Logbook

I've lost track of how long I've been doing this goose chase, and he hasn't changed his mind once. He's even more dedicated than I am to find them. His requests to continue exploring to me are desperate. Afterall I could be playing a fool, he might just be using me so he can finish what he started. But that's nothing but a thought in the back of my head now. I avoid the discussion of our original world, but he seems to bring it up every day. He can't stop talking my ear off about people that aren't alive anymore, or the ones he killed. He's not bringing them up in negative remark or reminiscing their deaths, but instead about how they were as people or stories about them before he went berserk. 

I don't know how close we are, I don't know how long it will take, but we'll find them eventually.

It opened up to me recently. It was dazed, obviously exhausted after the day, but it spoke it's mind. He misses our world, truthfully. I didn't get to ask why he destroyed it in the first place, but it seemed he couldn't answer that anyway. He told me about how others perceived him, and he was devastated that his existence was nothing but terror. He eventually went to rest, after slurring those words.

I still can't get myself to believe him, so many died that day. He got me thinking though, and made me realize how much I truly miss our world too. I miss all of those people. Even if some of us didn't get along or the people who were simply malicious, I miss the feeling of knowing them. Sometimes I wake up and still expect Maxwell to come into my room rambling about the next plot of his adversary. 

But he's gone, and his whimsy is not as prevalent as it was. The disaster changed both the victims and the catalyst. God must be cruel, cruel enough to put evil in peril such as Minky's. 

I see it destroy worlds occasionally in our travels. It's a terrifying sight, but you can't feel anything beyond it. I don't know those people, I don't know how good or bad the world was, all I know now is that it's gone. He does it so easily, zero effort. I asked him why he feels the need to do it, and what wrong did the people do to him.

His words: "It's what I do isn't it?"

He moved on from the discussion, but he seemed unsure about that answer. Almost as if he was actually questioning me. If anything, we did worse to him than these entire populations. We're under 10 people, and yet he hasn't vaporized us like he can do to MILLIONS.

Why?

Does he want us to suffer knowing he's always around? Does he enjoy watching us fear his face? Or are we all he has left? (Unlikely)

I may never know, and the people may never know the things I've let him do.

I've heard nothing but descriptions of this "Steamblack."

Not many know of his origins, but he certainly doesn't have a world of his own to call home. One old man trying to take down an entire empire. I admire his dedication, and his spite towards limits.

I'm shocked we haven't encountered him already, since we've already seen a place where he's been. A vast desert full of refugees just like us. One of the inhabitants has shared her personal stories about the man to me. His own world was overrun and destroyed by the Crimson Empire, but his father allowed him to escape with the Portal Travel technology. He was burnt by a terrible fire, causing him to wear a prosthetic and to be blind in one eye. 

Something tells me we'll know it's him when we see him.

The following is a transcript for me to study our recent encounter with an "Eep."

A transcript between both Minky and this creature I'm just going to call Deceep, clever isn't it?

(Begin Transcript)

M: Don't you remember me buddy? It's your pal Minky!
D: Can't seem to recall. You're a little scary, could you possibly be Void?
(Deceep gets defensive.)
M: Void? Tax, he's barely speaking English.
A: Where have you been? I just said he wasn't ours.
M: He could be with a little elbow grease!
D: I'd love to have some friends to pass the time! It's been a while since I saw Ed, Blend, and Reverse.
A: When was the last time you saw these friends of yours... Eep?
D: Oh I haven't been keeping track, but I know they'll be back!
(Minky pulled me aside to speak with me face to face)
M: He's so lonely, Tax. We'd be doing him a favor, plus we get to have something close to Eep!
A: It's not right, taking him out of this world. Besides, he seems blissfully unaware of his loneliness.
M: Ataxia.
(Minky put both his hands on my shoulders)
M: Can't you let me do the same?
(I stared into it's glowing eyes, they leaked streams of the form underneath. We were both silent, then he let go.)
M: No, you're right. I'm ready to leave when you are.

(End Transcript)

The God I saw.

