From gloomy voids, I was unnaturally born, forever unseen, until I decided to be dubbed as FV.

A cliche, isn't it? That's what it says on my birth certificate; it's not my fault. I was born on some living "planets" that occasionally dabble in word games. The reason for the quotations in planets is that while they are structured as such, they are more like giant eyeballs with people living in them. One is named Dexter, and the other Sinister; they hated how much they loved each other. I have no idea what they wanted and honestly don't care. To make a long story short, a civilization invented the "staring contest" inside of Sinister, there was a war, a black hole showed up in the middle of the battle, sucked in Sinister first, Dexter cried, and among those tears was me!

And so I fell and fell, and fell, and so on. It was a long drop that felt like it went on for centuries. Despite being in an area where gravity was scared to coexist with, I rarely, if ever, stopped.

When I was brought into existence, the first thing I did was cry, but I learned about other things over time. Thankfully my first stop was on a planet ruled by octopi, and they showed great value in books and stories. Praise the universe, as the world wasn't underwater but lacked gravity, but it had enough where I could still fly by flapping my arms. I had to leave; unfortunately, the sun that was a couple of light-years away was about to explode. I will forever miss Mr. Pulpo.

I learned so much from him; the many monsters and creatures, the fantastic tales of heroes from the various planets, and the beautiful worlds they inhabit. These stories filled me with so much joy and I wondered if I had to create my own.

And here was my final stop. I landed on nothing. Well, it was something but nothing at the same time. I could walk and think, but it was simply empty. That's when I found a pencil, and I started to make something, and from that, something was born.