Post by Zero on Apr 27, 2022 1:32:27 GMT -5
Please understand this. Please try your best to wrap your head around this knowledge.
The person that we see here may look like Zero. May walk and talk like Zero. May even, if you narrow your eyes and focus on them, may even trick you into believing that there is a Zero. The Main Character.
But there is no Zero.
If there were, and they had to describe this situation at hand, they would say that the save file had either been lost or corrupted. They might use other video game references and the like, all in an effort to hide the severity. It was their way, you know? A simple way to combat the harshness of reality, a way to trudge through life while doing their best to remain upbeat.
Yes, that’s what Zero would say if they were here.
But they aren’t.
There is no Zero.
You remember this now.
To determine how the save file for Zero was corrupted is a complicated process. It requires a look into three individuals, all who could be responsible for this event.
Jason Long, the King.
Savannah Andrews, the Paramour.
Dom Morrissey, the Lovestruck.
All have their part to play in the one known as Zero dancing the spiral. This story starts many moons ago, with Jason Long and Savannah as a couple. Then feelings turn towards a darker tone as the two split and bicker. You know the story, of course. Better than Zero did.
Or perhaps this story starts twenty years ago, when Dom Morrissey and Jason Long first became friends. It’s this friendship and closeness that allows Jason to manipulate his friend Dom into going after Savannah one Saturday night. Jason knows that Dom has feelings for Savannah, and uses this as a way to hurt Sav and Zero. The two spend the night together, have breakfast together. A perfectly romantic getaway, were it not for the fact that Sav has confessed her feelings to Zero just the day before. A moment that feels tainted as Zero’s heart breaks upon learning what happened. “The save file corrupts”, the past Zero might say. But the current version disagrees. It’s the heart that corrupts, they say.
Or possibly, and this is the toughest pill for them to swallow, this story begins with Zero. When they first reached out to Savannah, innocent flirting that led to something more. Suddenly they spoke every day, their bond deepening. A late night trip to pick up Sav when her car broke down. Good times at Sav’s self produced show. Perhaps most importantly, the night they held hands and looked at the stars, they night that they knew just how they felt about her. Wishing and wanting and hoping and feeling, all coming together to finally tell Sav how they felt, hoping those feelings were reciprocated. Maybe it was that first interaction that set everything into motion.
The facts remain as such:
Zero and Sav confess their feelings. Sav then goes off to wrestle, and during that trip ends up sharing the night with Dom Morrissey. This is orchestrated by Jason Long, who out of desire to ruin Sav’s happiness, and taking advantage of Dom’s feelings, arranges for the two to meet and subsequently sleep together. And this is all hidden from Zero until they discover what happens almost by accident. From there, chaos ensues as Dom and Sav apologize, Jason enjoys the chaos, and Zero?
Zero cannot remain Zero.
There is a glitch in the data, a corrupted save file, a broken heart that cannot go on.
However you choose to describe it.
They lie in a field where rain seems to solely land on them. MYŌJIN is there, a true friend. They ensure Zero goes back in the house rather than spend a night outside. Myo is good people.
But there is no Zero. Because the hero, the individual, they don’t wish to go on. Not after their heartbreak.
It is Josie Grey who gives them a new name. Josie refers to them as Nul, French for Zero. They then take that name, retooling it as Null. It fits them better. Describes their mindset. And Josie is a good friend.
There is no Zero.
But there is a Null.
Please remember this.
”The past few days have been, perhaps, the most troubling and difficult of my life. From the highest of highs brought down to the lowest of lows, and now, now I have to speak on Advanced Mathematics. As if I have the mental wherewithal to properly speak about Cal, Trig, and Al.
I don’t have the words. I don’t have room in my head to even focus on your three and issue out idle threats, because I’m more focused on my life falling apart all around me while I struggle to keep it all from crumbling around me. I am trying to mend my broken heart while reaching out to Savannah and helping her, to getting the full story of that night from Dom, from getting answers from Jason Long. I am stretched so thin that I am moments from ripping in two, I am dancing the spiral and coming ever closer to the precipice, and you want words about Advanced Mathematics?!? You think I have time to entertain those three?!”
