At one point before there was Everything, there was an all consuming Nothing.

And just as suddenly, or perhaps ploddingly (after all, the tools to describe time didn’t exist yet) there was Something.

A small Something, two small Somethings, but those two small Somethings made the entirety of existence and in their own way were all consuming. One Something faded into the background, so diluted in its own essence many would argue for eons to come if it even existed. Of course it existed. It was the first Something.

The second Something in comparison was bright and boisterous, such words needing to be invented just to describe it. Curiosity for the void and the first Something that would never die, just redirect. This Something was concentrated, preferring to look at the nothingness around it with fresh eyes it had carved out of the existence they just made.

‘Made’

What a novel, and new concept. Making things. It was unheard of before them for there was nothing to ‘hear’ when there was nothing. Nothing turned into Somethings, and the Somethings turned into Everything.

The first pieces of Everything came in a pair, just like the first pieces of Something; and just like Something they could not be more different. The first Something made their Everything to brag, the start of a rivalry that would have no end. While the second Something made their Everything for a more innate reason; for the joy of creation. They just found out they liked doing that.

The second piece of Everything was made from colors, his hair and eyes a vibrant hue. The first wavelength of light weaved into his eyes, as if stealing them from the stars that do not exist yet. The second Something invented smiling as it looked down at it’s colorful creation.

“My, my, you’re a lot bigger than I intended- Oh well! So? How does it feel?”

The second piece of Everything looked up at it’s creator, made in it’s image as Everything begins to realize it can feel. It’s hands open and close experimentally as Something laughed quietly at the sight.

“Feel…. what?” The creation asks, voiced hushed and monotone as it learns how to use it’s voice.

“Feel, well you! Does it feel alright? You’re my first, but I was determined to get it right on the first try!” Something says, proudly puffing their chest.

Everything looks up, blinking slowly as they adjust to existence. “It’s… fine? I don’t…. know if I would know it was wrong…”

The cute owlish blinks from such a large figure have the creator giggling once more, especially as they go on a confused tangent. This creation was so silly! They liked it! 

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then. So- Question number two, who are you?”

“….who?” The creation echoed, brows knitting in its first bought of confusion. “I… Don’t know…”

Red eyes look up at a figure much smaller than his own, but with a presence far more imposing. This piece of everything has been alive for hardly a minute, yet the need and reverence to avert his gaze seemed baked into his very soul.

Even with it’s gaze adverted, Something can’t help but smile fondly at it’s confused creation. It’s endearment is worn plainly on their features, like a mother encouraging their child.

“That’s alright. You’ll figure it out eventually, I’m sure of it. Perhaps that was too big of a question right when waking up? Hah- Lesson learned I suppose!”

Slowly, vibrant red eyes seem to trail back up to Something’s face. It listened intently to it’s creator, hanging on every word despite the apparent shyness.

“…Who are you?”

Three words, and suddenly the Something looked frazzled. It hadn’t bothered to name itself yet, why would it need to when the only things in existence were ‘them’ and ‘I’? It was time for the creator’s gaze to dart back and forth, a hand coming up to cup their cheek as their fidgeting died down into a spirited laugh.

“Well… I suppose I don’t know either? Say, how about we find out together?”

The hand cupping their cheek reaches down to the large Everything, still sitting where he was made. The piece of everything blinks, as if only now realizing he could move from the spot. Without hesitation, his hand fills Something’s as he’s lifted up from where he sits, a small echoing smile now found on his own features.

“Okay… I think… I’d like that.”