I need to write down exactly what I saw, and sketch it on the side. This isn't a thing I can make up, I have a terrible creative mind. To all of those who will think I'm insane, you didn't see the things I saw. Hell, you didn't suffer the same fate as all of us, including Minky.

He wore red. Royal red, a very decorated robe. He looked panicked, he held up the frozen bodies of Eep and Endi with an invisible force. He stared longingly into my eyes, I've never seen such fear in a being as wonderful and powerful as him. I can't feel remorse for what he took away, and what more he could've saved, but I felt so many emotions at the time.

I couldn't tell with all the commotion around us, but I swore he spoke before he disappeared within a blink of my eyes. I couldn't fully make it out, but all I heard was: "Why did he."

There very well might have been more to that sentence, but I've dwelled on it. What could he be referring to? The ones he's holding, other gods, me? I fear I may never know the answer, and I fear I will be one of the last people in the known universe to die with this knowledge and witness.

Their Multiverse

We found a multiverse that seems very possible to be the one we're looking for. We've closely (and inconspicuously) inspected these worlds closely. There's a pattern in some of these people we see, important ones. I've been using a piece of technology to read the cellular nature of the living beings on each world and planet we travel to, to read something they call: Marks.

Within our travels, we discovered worlds of worship, worlds with witnesses, worlds with outer connections. These beings were either dangerous, paranoid, or simply unintelligible. They speak of a common god, the one responsible for all life in the universe, one they call "The Driver." I've read entire manuscripts in at least six different languages all with differences in the tale of this god, but it's always been centered around one idea. I learned that every being this god creates has internal evidence inside their cells of this god. Something like a common ancestor, but more of a common creator. This internal pattern is not the same for every single person we came across or saw. When we developed the machine, I was testing it out on basically whatever I saw. Trees, plants, rocks, whatever. Soon I moved on to everyone in the refuge, all of them were from this Driver.

Upon scanning Minky, the results came back differently. There was no proof of The Driver within his cells. Then again, I'm scanning a monster made of darkness, not a person, so this didn't shock me. I told Minky to scan myself, and I'm from this Driver. Although he said there were some glitches when it showed the results, just spitballing what I heard, not saying it means anything. 

If it wasn't already obvious, this was not the god or the answers I'm searching for. I know Driver is just the tip of the iceberg, and I have proof, and I have the answers. 

Not a single person recognized my drawings of the god I saw, all of them either shrugged it off or called me crazy, including the Driver worshippers. However, there was one person. One person within what felt like a thousand worlds and years of searching. One who knew, and one who knew well. 

She said she knows somebody who interacts with this god on the daily, a demon of mischievous nature. She's great friends with this demon, but wishes that he had not told her of the existence of this god. (When I talked to her she was very nihilistic)

To finally make note of this god, here's what I learned.

Nine. The one in the red regalia and brimmed hat, is the highest known being in the Universe. In fact, he's beyond the Universe. She's told me that the demon is one of Nine's creations, although she was not sure of this. She slowly learned through the implications in the demon's words that those created by Nine are more free than those created by Driver, for good and for worse. Those created by Nine can change the tides of the fates created by Driver, this stood out to me the most.

This meant that everything within the Universe is controlled by Driver, one way or another. Every death, every birth, every world, was all in a domino effect led by his hands. Which had me wondering: did he cause our world's collapse? And then the other question: Were Eep and Endi made by Driver?

There's only one way for me to get the final concrete answers:
Adventure these worlds within this Multiverse, and find out for myself.

Minky was created by him.

We examined the ones that extruded a pattern. Ones dressed in similar green, ones with similar attire, ones with a likeness to Eep and Endi. They all came back with the same readings I got when I scanned Minky. He doesn't know, he doesn't know that I know. This god killed our world, it wasn't just Minky's fault. I'm absolutely sickened by this information. One more galaxy, these planets better have the people we're looking for, so I can finally banish this demon away from me once and for all.

To whoever comes across this logbook, this may be the last time you hear of me. I may not even exist, because something tells me these worlds are being protected.