It was weird, at one moment Nize was swallowed by the liquid bone mass and next he was out, still in nothing, but there was a massive presence somewhere down. Something so familiar and at the same time so alien Split for the first time desired to run away. A bit further in the black empty the other Nize floated, pointed in the emptiness below them. The black nothing slowly started to step away, revealing something hiding in it. That something was a Hollow of gargantuan proportions, thousands of different size mouths and eyes littering the formless blob of flesh and tentacles. Yes, this thing had tentacles, countless, each adorning one or another Hollow mask. There were gashes along the creatures body from which the liquid bone mass with souls flew out and into nowhere. Nize recognized this beast as The Source.
”Once defeated, it now lies calm and obedient. But do you remember how much pain it caused us along the way. Do you remember the suffering?”
The male asked with no hatred or hurt in his voice. Only slight amusement and light smile on his lips. Nize knew about what he spoke, but felt confused about the plural use. There was no “us”. Just “him”.
”You know, I wasn’t there yet. You were the one controlling the body, not me. You were the weak one.”
”You were there. Like I was with you since you left the pod. It was part of you that allowed me to fight. Cause we are all one, even if one leads.”
There was a huge growl as the huge blobs tentacles came at the two, the other not even attempting to fight while Nize tried resisting. Both were pulled in the creatures giant mouth, darkness again swallowing all. Next he knew they were in Hueco Mundo, the white sand being blown by a calm breeze and moon shining as bright, as it always had. For once Nize could truly feel his heart trying to escape from his chest while the other seemed unphased. No surprise there.
”Remember when we wondered these deserts alone. Weak and scared of everything. Desiring home, warmth of someone.”
Pass both dog sized Hollow, similar to how many pictured imps in story books, walked on all fours. Time to time the little thing would sniff air around him before moving forward. This was once Nize, Hollow body with no goal, but to survive. Though, the creature released a weird, excited noise, climbing in the hands of a large, muscular man with Espada’s uniform and broken jackal skull on his head. The Hollow wrapped both his hands and tail around the male and seemed happy. Hollow feeling joy without killing. Nize felt something only from memories, loneliness.
”Bi showed us what friendship, feeling of being wanted meant. He showed us the world wasn’t just what we saw from hunting and being hunted. He saved us.” Nize looked at the other, still clutching his chest from the strong emotion filling him previously. With a grunt, letting his gaze fall down on the white sand the male whispered.
He heard the other tsk and suddenly something of a sand storm surrounded both just so it would clear moments later. They were still in Hueco Mundo...Or it’s memory, but now everything seemed darker, more heavy. And in front of both was huge pillar of white and black fire, small Hollow in the middle, grabbing his mask and pulling with all it’s strength. There was screams almost Human coming from it and heat almost unbearable radiating. Nize looked with wide eye, knowing how the bone of the mask felt to the touch or flames on his skin. ”It was just after...”
”Just after we killed Bi in The Sources madness. I would have never done it. It was all you. I never would be brave enough to die, but you were. Hollow is never one even if we feel like it. That’s our curse, though, we can overcome it to become something more. You tried to die to save others. You may not think like it, but you had control faster then you think.”
The Hollow ripped his masked and everything went dark.