Pause. Beat. Sob. Another beat. Null sighs, shoulders slumping forward in exhaustion.
”I barely have the words to get through the day, and you want me to speak of them. Of this opportunity. Of, what, the slight from my partner Nick Knight? The Hollywood Butcher who has his sixty days planned out as though this is a script that we all must adhere to? Well I’m sorry if I didn’t quite live up to your standards there Nick, sorry if I signed on and have only competed in a dark match. That doesn’t meet your lofty goals, but perhaps we can change your perspective just yet Mr. I’m In This For The Money. Sorry to drag you away from lounging by the pool to compete with the rest of us.”
The tension is thick as Null flips their hoodie back, letting the wild mane of hair flow freely in the night. Still looking in the camera, they begin to pull their hair back, trying to make it more presentable even as they continue.
”You’re doing me no favors here by being on this team and competing. You’re doing the bare minimum to remain employed, so kudos to you and yours. I’m not angry to have been left out of your life plan, because there’s better things to do with my time than be a stepping stone on your fantasy world. I have to piece my own life together, and while it may not fit your grand design, well, thankfully we just have to get through one night before going out separate ways. You don’t need to bother yourself with mentioning my dead name again, we can split amicably, and I’ll deal with getting my affairs in order while you continue to write your Gary Sue fanfiction where you make the Gatekeeper the title to fight for. I’ve read worse. My Immortal springs to mind. But yours is… ambitious. That’s the nice way to say it.”
It’s as they finish that their arms drop, leaving a slightly messy ponytail where the wild mane once stood proudly. Bangs fall to the side as they huff, trying to blow the hair out of their eyes and failing. Whatever. You don’t read this section.
”I can put this issue with Advanced Mathematics to rest, move on with my life, and maybe make sense of everything that’s happened the past few days. All I need to do is make it through these next few days, put them down, and I can go from there. No Trig, no Cal, no Al, no Nick. All null and void. Yeah. Simple.”
It’s on this rather strange line of talking that Null wanders off, muttering low to themselves as they seem to forget that they’re filming. We’re left with just a blank wall for several seconds, their voice getting thin before ultimately leaving a blank video that lasts for another forty seven seconds. Odd.
The person that we see here may look like Zero. May walk and talk like Zero. May even, if you narrow your eyes and focus on them, may even trick you into believing that there is a Zero. The Main Character.
But there is no Zero.
If there were, and they had to describe this situation at hand, they would say that the save file had either been lost or corrupted. They might use other video game references and the like, all in an effort to hide the severity. It was their way, you know? A simple way to combat the harshness of reality, a way to trudge through life while doing their best to remain upbeat.
Yes, that’s what Zero would say if they were here.
But they aren’t.
There is no Zero.
You remember this now.
To determine how the save file for Zero was corrupted is a complicated process. It requires a look into three individuals, all who could be responsible for this event.
Jason Long, the King.
Savannah Andrews, the Paramour.
Dom Morrissey, the Lovestruck.
All have their part to play in the one known as Zero dancing the spiral. This story starts many moons ago, with Jason Long and Savannah as a couple. Then feelings turn towards a darker tone as the two split and bicker. You know the story, of course. Better than Zero did.
Or perhaps this story starts twenty years ago, when Dom Morrissey and Jason Long first became friends. It’s this friendship and closeness that allows Jason to manipulate his friend Dom into going after Savannah one Saturday night. Jason knows that Dom has feelings for Savannah, and uses this as a way to hurt Sav and Zero. The two spend the night together, have breakfast together. A perfectly romantic getaway, were it not for the fact that Sav has confessed her feelings to Zero just the day before. A moment that feels tainted as Zero’s heart breaks upon learning what happened. “The save file corrupts”, the past Zero might say. But the current version disagrees. It’s the heart that corrupts, they say.
Or possibly, and this is the toughest pill for them to swallow, this story begins with Zero. When they first reached out to Savannah, innocent flirting that led to something more. Suddenly they spoke every day, their bond deepening. A late night trip to pick up Sav when her car broke down. Good times at Sav’s self produced show. Perhaps most importantly, the night they held hands and looked at the stars, they night that they knew just how they felt about her. Wishing and wanting and hoping and feeling, all coming together to finally tell Sav how they felt, hoping those feelings were reciprocated. Maybe it was that first interaction that set everything into motion.
