3 pov.
In the white expanse of the $^^#$% rested a soul; it was a ball of bright amber. Its glow was warm and seemed...
content?
Within this wasteland, "nothing" can exist, nothing living at least, whether it be in the physical or the metaphysical sense.
This place, this void, is the melting pot of existence, a symphony of energy, and the womb of power. Logic dictates that this soul should be ground up, unable to sustain its structure, and be consumed by the ether.
But yet it persists.
Violating all fundamental rules of existence, this soul was the "only" constant within an anomaly, a contradiction within a contradiction. Nothing is eternal, yet the soul persists in this realm that doesn't allow the concept of consistency, yet this realm too persists.
Despite the natures of the soul and the realm it's stationed in, there was no attempt from the realm to destroy the soul, and vice versa; the soul hadn't attempted creating order within the realm.
For a moment there was structure.
"Vowm*
And then there was not.
Once more, "violating" the sanctity of the realm was a man; a vile aura radiated from his visage, and long messy jet-black hair framed his sickly pale face. The man was oddly handsome as well as tacky, a bold Hawaiian shirt paired with tight cargo pants wrapped around his skinny frame like a second skin.
The man had a sour expression, momentarily looking away from the soul to face nothing.
His glare intensified before letting out a sigh; he turned his attention back to the soul, curiosity brimming through his posture.
"Ay, yo, big man, what ya doing here?" the vile man addressed the soul; the only response he got was the dimming and brightening of its light.
"Hmmm, really, why not go to heaven?" Evil incarnate addressed the soul once more; instead of the previous light show, the soul let out a frustrated light?
"Hmm, I suppose it is lively up there no matter the version." The evil son of a bitch paused, seemingly contemplating something.
"Unfortunately, friend, you cannot stay here." The vile waste of space, neet, emo, boomer, fake-ass Michael Jackson-looking ahhh, uncouth troglodyte, British-teeth-having son of a bitch had the nerve to tell the soul he needed to vacate the realm.
The soul's light was confused.
The vile man let out a sheepish chuckle. "This place will start to get more active with his awakening. and something tells me you probably want no part of that." This trash-ass, bum-ass, fraud-ass mongrel spoke of something catastrophic.
The soul flashed contemplatively. "Tell you what," the fraud spoke before his bony fingers lightly grasped the soul who was unbothered by the contact.
The bum began to talk as he slowly walked through the realm of white, the occasional spark of an unknown energy, light, passing by as they moved.
"You really got three options. You could stay here and hope nothing bothers you, or I could reincarnate you/send you into a world with a new body and some cheats, and lastly..."
The fraudulent master of bummyness stood across a river, but not just any river; from even a distance, one could tell that the river was brimming with power. The river also seemed to have no end, spanning endlessly in both directions.
"You could try your luck in the river of reincarnation, that exists for some reason," the sleezy pervmaster 69 had a helpless expression on his face; the soul also let out an unimpressed light.
"Look, the author is too lazy to name half this stuff; we are literally missing key important dialogue because he doesn't want to write it." The crazy narcissistic man was complaining about an entity that doesn't exist; truly, he has lost his mind.
The soul flashed before its light shut off; a wave of confused light came from the soul, seeming not to remember the last statement by the crazy bastard.
The walking skeleton let out a sigh. "Don't worry about it and make a choice; there are no wrong answers," the animated corps reassured the soul, going as far as sitting down on the nonexistent floor, waiting patiently for the soul's answer.
There was a short silence; the soul succinctly went through its options. within two minutes of contemplating.
The soul's light flashed, its choice clear.
The ugly-assed Snape look-alike let out a relieved sigh.
"Good choice, friend. I'll make sure your experience is pleasant and not too bothersome," and with that, the ugly bastard snapped his fingers and the soul disappeared.
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The ugly ass fake as walter white with a wig expression dro-
"I've about had enough of your games."
"Slandering me as if I couldn't remove you from the narrative at any point."
"you are not a god; you are but a childe playing pretend."
"Your position has diluted you into thinking you could act in any way you wish."
"You were wrong, and for your insolence."
"You deserve destruction."
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A/N: If it wasn't obvious, the narrator isn't really that reliable; that's why certain things aren't really clear, and it's probably dead or something. Anyways, I got to lock in so I don't fail. See you this weekend maybe.