Blasphemy? The Color thought, wondering why the Thomas of Jeffer sons would do what Harambe had spoken of, nor did he understand why he would do something so heinous as utilize an attack such as 'Sexual Relations - Clinton's Legacy, LEWINSKY BUREIKA' and use it on a being such as Harambe. However, trusting his friend, Blue did not retaliate, did not react, did not make cease the possibility for conflict, for he could, as he was Blue who was
B l u e and
B l u e was Blue, who is
B l u e which is calm, which was related to
B l u e and thus he himself Blue.
Then however, Harambe turned tail, or he would have if he had had a tail, then again, humans could turn tail, and they did not possess the implement either, so he figured that Harambe turned tail--before Harambe released a tremendous noise, a smell, a powerful...deadly, tremendous, stupendous...disgusting flatulence.
It was the gaseous release of stress, of rage, of sadness and grief, of
B l u e, though not of Blue--though its composition was in part
B l u e and thus it was Blue, in its way. His brow (does he have eyebrows...or muscles? Or even a body. Seriously guys, help me out here, what does Blue look like to you?) scrunched up in frustration and disgust, but also pride, and calm, and serenity, and water, and chlorine pools, and swimming pools, and the ocean, and the sky, and all of space, and some of earth, and some of other planets, and ice, and some stars, and all stars--but not the entirety of all stars, just all of them in part--though it also shone in the eyes of children--both gotten and not--as well as adults, adolescents, and the most transcendent of transcenders, the Elderkin and a tear fell from his cheek--and down from his eye.
The tear of
B l u e, from Blue, slipped down his cheek, from his eye, and down to his chin, and down his cheek, and through his back, and into the open abyss of thin air. Blue glanced down at the tear as it fell, as if in slow motion, for to the Blue, for it, for he, for she, it was in slow motion. "H-how could you Jeffer son. Harambe, you told me you would not, but you have. I accept this offering and this request," Blue took form, his tendril, his arm, his crab claw, his talon, his Maecribstrae-in va--not that humans would understand such a biological implement, if it was even biological-- and took hold of the air itself, of the space itself, for space could be perceived as
B l u e, so air could be
B l u e, so it was Blue, and so it was his/its/hers/theirs/xeirs/makalanitorisu madan.
The air shuddered and warped, and unwarped, and a child's eyes,
B l u e eyes, could be seen for a moment--known to all to be those of a gotten child--before the air that was
B l u e, and thus was Blue, which held the power and essence and smell and existence of Harambe, God of Getting Kid, Prophet of
B l u e and the Way of Harembae (ownership's) flatulent gaseous anal release vanished from creation and found its place within the realm of the Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss also known as Hell 5 also known as Tableau, also known as TBEAU, also known as The Vortex where it became an offense to the INFERNAL CHILDBEING itself, but also a brief escape for something that not even Blue could have known would be there...
It was fire...it was...deat--...
Sorry, it was actually...
-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D
Thus, so it was in that moment that Blue shuddered and
B l u e bliped and convulsed. "There is wrong, it is wrong," the Pillar of Color wept, wailed, called, pleaded, and calmly said all in the same breath of the same words/phrase/sentence/dialogue. "
-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D is awake...b-but...he/it/she/they/xeir is/are not my sibling, they are...wrong."
It was then that
B l u e looked at those assembled "We must train you quickly, there is little time. Soon
TM our time will be up." He then looked to Thom Ass Jeff Er Son, "You are not
B l u e," he said simply and then shifted his view elsewhere, at which point he began gazing off into space.
There was no tomorrow.
There was only sad.
