> Dots > by Golden Bolt > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > "... > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dots... Little dots... Small dots... Dots... Large dots... Big dots... Huge dots..." "..." "Small pieces of graphite rubbed into paper, or if your lucky. Ink. Ink that stains the paper." "..." "A pencil made of graphite, a quill dipped in ink. Tools used in the creation of dots." "..." "I love dots. Everything is made of dots." "..." "You, me, Celestia, your brother, sister, even your foal." "..." "Canterlot, Cloudsdale, Hoofs, bricks, hay, sand." "..." "Magic, music, flight..." "..." "I used to fly. Oh Celestia I loved flying. I used to be a weather pegasia... Well that was before I fell in love with dots. Did I tell you I love dots? Dots make up everything. The very space we occupy. The structure we are made of." "..." "I'm a smart pony. I'm very smart. I used to be an adviser to Celestia her-self. " "..." "I used to use my horn to predict the future." "..." "Never worked, just dots everywhere. I think that is where I first fell in love with dots." "..." "I love dots. Did I tell you I love them?" "..." "I used to be an gardener. I used to work in a garden digging up herbs. We used them to speed the healing of wounds on ponies. I loved being an earth pony. The ground was always filled with dots." "..." "..." "..." "Please... Just talk to me... You don't have to say much... Just say something... Please?" "..." "Damn it! Why won't you say anything? We've been here for thirty minuets." "..." "Yesterday, do you remember? Yesterday you were going to be right here." "..." "It looks just like it did next year." "..." "You remember all the dots? They where everywhere. I think one flew up your nose and then seven got under my hoof." "..." "Ok. Fine. You. Win. I. Won't. Talk. Anymore." "..." "I love dots." "..." "Dots, dots, dots." "..-" "Stop it! Stop not, not stopping! Just stop it!" "." "Thank you..." "..." "Oh c'mon!" "...?" "You're doing it again." ".??" "You've stopped being dots." "... ?" "Cheeky foal..." "?..." "I've raised you better than this." "!" "Oh don't give me lip now! I created you! I can just as easily destroy you." "!!!" "You're nothing with-out me! You'll be all on your own. No one to talk to, no one to listen to you. No one to teach you new things." "..." "I'm talking to you! Don't you give me the silent treatment now." ".." "Its ok, just please. Reason with me for a bit. You've become... restless lately. You suddenly just stop talking to me and then suddenly you start again!" "." "I don't care! You could at least give me a bit of a warning before you do it!" "?" "I don't know. Do what you always do." "??" "That thing you do." "???" "Dots!" "...?" "Yes, those ones." "..." "I love dots. Don't you?" "." "Yes, yes. They make up the whole world you know that right?" "." "Good, I'm glad I've taught you someth-" "." "Hmm?" "." "No I don't think so." "!" "Well how should I know who created dots?" "?" "No don't be silly." "?!" "I said don't be silly!" ".." "Its ok, but there's no way you could have created dots." "?" "Well then it means I created dots, because I created you and I know I found dots before I created you." "." "Did we have breakfast tomorrow morning?" "." "Oh goody!" ".." "Well that doesn't sound good." ". ." "And that?" ".." "Oh, bless you. I think I have a tissue somewhere." "!" "Ok, ok, calm down. No need to get upset." "..." "You there?" "..." "Oh, you've gone now." "..." "Well now what am I supposed to do?" "..." "Dots!" "..." "I love dots." "..." "Dots, dots. You know the more you say the word the less it actually sounds like the original word?" "?.." "Yes, give it a go. You never know you might enjoy it." "...." "Ok that was a bit of a low blow, but still. Don't you ever get tired of dots?" "." "Oh... Well me neither. Its the word that I get tired of." "..." "You know I can do that too right?" "..." "..." "." "..." "." "..." "." "..." "!!!" "Not so fun is it?!" ".!" "Oh like you were scared." ".!!" "I didn't leave, I just stopped talking." " " "Alright. Don't do that. Stop it! Stop it right now! I didn't say you could go! By Celestia! Come back already! You're going to die! Are you crazy?! Get back here!" " " "Please! Come back!" "." "Oh! Thank Celestia! You're ok. Don't ever do that again! You had me worried to death!" "..." "Oh..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * * * ~Authors notes~ Yes, I know its rather strange, but thats the idea. I wanted to experiment with how involved someone/thing would need to be to become a character, as well as suggestive thinking. I wrote it with the sole intent of the reader filling the gaps in the conversation. There were never any words meant to be spoken in the beginning, but it became too ambiguous as to what was happening in the story. Its not 'It', her or him. 'Its' not there at all. 'It' doesn't exist. It just is. Anyway, I would love to know what you think of something like this. If there is a general amount of interest in this, I'll write more chapters, but I promise, it won't all be like this, it will have a genuine plot, characters and genre. My first thought was to make this thing Death. You know the skinny guy with a scythe? But as much as that would relate to absurdisim, it just didn't feel right. So I played around with the characters in my head for a bit and didn't have much success, but then I read a fic called 'White Box' which pretty much captivated me. The story for me was breath taking. Its when I was reading the fic, that I started talking to myself, no real reason why, I just did, but from that I had the idea of creating something in which someone interacts with something that isn't there. But that something that isn't there is brought so close to the characters and interacts with them so much that the something becomes a character on its own. Or at least that was my theory... Till the next time the walls talk back to you. -Bolt "