The facts remain as such:
Zero and Sav confess their feelings. Sav then goes off to wrestle, and during that trip ends up sharing the night with Dom Morrissey. This is orchestrated by Jason Long, who out of desire to ruin Sav’s happiness, and taking advantage of Dom’s feelings, arranges for the two to meet and subsequently sleep together. And this is all hidden from Zero until they discover what happens almost by accident. From there, chaos ensues as Dom and Sav apologize, Jason enjoys the chaos, and Zero?
Zero cannot remain Zero.
There is a glitch in the data, a corrupted save file, a broken heart that cannot go on.
However you choose to describe it.
They lie in a field where rain seems to solely land on them. MYŌJIN is there, a true friend. They ensure Zero goes back in the house rather than spend a night outside. Myo is good people.
But there is no Zero. Because the hero, the individual, they don’t wish to go on. Not after their heartbreak.
It is Josie Grey who gives them a new name. Josie refers to them as Nul, French for Zero. They then take that name, retooling it as Null. It fits them better. Describes their mindset. And Josie is a good friend.
There is no Zero.
But there is a Null.
Please remember this.
”The past few days have been, perhaps, the most troubling and difficult of my life. From the highest of highs brought down to the lowest of lows, and now, now I have to speak on Advanced Mathematics. As if I have the mental wherewithal to properly speak about Cal, Trig, and Al.
I don’t have the words. I don’t have room in my head to even focus on your three and issue out idle threats, because I’m more focused on my life falling apart all around me while I struggle to keep it all from crumbling around me. I am trying to mend my broken heart while reaching out to Savannah and helping her, to getting the full story of that night from Dom, from getting answers from Jason Long. I am stretched so thin that I am moments from ripping in two, I am dancing the spiral and coming ever closer to the precipice, and you want words about Advanced Mathematics?!? You think I have time to entertain those three?!”
Pause. Beat. Sob. Another beat. Null sighs, shoulders slumping forward in exhaustion.
”I barely have the words to get through the day, and you want me to speak of them. Of this opportunity. Of, what, the slight from my partner Nick Knight? The Hollywood Butcher who has his sixty days planned out as though this is a script that we all must adhere to? Well I’m sorry if I didn’t quite live up to your standards there Nick, sorry if I signed on and have only competed in a dark match. That doesn’t meet your lofty goals, but perhaps we can change your perspective just yet Mr. I’m In This For The Money. Sorry to drag you away from lounging by the pool to compete with the rest of us.”
The tension is thick as Null flips their hoodie back, letting the wild mane of hair flow freely in the night. Still looking in the camera, they begin to pull their hair back, trying to make it more presentable even as they continue.
”You’re doing me no favors here by being on this team and competing. You’re doing the bare minimum to remain employed, so kudos to you and yours. I’m not angry to have been left out of your life plan, because there’s better things to do with my time than be a stepping stone on your fantasy world. I have to piece my own life together, and while it may not fit your grand design, well, thankfully we just have to get through one night before going out separate ways. You don’t need to bother yourself with mentioning my dead name again, we can split amicably, and I’ll deal with getting my affairs in order while you continue to write your Gary Sue fanfiction where you make the Gatekeeper the title to fight for. I’ve read worse. My Immortal springs to mind. But yours is… ambitious. That’s the nice way to say it.”
It’s as they finish that their arms drop, leaving a slightly messy ponytail where the wild mane once stood proudly. Bangs fall to the side as they huff, trying to blow the hair out of their eyes and failing. Whatever. You don’t read this section.
”I can put this issue with Advanced Mathematics to rest, move on with my life, and maybe make sense of everything that’s happened the past few days. All I need to do is make it through these next few days, put them down, and I can go from there. No Trig, no Cal, no Al, no Nick. All null and void. Yeah. Simple.”
It’s on this rather strange line of talking that Null wanders off, muttering low to themselves as they seem to forget that they’re filming. We’re left with just a blank wall for several seconds, their voice getting thin before ultimately leaving a blank video that lasts for another forty seven seconds. Odd.