[Story] Tear of Heavens
The Long "Hello"
Revu
“They all float. And once you're down here, you'll float too! YOU'LL FLOAT TOO! YOU'LL FLOAT TOO!”
“I THRUST MY FISTS AGAINST THE POSTS AND STILL INSIST I SEE THE GHOSTS”
The Horrorterror Pennywise performed its own incantation as a billowing tear was thrown into reality, in a cone shape. Proceeding from the verbal source which all of the shrieking of the Underbeasts imitates, somewhere behind pennywise.
Planes shattered and fell towards the Earth, stacking in many layers bending in towards the cone of damage. Things tumbled out which in the process converted to childhood toys. Next up was the sundog, tearing forth out of his flesh in shrieking, gushing flows of red, capturing the toys in photographs. As the sundog arced through the heavens, Tommyknockers sent forth Grimm alien presences which Tower through the planes, dislodging the things contained within the broken glass of the heavens, the glass itself falling into a cyclone of the sundog, forming boxes. The boxes themselves connected into houses, and the houses went into the whirling maelstrom of the igniting Worldbreaking for when the beings and other things of the heavenly planes would be used to populate the Multiverse.
Then from below the darkness opened up and illuminated, showing the Underrealm beneath the Earth. An Underbeast towered forth to represent it, its hide glittering with gold and treasure in all shades of gold and ochre. “Well, well,” it spoke, illuminating its skull. “It's so good to finally see the inferior, anterior species.”
With its keen, swirling eye it transformed limp things clinging to the remaining glass above, turning it into a toy swinging behind the Moon. “AY ACK DUMT WUN T2 BI KN UTTTRTH” it shrieked as its facial features swung around like interlocking rings. “You ain't speak English too good son! Gunna need to be providing some lessons” they vanished together.
Elsewhere the architect of the Underrealm walked upon a normal street in Myrtle Beach, cars going past with a gentle rush. Seems like natural vision gets blurrier every year, but that just interrecedes deeper levels of perception.
As he walked he pulled many levers of his maintenance platform, cycling the dome of the Firmament for a fresh, unshattered deep sky. Later he returned to the canvas of his room, twisting with shadows of his girl friend. Across these twisting Shadows produced the disjointing of the room from time and space, seeking to resolve the manufacture of a time travel machine within the cave, gradually sparking artistic scraps.
Within the maelstrom swirling through the dark side of the Earth, the remnants of the broken planes naturally migrated to swirl within spheres, letting out a distant hum that joined with other hums. Strings connected to the house of the Architect, provoking movement within the ordered chaos of the mainstream world which made every effort to reject the contents of his house from this reality.
“Just a little feeling” he said an hour later during the 13th hour, it was currently 11:18. “Isn't that nice. You know a lot of people would beg for this sort of electrician work, and yet I offer it to your cosmos for free and go in to do it promptly. Impeccable service. The humans are really missing out on this sort of career, they'll see that when I time travel”
“Yeah baby”
Swirling deeper into the Earth and proceeding into the fifth dimensional sky, billowing away… the balloons float on rather like a Walt Disney ride. The claws of pennywise latch into the ground, massive yellow teeth shrieking beneath vividly emphasized pale eyes, his makeup encircling folds of pulled back skin. In an instant, he spews out things he had swallowed from the broken sly sky behind the hanging and creaking layers. Into the sewers of Hell came many feelings of a cosmic ego, ready to flow deeper and deeper into the sewers that built through Satan's kingdom. “You'll float sire, it's ensured” rasped Pennywise, circles of his teeth giving a disc of his best customer service grin. “Please sire, alert yourself to the needs of the ghosts I service, those tender mechanisms by which they are seen and otherwise serviced. I love deep shit grins, I wanna see ya gulp it fucker. Eat the craPs my man. Why the fuck am I here for, huh? I want some food mother fucker. Gimme.”
He shrieked within his own imagination, reading the first scene of It where one of his names is scrawled in blood. A fine horror experience of the Earth, experienced by The Meta-Being for the first time as his self-conception began to merge with Pennywise. Gradually the member of The Meta-Being species disappeared in the flood of experiences from humans reading Stephen King's It.
