Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-36159587-20190515005337/@comment-36159587-20190520042340

 Galaxian mentally sighed, realizing he should have noticed earlier he still wasn't alone in...his room. It just seemed so strange, since he never really possessed anything before, something that might seem strange, since he was the God of the Cosmos...but really, nothing was actually his. Not even his own life, sometimes it felt like. He felt like a blip in the universe that didn't matter other than to establish its purpose, then...vanish.

 "That she is," he answered absentmindedly as he closed his eyes, then opened them again. He wasn't even used to there even being a room in his vision. Usually it was just...blackness. Maybe some of the illusions he set up, for company. Sometimes the fluff of Max's fur. But not this.

 He wondered if he would ever have a place to call home.