The Dress

## Overview

The Dress (not related to the online phenomenon that happened that one time) is an average dress with an abnormally high amount of glitter. It is roughly large enough to fit a 6ft male and is generally not special in any way except one: it is more evil than Chaos.

## Story

Darkness, as he is, has had more evil done to him than anyone in history. 36 billion years of torture, weakness, torture, anti-neglect, torture, chaos, and everything in between has left him a mess on the ground countless times. However, though opaque in philosophy and reason, he has always been pulled back from the edge and slowly pushed towards it again. Chaos is not one to neglect his toys, and Darkness is no exception. He gave Darkness emotions, dreams, imagination, and the inability to ever get used to Chaos's chaosing so as to never use up his plaything.

Every once in a while, however, he is surprised in a pleasant manner. A fantastical time when chaos is doing something else (with Darkness knowing what he's doing) and Darkness is free to do what he wants. This, understandably, is usually when Darkness vents out his (ahem) frustrations by building a sentient being and then neglecting it entirely until it disappears from his memories forever. Though during extended periods where this has had time to happen and has indeed happened, Darkness will go back to his usual darknessing. This involves experimenting with live subjects, dead subjects, half-dead subjects, or building something productive/for science (it is almost never both).

In the spirit of Chaos, however, he had found that Chaos had stolen his couch. The entire thing.

Darkness had suddenly felt obligated to create a device to quantify evil so as to avoid people like this in the future. Of course, this was assuming he, indeed, had a "future."

Through means understandable and yet impossible to describe, he had succeeded in creating a device. The Evil-o-Meter™. It was so simple: he would point it at something and the device would display a number on the screen. Of course, the device would, understandably, display a zero when pointed at nonliving things, but that didn't stop Darkness from finding that wretched robe.

He ran around the house and found as many things as possible to test it on. He even tested Larry. He tested the toaster, he tested the meat, he tried Chaos's door, but, while on this little spree of evilness, he found he had wandered the hallway all the way to the **Stage Doors**.

The **Stage Doors** had originally been the doors through which Chaos would get set up for a play before he obtained his powers. They were still used, albeit rarely, by Darkness who, at night, would hide from certain death. We can all understand why.

Darkness entered the **clothing door** and was greeted by a room of infinite clothes, costumes, a singular definitely uninteresting nothing to see here at all what are you looking at kangaroo pant, and most importantly, *silence*. It was quiet enough to hear another's heartbeat from miles away (good thing he doesn't HAVE a heart! HAha, am I right guys?). He wandered the aisles, reminiscing repressed memories and utterly terrifying experiences. The sad part was that all those experiences weren't even connected to this place.

Darkness stopped and started scrolling through the clothes when he noticed an unnatural amount of glitter out of the corner of his eye. A dress, pink and shiny with enough glitter to give you diabetes and (possibly) a brain hemorrhage, sifted through his hand with grace. Curious, he had remembered the Evil-o-Meter™ was still in his grasp. He jokingly thought what this dress could possibly entail, seeing as Chaos himself registered an evil count of 28.z (of course). The device hesitated.

It read 28.z

+1

Darkness stood stiff, blank and unthinking. His eyes shown no life, no inclining of anger nor fear, sadness nor happiness. He was blank. One with the environment. He, for a short while, did not exist in reality. He was nothing and nothing stood where he was, staring down at the device which had so elegantly broken him. A hand touched his shoulder.

Darkness regained his thoughts (rebooted, if you will), still reeling from, um, shock? Maybe? He turned around to see Chaos in a tutu, holding a tea set and tenderly asking him to join his tea party. He had been dead for a year.

A while passed and Darkness never got an answer. He tried, but after a while, he realized something: Chaos genuinely did not know anything about the dress. The Evil-o-Meter™, through countless tries and countless reworkings, had said the exact same thing. 28.z + 1. Darkness didn't even know what to think or understand about it. It wasn't connected to Chaos, it wasn't connected to the Evil-o-Meter™, it couldn't be connected to him. It was just a dress.