[The Nameless One]
This short prompt is to give you the idea of what happens after a Rosin is created. You can take it from there.
You open your eyes slowly and the world around you is pitch black, and for all you know, this is how the world should be. Some part of you decides to make you breath, and you do so, and this feels like the first time. Smells assault your nostrils, if you knew what they were and the words to describe them, you would. Later you recall the smell of a dark dank, confined, stale air and the assortment of plant like odors. A light like a beam, finds the top of your head and then spreads out around you. Your poor eyes adjust to the first bright thing to exist in your world. Then a noise fills the air, like it came from everywhere, like multiple noises at once.
" I know what you are thinking... that is... if you were capable of such complexities. For now, you do not understand even what I am saying to you, but you will. You do not understand learning, love, life.. or fear.... most importanly fear."
You stare blankly into the dark, because there's nothing to focus on, the noise is just everywhere. Then another light appears, two, as you learn later. Green shining lights aimed at you and draw ever closer. You don't move, or run, they just seem.... pretty and capture your focus. Then something reaches out of the darkness and into the light towards you. It looks like those things hanging off your sides, but bigger, and black. A hand, you'll look back and remember that hand. The noise comes in front of you this time, by the lights as the hand touches you.
"I give you this gift, to use well. I will give you a great power that you must respect. Along with it comes the laws, you will know them as will the others you meet. You should hold this true to the very core of your being...Abuse this gift, or the laws, and I shall erase your existence like a page torn from a book."
And suddenly your eyes widen as a flood of images, knowledge and feelings assault your mind, you feel as if your head would explode. And this is where things begin to make sense. The words, for most of them, you understand. Words and speach, you see what it is the voice was doing. When you think you could die if it continued further, it stops, and you now reaslise what it means to be dead and the building fear now that comes with it. Catching your breath and feeling dizzy, you look to the lights once more, and realise they are someone's eyes, and they belong to the one that changed you. Sweat begins to drip down your face and soon a door opens behind you. Turning around, you notice a human shaped construct, yes, a word and thing you are familiar with now.
"First...take this one to Sparks, and have him get them a room "
You notice the light from the door way barely enters the room, in fact, it seems the darkness is fighting it back. The construct walks to you with a silent step and then slowly takes it's hand in yours, it's touch is stone cold. The light above you disappears as you leave it, and as much as the construct seems unatural to be around, the room and the eyes feel so much worse. The voice spouts one more thing as you decend the spiral stairs and the door begins to close.
" Happy birthday... and welcome to Toxicity"
You open your eyes slowly and the world around you is pitch black, and for all you know, this is how the world should be. Some part of you decides to make you breath, and you do so, and this feels like the first time. Smells assault your nostrils, if you knew what they were and the words to describe them, you would. Later you recall the smell of a dark dank, confined, stale air and the assortment of plant like odors. A light like a beam, finds the top of your head and then spreads out around you. Your poor eyes adjust to the first bright thing to exist in your world. Then a noise fills the air, like it came from everywhere, like multiple noises at once.
" I know what you are thinking... that is... if you were capable of such complexities. For now, you do not understand even what I am saying to you, but you will. You do not understand learning, love, life.. or fear.... most importanly fear."
You stare blankly into the dark, because there's nothing to focus on, the noise is just everywhere. Then another light appears, two, as you learn later. Green shining lights aimed at you and draw ever closer. You don't move, or run, they just seem.... pretty and capture your focus. Then something reaches out of the darkness and into the light towards you. It looks like those things hanging off your sides, but bigger, and black. A hand, you'll look back and remember that hand. The noise comes in front of you this time, by the lights as the hand touches you.
"I give you this gift, to use well. I will give you a great power that you must respect. Along with it comes the laws, you will know them as will the others you meet. You should hold this true to the very core of your being...Abuse this gift, or the laws, and I shall erase your existence like a page torn from a book."
And suddenly your eyes widen as a flood of images, knowledge and feelings assault your mind, you feel as if your head would explode. And this is where things begin to make sense. The words, for most of them, you understand. Words and speach, you see what it is the voice was doing. When you think you could die if it continued further, it stops, and you now reaslise what it means to be dead and the building fear now that comes with it. Catching your breath and feeling dizzy, you look to the lights once more, and realise they are someone's eyes, and they belong to the one that changed you. Sweat begins to drip down your face and soon a door opens behind you. Turning around, you notice a human shaped construct, yes, a word and thing you are familiar with now.
"First...take this one to Sparks, and have him get them a room "
You notice the light from the door way barely enters the room, in fact, it seems the darkness is fighting it back. The construct walks to you with a silent step and then slowly takes it's hand in yours, it's touch is stone cold. The light above you disappears as you leave it, and as much as the construct seems unatural to be around, the room and the eyes feel so much worse. The voice spouts one more thing as you decend the spiral stairs and the door begins to close.
" Happy birthday... and welcome to Toxicity"
Dylan.... he was sure that was his name, a title that came from the dark depths of his mind... looked around as he was lead to this "Sparks". The boy let the mechanical two-legger lead him on, and held tightly to the cold hand. He was intrigued. Given the new knowledge he had just acquired, this mechanical phenomenon was intriguing. He thought about how such a thing could exist.
Finally, they reached a door, and Dylan was instructed to sit and wait. As the construct them, it turned around and wished him a 'Happy Birthday'. How interesting... but then it was gone, and Dylan was alone.
The boy sat on his bench, his hands under his legs as his feet went back and forth. He waited, for what felt like forever! Finally, his attention span ran out. Dylan had a feeling this was the door he was supposed to be at. The boy jumped from the bench and knocked - it felt like that was the right thing to do? - and when no answer came, he opened the unlocked door and entered.
