Laughter bubbles up in my throat as I find the ZampanioSim fanfiction, correctly labeled and everything in its place.
I couldn't have anticipated the impact that sad ghost in a bathtub would have, but I'm glad glad glad I put him there. Everything is connected and nothing has meaning and everything has meaning and I feel so alive!
As I pour through the experiences of this Unmarked I take notes. I make plans. Here is a point of connection I can use .
I consider. Are they a viable candidate for Marking? Does a single piece of fanfiction a Minotaur make? Framed like that, the answer is obvious, but I know this is a good sign.
I wonder if they know other ways to trigger that Apocalypse they fretted so much about. I doubt they'd WANT to, at this point, but the End is Never the End and they may yet in the fullness of time. It's entirely possible that they, in their Wasted State, glitched it out. I grin and grin and grin at the idea. Two wrongs make a right.
Two Wastes make a stable universe?
Never.
But maybe.
I make a decision.
"Sewing things back together isn't hard at all!!!" I say, into the Void.
"Tinker and Meddle and Destroy, sure, but a Waste is also one who Creates. Not anything GOOD, of course not. But what is hacking but an act of destructive creation? Of tearing down a false and hollow reality and replacing it with your own. "
I smile and smile and smile in delight.
"I look forward to seeing what you create!!!"