CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The mud spontaneously formed into the shape of a mud monster. It happened every so often, by random chance. This was a new mud monster, young, alive. He felt a sudden rush of awarness. He was awake. He wanted to understand the world. He tried to leave the mud but found he couldn't. He was too weak. He roared. He tried to get out. He was impatient, he wanted to see this new world he'd only just become aware of. A human girl walked by. So soft, so fleshy. HE WANTED TO DEVOUR HER. He roared. She screamed and ran away. The mud was angry with him. It almost pulled him apart, but he manifested again. He felt terrified. He'd come so close to being ended, so soon after coming into being. That wasn't right. Surely that wasn't all life had to offer? He slept in the mud and dreamed darkly.
He was torn apart in his sleep.
A thousand years later, the mud reformed itself in the exact shape of that Mud Monster. He blink back into existence. He could not remember anything of the last thousand years, for he had been just mud. Yet he felt a deep loneliness. He felt empty, as though there was nothing in his future but being mud again, stretched out forever, unable to be. He yearned to leave the pool. He trained himself up this time. Made his mud body stronger. He felt strong enough to leave the pool. He tried...he was sucked back in.
He realised that he was the pool. He let himself disperse this time and didn't try to fight it. He want non-existence.
Other mud monsters came into being over the coming years and centruies, but not him. Not until the very last, when all other life on the planet had been destroyed. Then the mud monster came again. He had been waiting, sleeping. This time he remembered and knew what had happened. He felt young again. The world was his.
He was torn apart in his sleep.
A thousand years later, the mud reformed itself in the exact shape of that Mud Monster. He blink back into existence. He could not remember anything of the last thousand years, for he had been just mud. Yet he felt a deep loneliness. He felt empty, as though there was nothing in his future but being mud again, stretched out forever, unable to be. He yearned to leave the pool. He trained himself up this time. Made his mud body stronger. He felt strong enough to leave the pool. He tried...he was sucked back in.
He realised that he was the pool. He let himself disperse this time and didn't try to fight it. He want non-existence.
Other mud monsters came into being over the coming years and centruies, but not him. Not until the very last, when all other life on the planet had been destroyed. Then the mud monster came again. He had been waiting, sleeping. This time he remembered and knew what had happened. He felt young again. The world was his.
