And so.......

A man, red helmet upon his head sits and stares at his screen, a blank grey box in the center, and does not understand what he is to do, all he knows is he must do something, something to ease the guilt and something to make the pain stop.

He stands from his computer chair and looks at the time, wondering if he really has time to do this right now, or if he's just only doing it to appease that part of him that thinks everything will be allright if he posts something. Anything. Even whatever this is.

The toys on his shelf laugh at him.

"Hypocrite" Said the masked one.

YOU PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO MAKING SURE PEOPLE KNEW THAT WE WERE ALIVE, THAT WE WERE REAL, AND YET HERE WE ARE. said the rabbit.

the shapeless one stood silently.

"Shut up..." The man said limply to the voices.

"You had so many plans, and yet here you are only adressing the universe you created because you feel bad about it. It's "getting in the way"... You always detested when a character was dropped because you felt it was abandoned. Tossed aside... Maybe you identified with that feeling, maybe you just wanted to feel edgy. Yet here you are. Crying at your keybord because you can't help but want to do it yourself. Hypocrite" said the masked one.

"I said shut up!" The man shouted through his tears. The room silent once more. This world he had made, this connection to everyone. Who was he now without it?

"When you no longer enjoy a hobby you should stop."

He had said that time and time again.

"No worries, just do what is right for you."

There were screaming moments of thought when he wondered what if it was real? If he had actually killed and doomed millions of real souls...

it had eaten away at the things he loved. Anything remotely related to the world had been tainted... corrupted...

Not knowing what else to type, the man stood up from his computer, and got ready for work.