The world turns... As it does. Fire burns... As it does. But why? Why do we do the things we do? Why do we lie? Cheat? Steal? Why do we help the poor? The needy? The homeless? It's all so... Pointless. We all die, in the end. Be it at the End of Time, or at the beginning of a life. We all suffer. We all die a little inside, every day. So, why continue? Why not just end it all? The entirety of Creation... Gone. With everyone in it. Everyone in their Judgement Place, be it Heaven, or Hell.

Harmony, or Chaos? Which one to choose?

One can only be used for good, while the other works with a dual-edged blade. But, then again, what is life without both? The Chaos of life itself, and the Harmony of Love?

Time...

A fickle thing. Unlike most people believe, time is not s strict progression of Cause to Effect. It is more of a... Ball, for lack of a better term. Full of things and events that Wibble-Wobble around. Places that exist momentarily, and creatures erased from Existence itself. People that smile, but are filled with rage, and hatred. Beasts of metal, hell-bent on destruction. Monters of Stone, and Men without Skin. Ponies, walking upright. Zergs, a peaceful race. A Janitor that does absolutely nothing and hates everything.

Life...

What is it? A time to be judged? A time to prove yourself? Something of no importance at all?

Mortality...

Something I do not know. Why was I played this hand, in the Poker Game of Life and Death? Why can't I go out in a blaze of glory, with my dying words inspiring my comrades? Why must I bear this curse? Why must I be Destroyed?

Monsters...

Creatures of the Dark, they are called. But, I am a creature of Darkness, yet I stand in the Light. Why? Why can I not just stay on a side? Why am I forced to do unspeakable things, and then things that save Existence? Why must I carry this Burden?

I am Toxic...

I am the Last of the Elder Gods...

And this is the story of how I, and the Chosen, saved Time itself.

Author's Note

This is Toxic. He is... Toxic, for lack of another term. Deadly, but perfection.