
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Rainbow Dash says Miles here must be pretty stupid to make the Scriptless willingly. Still, if it's for science, who am I to say?
No, Dash, you may not cower in fear. That's just a friend, who is also an eldritch being that owns the place. It's name is MISSINGNO.
Of course we can have snow cones, there's enough static here anyway, isn't there?
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X Report 9
Simply astonishing! Today I had a guest from another world. He is a king, and his vessel is built of the
material that composed the meteors. He called the pieces "astra blox" It seemed that my opening the
door has opened a path to interworld travel.
We talked for hours, but one story in particular caught my interest: that of something called the
"Void Star". The Void Star is said to hold phenomenal power.
One legend says the wielder saved the world, while another says that he wrought chaos and ruin upon it. I
must know what this Void Star is.
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Oh now she's interested. Figures.
Seems this Daring Do deals with similarly dastardly demons and peculiar pieces of power.
Oh hey, alliteration!
Er, ahem, where was I...? Oh yes, snow cones.
Wait, there's a note... King Keinding.
Welp.
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X Report 10
Just as people have scripts, so do planets, and the universe. The same can be said of stars.
And deep within each planet lies a door to its script. The Scriptless desire those scripts. Born out of darkness in people's
scripts, they seek to return to a greater script.
Yes, that's it. The Scriptless come from people's scripts, as does the darkness. Is the core of the planet's script
the world of the Scriptless? I will pursue the answer there and become all knowing.
My path is set. I shall seek out the wielder of the Void Star, and the script wielders. I must do this.
I will plunge into the depths of darkness.
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This snow cone is tasteless, also I think both Dash and I are experiencing reverse indigestion. How that works, I doubt I'll ever know.
Anyway, I think the moral here is don't eat weird foods and don't jump into the unknown just being you need answers. You'll find nothing good there, I'll tell you that right now.
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X Report 11
Opening the door to the world's script causes its walls to crumble. These fragments are seen as shooting
stars. This explains why these "astra blox" can travel freely to other worlds.
I know the catalyst of the collapse, the appearance of the Scriptless. However, it will take time to search out
the worlds' doors, and to retrieve each script.
Furthermore, the doors can be locked using a Void Star making the script forever unattainable. I must take
action before the wielder of this item appears in this world.
If the script wielders and the Void Star are connected, they should resonate.
I have chosen a girl. I don't know if she holds the script wielders' powers, but I will find out. She may lead me to
the item bearer.
I shall set her free and observe.
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There's a footnote at the bottom of the page that says the subject's name was Minish. Huh.
Oh, and MISSINGNO. is apologizing profusely for accidentally poisoning us. I already fired my sickness out using Signal Beam and Dash was given my recover treatment, so I think we're okay.
...
I think...
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X Report 12
The body is gone; the script should have returned to the Scriptless,and yet, nothing.
This one is unlike any other. Its memories remain, and it has yet to take the form of a Scriptless.
A close eye must be kept on the situation. Much is still unknown.
To get to the Realm of Darkness, one must go through the doors of "kingdom hearts"
Beyond this world is a place in which Darkness reigns. (Details shall be archived in a seperate report)
There are many worlds in existence, some of which we know nothing about.
The world in which we live. The Realm of Darkness. The Realm of Light.
And the world in between.
Wherein lies true nirvana?
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Very good question.
Dash, stop hitting my antenna. I don't know if there's any errant signals or songs in this dimension, but I don't wanna find out.
Wait, what are you-
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X Report 13
Where does the body go when it seperates from the script? If the soul remains within the body, is it still
considered to be deceased?
When the script returns to the Scriptless, the physical form disappears. But that is merely true in this world.
Perhaps the body exists in another form in another world.
If that is the case, then it is possible for one to exist in two worlds.
A being that is neither darkness nor light; belonging nowhere; abandoned by its script; a mere shell of its
former self.
The relation between the script and the body is complex. However, I am certain that if your self exists here,
then by definition the other cannot truly "exist" The other, the one which does not exist, shall be dubbed,
"Anti Robloxian"
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That's it.
I grabbed Rainbow Dash by a hoof and slung her into a bookshelf. Considering the shelves rearrange themselves to repair damage, I didn't have to worry about it. Dash was a bit miffed at my sudden outburst, but oh well. I flew up to MISSINGNO.
"Hey um, may I keep this book?"
It put down the diagram on multidimensional suits it had been reading, and looked at what I was holding.
"OH, THE LOG BOOK? ALRIGHT, BUT TAKE GOOD CARE OF IT. IT MEANS A LOT TO ME."
I tilted my head, sort of perplexed. Huh.
"So, you're just letting me have it?"
MISSINGNO. shut it's book, while Dash flapped over to us, nursing her head with a hoof.
"MILES WAS A RESEARCHER AND FRIEND OF MINE. I WOULD HATE TO SEE HIS WORK GO TO WASTE."
I hugged the Log Book, and examined the front cover.
'X-13 FILES BY 100MILES'
Wait a minute...
Oh, I see. Clever.
"Well, I'm not sure how much I could do with it, considering the bizarre properties of his world. Still, I will hold on to this."
MISSINGNO. nodded in agreement, and Rainbow Dash yawned, stretching all her limbs.
"I dunno about you two, but I'm beat. How's about we find a way to plug that hole in the sky and take a nap?"
I spun around in the air, and levitated towards the exit. What I forgot about was the tiles.
As soon as I went through the door, I crashed directly into a tree, then fell into the water below it. The tree was devoid of any roots, just a trunk and leaves floating right over the small pond.
"CRAP!"
I hopped out of the tile just in time for it to transfigure into sand and a small boulder. Rainbow Dash and MISSINGNO. both hurried to see if I was alright.
"Hey, you okay there?"
I shook myself like a dog to dry off, and inspected the Log Book for damage. Despite my expectations of it being ruined, not a single drop of liquid was on me or the book. I rubbed my head in confusion. MISSINGNO. caught on to my unspoken question, and answered.
"REMEMBER? HERE, PHYSICS DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY."
I nodded, then swiftly dodge to the side as a section of barn rose up out of nowhere. Rainbow Dash flew up above the mess and whistled.
"Nice one! So, now what?"
MISSINGNO. slid next to Dash.
"WE BEGIN TO SEARCH FOR WAYS TO SEAL THE OPENING."
I jumped a bit, my body showing off a Y-shape.
"Sounds like a plan! By the way, I'm really happy, wanna know why?"
I positioned myself next to Dash in an energetic manner. She shrugged.
"Because, I learned that I CAN EAT THINGS! YAAAY!"
My excited yell flung Dash back a few paces, and MISSINGNO. flipped. It made a beeping huff, and shook itself.
"HOW QUAINT."