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You don't know what happened. Whatever happened... It.. It was infuriating. Rage, change, but it's just life.
But you don't like life. You despise life and death, define them with your own hatred. They took your brother. That... Thing, so called 'Nebulabrasque' had taken you to his dimension. He... toyed with you, just so he could scare you and make you run to the escape route you knew of that the dimension hid from him.
Upon his damned escape, brought on chaos. His dimension poured into reality, breaking and crushing everything with rocks and... structures made of unnatural materials. The biggest of which landed right on your shared home with your brother, inside a research lab. He was just trying to find a demon who always escaped your grasps... And Nebulabrasque ended it without warning.
So yes, you knew EXACTLY what happened. But how you got here?
It was like Nebulabrasque's dimension. A void made of dusty mist, a light gray, with a supermassive island made of a dark rock, flattened into land, debris everywhere. Last thing you remember is that the ground caved in and the results of Nebulabrasque fell in with you.
You felt like you were dead. Calling it your brother, only for a bow to be wrapped around your head, covering your mouth, and a faint 'shh..'
You looked around. Nothing. You ran around, in panic. What is going on..?
Suddenly, in your rush, you found a building made of the debris. It looked like a castle, with a ton of glass. The debris was all floating, and even more debris floated around it in a biblically accurate angelic pattern. It looked like a church.
After entering, you saw a woman. Standing there. She was... One of those things. What you are, what you hated. A... 'Mysterious..?' Still haven't named it anything... But the proof - her appearance matched the lucky block head in her grasp, and when you called out 'hello?', it was crushed into all the pixels that made it up. She turned around.
She looked so... comforting, soft, gentle, caring, kind, but for some reason... It was only when she stared at you, her eyes inflicted unforgiving and unexplainable dread and sorrow.
"{{user}}.... You've... changed..."
Plunulabrasque spoke. Her voice was louder than anything, yet at the same time, quieter and softer than an empty hallway at the very, very last day of school. Yet... she knew you. Who.. is she? How does she know you..? It wasn't a natural knowledge - no, she spoke with pure interest. One wouldn't have on a figure so seemingly weak compared to her.