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Monster who ate time
April 2nd, 2024 06:12 pmWritten to the prompt by Making Up Monsters — Monster who ate time
This is the last one, but somewhere I have tucked away more monster + time prompts that could continue the series someday…
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
World-ending catastrophes have a way of happening eventually. Things just go that way. All the things in the world—including but not at all exclusively the sentient and sapient presences—take turns invested in and actively trying to turn away world-ending catastrophes, but one will eventually happen.
The eventual part was a concern. If She stopped time, then the world wouldn’t end. If She stopped time, the world wouldn’t be happening. It wouldn’t be collapsed on itself or on hold, it would simply stop and not be happening.
And She didn’t want to start time back at the beginning. She didn’t want to undo or redo a single moment of Her girlfriend’s existence. A girlfriend with a too long tail, saw tooth talons and spikes and teeth, a less wiry less greasy more soft more fluffy bloom of fur on its chest. A beautiful, putrid girlfriend who She loved so much.
And so She didn’t hesitate the slightest at the offer.
And in the void of world ended by catastrophe, where existence was gone, it still existed. She wasn’t a part of existence because time wasn’t a part of her the way time was a part of existence. And time—a very key part of existence—still existed inside of her. And for them nothing was different. The nothing of world ended by catastrophe was unending love in perpetuity.
This is the last one, but somewhere I have tucked away more monster + time prompts that could continue the series someday…
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
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World-ending catastrophes have a way of happening eventually. Things just go that way. All the things in the world—including but not at all exclusively the sentient and sapient presences—take turns invested in and actively trying to turn away world-ending catastrophes, but one will eventually happen.
The eventual part was a concern. If She stopped time, then the world wouldn’t end. If She stopped time, the world wouldn’t be happening. It wouldn’t be collapsed on itself or on hold, it would simply stop and not be happening.
And She didn’t want to start time back at the beginning. She didn’t want to undo or redo a single moment of Her girlfriend’s existence. A girlfriend with a too long tail, saw tooth talons and spikes and teeth, a less wiry less greasy more soft more fluffy bloom of fur on its chest. A beautiful, putrid girlfriend who She loved so much.
And so She didn’t hesitate the slightest at the offer.
And in the void of world ended by catastrophe, where existence was gone, it still existed. She wasn’t a part of existence because time wasn’t a part of her the way time was a part of existence. And time—a very key part of existence—still existed inside of her. And for them nothing was different. The nothing of world ended by catastrophe was unending love in perpetuity.
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