Corrupted

The universe is vast and mostly unknown to many.  Each individual world within it is unique.  Slight changes occur from one to the other, as alterations build up universes pop up that are so far from the original material it is almost unrecognizable.  As creators make more and more questions arise. Is any of this original anymore? Is there a point in making anymore?  Are they even aware of us? Do they care about the impact on the world from their ideas?  It’s been several years and it’s still growing and expanding, how far will it stretch before it all falls apart?

There were so many universes that have been forgotten and have begun to decay and fall apart.  So many that were never finished in the first place and struggle to keep alive.  Was there ever even a point to existence? Were we always nothing but just a toy for the creators to play with then throw to the side for something new? Left behind like dusty memories hidden away in the attic, only to ever resurface for a trip of nostalgia and nothing more.

As someone’s creation stood on a hilltop, looking over the crumbling expanse in front of him, he came to the same conclusion he always had.  There was never a point to this. Everything was mindless creation from those who were not even aware that their creations had become sentient.  They created pain purely for conflict, they created disorder purely because happiness got boring.  No one wants a story were everyone got along.

This particular character got the short end of the stick that was for sure.  For others at least they had a universe at some point in their lives.  This small feline never was given any set home, instead he was a universe hopper, going from one world to another with no clear goal or job.  All he was given was a corrupted body and a distaste for the world around him.

He was a small but bulky domestic cat. He had a thick and long muzzle with small ears.  His black fur was patchy and spotted withshades of light brown alike from the pelt of a tortoiseshell cat.  However his underbelly was untouched and pureblack.  His muzzle was mixed with brownand white, the white dominating over it. There was a dark brown line starting from below his eye down to hisjawbone, marking the end of the white on his face and the start of browns andblacks. His eyes were a bright yellow that seemed to have a slight unnaturalglow from them.  Occasionally his bodyseemed to pixelate in places, shifting around in a panic before settling backinto place.

His eyes were slightly narrowed and the tip of his tail twitched slightly in annoyance.  He sighed and stood up then made his way down the hill. Each paw step he took with care, he didn’t know which parts would suddenly distort and glitch out of existence.  This universe was dark and dying. Large portions of the landscape had already disappeared, leaving large corrupted holes in its place. Eventually it would be nothing more but an empty void.  Forgotten and forsaken by its creator the universe no longer had the power to hold itself together. But it was taking an unusually long time to fall apart, as if something or someone was trying to still hold it together.  It was only delaying the inevitable and allowing this world to take up space and clutter the multiverse even more than it already was.