Big Bang
...?
He opened his eyes in a darkness where nothing could be seen.
No matter how far he turned to look, all he found was the same pitch-black void.
Where... is this?
He gazed around him with something like curiosity.
Where was this place? Why couldn't he see anything? And why was he here at all? The moment he came to his senses, he found himself sealed inside a black space utterly devoid of light.
Any ordinary human thrust into such a situation would naturally have been seized by terror.
But then—
I wonder what's up ahead? It'd be nice if something interesting were there.
He was not 'ordinary,' and he was most certainly not a 'human' either.
Moving his body, he pressed onward, bobbing and bouncing along like a delighted little child throwing a tantrum of pure joy.
However...
...Nothing's changing...
The next emotion he felt was boredom.
For however far he walked—ten days, a hundred days, a thousand—all that greeted him was the same unbroken black.
He halted the organs that would, in a human, be called 'feet,' and sat down where he stood. Then he flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
Not that the ceiling was anything but the same black emptiness as everything else.
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How much time had passed? He began to entertain a new question.
...What does my body even look like?
Come to think of it, he had never once seen his own body—hadn't even glimpsed so much as a hand (?). This black space refused to grant him even that much.
Hmm... I should try touching it.
Propping himself up, he began slowly feeling his way along his own form.
...?
He could feel it—his body swelled, then shrank, swelled, then shrank again. It expanded until his gaze was thrown back toward the sky above, then crumpled down to the size of a speck of dust. He simply hadn't noticed, with not an inch of the darkness visible before him.
...That's gross. I hate it.
He did not like it one bit.
He strained with all his might to stop the endless cycle of contracting and expanding. First he curled his body into a ball and held his breath. Whether 'held his breath' was even the right phrase, since he wasn't breathing, was anyone's guess—but at any rate, he stopped moving.
Yet his body, as if in open rebellion, puffed itself up even larger.
Ugh...!
This time he thrashed about wildly. He sprinted off into the far distance, then rampaged in place like someone dancing madly. But through it all, his body showed no sign whatsoever of calming down.
Grrr...!!!
His irritation began to boil. Irritation curdled swiftly into anger, and anger, before long, hardened into fury.
And all the while, his body was casually mid-contraction, utterly oblivious.
"...Aaagh..... please...!!!"
Overwhelmed at last, he began to scream. It was the first word he had spoken since opening his eyes—but his reason had been shattered by rage, and he never noticed.
His fury swelled larger and larger, until finally—
"JUST STOP ALREADY!!!!!"
At last, brimming with rage, he let loose a howl—
—and in that very instant, a tremendous shockwave burst outward. It rippled on and on, filling the black space from edge to edge, until at last the void could bear the force no longer and shattered to pieces.
And even then his cry had power to spare. It tore through the broken void and kept spreading ever outward, stretching the very fabric of existence—
—a phenomenon that, in the parlance of present-day humanity, would come to be known as the Big Bang.
This tiny, tiny god who had accidentally given birth to the universe...
"..Oh, it stopped, hehe."
...was simply rejoicing that his body had finally stopped moving.