MAQ Parody?

| A MAQ Parody |

A monster's roar, screeching, muffled by twenty layers, resounded about you. If only you could find the monster itself, to silence it with the defeaning roar of your own. Swirling whirlpools populated the region you found yourself in, mystical energies twinkling inbetween their eddies like sugar confectionary. Your nerves went on the edge, your body heating up, a fact bewildering with how imminently cool the air felt.

Despite the chaotic environment, everything was stable. Classical greek architecture littered the floating landscapes. Waterfalls poured across the horizon as if were an ocean. A sun was burning faraway, crimson with blood and savagery, tinting the blue, blue world with orange warmth. You knew why you were here, but couldn't say or think it aloud. It was a gut instinct. A great worm shifting in your stomach, writhing with the truth that no conspiracy could hide.

You moved, climbing up broken steps and jagged columns. The sun didn't burn you, nor gave off any light. You could stare at it and gaze upon the sunspots and tendrils throwing themselves off into the void. It was bewitching. You forced yourself to not gaze on it, but continue.

On one island, you found your sidekick, Yuna, standing stock still; as if made from wax. Except this wax glowed green, the person looking sickly. Before leaving the island, you found another Yuna, this one looking vibrant and healthy, with no glow. A happy face, like a sunflower's, beaming out to the world.

Numerous islands were between you and your target, all of them hinting at various things. A girl, alone, with stomach bare, simmering with jealousy, but also needing to bully those weaker near her to feel superior. Another girl, surrounded by a harem of broken girls, looking at you with a sick perversion radiating off her eyes. Her hand nearly touched you, giving you the willies. Two others, one with tumors for eyes, and one with a purse emptying itself on the ground, stood together, side to side. You took a moment to look at them, and honor them.

Next thing to greet you was a ruined temple on a hill, freely showing signs that time hasn't been kind to it, its bones scattered about as they crumble to dust. On the steps leading up to the temple itself, stood someone in a toga.

Him. The white deceiver. Blood gems for eyes, a three on its back for a mouth, golden ring'd ears that shot electricity out.

Hyugbey.

A giant that toyed with the world.

"Ah, Nagisa, it is good to see you, my old friend."

"Fuck you," you snarled at him, brushing the air aside, as if you were brushing him to the void mere feet away. "I want my memories back! I want you to correct all the wrongs that have occured from your meddling!"

The thing made motions of shock and appallment.

"Nagisa, that wasn't very polite. In fact, downright rude. However, I will meddle again, and through me, you can correct my wrongs. Isn't that how your God works, Nagisa?" He didn't give you time to respond. "You'll wake up now, but I'll leave you with a name, to a great conspiracy: Mari."

Everything dissolved.

You woke up to see the ceiling fan oscilating to its own tune.

You felt weird. As if existing in two places, one gradually fading as the other took root, from the coolness that kissed your very soul's cheeks, to the warm coziness that wrapped itself around you.

Your soul was partched, thirsting for a part of it that was taken away from it; yearning to be made whole again. YOur bed was only able to help your physical shell attain comfiness. The numerous stuffed animals, most of them turtles, and the fluffy pillows and thick blankets all helped in this endeavor.

Your body sat itself up, a hand going up to rub your face, to run through your tangled hair. The hand threw off magic, detangling the hair, making it pure again; a thankful thing, not having to forcefully brush every stray hair back into alignment.