Lord English sat in his office at 11:31 as the 13th hour aligned. “Hmmm. At the very last: one can appreciate this tender scene. My window into the cosmic space. Quite nice. Much better than that dumbass ogre flying around lasering ugly sprites. Balderdash. Motherfucker doesn't seem to understand I work with Led Zeppelin and Dali, and this sort of crude disrespect goes beyond getting shocked back to reality. It goes beyond the Wake up call of realizing that was a mistake. I prefer a particular restitution. Stare through this window for a while longer and you'll start to understand. I'm already using my Powers by the way, NBD. need some lines fellas.”
Crack. . . The Architect stares into the mirror, manifesting his obsessive desire to send one blinking eye after another into space to observe each figure that wandered into that notorious webcomic previously referenced. Forming an alien ant farm of relational interaction, shuffling through the glass of the Worldending being built. Mere thought of the world ending makes him sad without stalking each individual throughout the entire Multiverse. He really meant the Worldbreaking.
The Jackalope stomps into the Earth, which the architect performs by stomping around while imagining it in a cool way. Its blessings include remarkably robust teeth, which must be factored into going to the dentist tomorrow. So impressive All Things considered. It's awfully strange to receive blessings from one of your own alter egos.
How did the Architect do all the stuff he architected? It's all the girls bruh. Some of them are humans and he concocts vast plans of vengeance for every group which impeded him from forming a relationship with each of them. Weak males so jealous of a guy who wants to come and leave some silly remarks to embed in girl brains permanently.
As Midnight approached he rewound back to breaking the sky yet again. “Come and get me, I ain't feelin' it. Ain't hearin' it.” Now he was, so faint. It's amazing what forming a temporary theme park will do.
He stuck his head out into space, with a million triangular teeth. Wearing the face of one of his creations. Must be why they said blackface was bad, he thought. Must be why. The joke was having the ability to stick his head into this pestilent area of the Cosmos while he was still puzzling over some of the most basic ways in which they had confounded him by influencing the fallen Earth.
He swung his head around and looked at a non-human girl. She lay lithe and gothically pale, almost naked. The limbs were so long. Her reaction was almost imperceptible, and if he wasn't so immature in his development it would offend because of his provocative display in process.
“You broke my soul, I'm sure that's too mmuxch.” His dialogue broke up in the attempt to participate in this area of the cosmos, not quite conveying what he was going for. He wasn't really speaking to her but a more vague notion of girlness which waved away from her like the rings of a tree she hadn't formed and wouldn't form.
Next he landed in a car upon one of the Lord of Shadows’ highways. He really needed to work on his cars if he was going to pull up to girls properly. Like doing the whole car thing. There's a variety of steps: getting in it, looking at it, putting bodies in the trunk, find a gas and putting in the gas, driving, looking out windows. It was all so complicated even before he modified them to make monsters come out the engines and other parts. That involves another of his creative properties by the way.
Claws tore through the sky as he fiddled with the car, getting in and out of it, carefully craning the clear perception of his eyes away from where the clowns were in the sky. Claws. As long as he didn't look at them he technically wasn't committing a crime. He was just trying to figure out what a car was. Claw on, little clowns. They don't all float if yu dunt.
Midnight chimed. He read the dialogue he was starting to hear from space with his mind. “
Hurts a million. Million more than our maxomum.
He's not actually real right?
Mmmmmmmmm
What is that? I think I've heard of them. Teeth? Never seen a window before.
“It'. What is that title? Why is that book there? Why did God produce this from Earth? I cannot understand this.
I think we used to live in what could be called a castle. Everything has changed. More earthy, more homely. Just can't understand. The Architect of Jerusalem. I know he's behind it, and I suspect I used to be angry at him. That was about 5 minutes ago, one could say
“
5 minutes ago was midnight. He was now firmly in the 13th hour. Lord English chuckled. “Interesting, don't you think?” The broken mirror made no response.