Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education
(Nothing World—Time: Unknown)
Rasazy's P.O.V.
Rasazy sighed heavily as she stood amidst the quiet, endless expanse of the Nothing World, her patience wearing thin. The sound echoed far longer than it should have, stretching and thinning until it dissolved into the void itself. There was no sky above her nor ground beneath her in the conventional sense—just an infinite, pale emptiness that curved and folded in on itself like unfinished thought. Time had no meaning here, and that, somehow, made it worse for her personally.
This place, this vast mostly empty world, was her home. A realm she had long since stopped questioning. The Nothing World existed outside of timelines, untouched by many things and among those things is time, and the nothing world was the only constant she and her brother have, Selever, when they came into existence. And After countless jumps through alternate universes and fractured timelines, The Nothing world is always where they returned and end up with and From here, they observed: alternate versions of THE Canon timeline , coming to existence through what ifs, different choices, chances, or possible things that could have happened and many more.
Today but that is just merely a guess since there is no way of telling time in the Nothing World, though, none of that mattered. Even with the memory of endless worlds behind her, Rasazy felt the same dull, crawling restlessness she always did when there was nothing to chase. No anomaly to investigate. No divergence worth watching. Just waiting.
Her most recent excursion replayed itself faintly in her mind. Another timeline, another variation, interesting at first glance, but hollow beneath the surface. The Boyfriend was still there as a multiversal constant. So was The Girlfriend . Everything looked right, sounded right… except the rap battles never happened in that timeline at all and thus was the missing spark which made that a timeline felt unfinished and She had lingered longer than usual on that timeline musing, trying to convince herself there was more to uncover, but eventually even curiosity gave way to monotony.
Now she was back, alone in the Nothing World, counting moments that technically did not exist, waiting for Selever to return from his own scouting through other AUs. He always stayed out longer than she did, always finding something or ways to entertain himself. Rasazy wondered, not for the first time, if he simply handled the emptiness better or if he was just better at pretending than herself.
She shifted her weight, the void subtly responding beneath her feet, and glanced at the small, disorderly pile nearby. With a sigh that carried more resignation than interest, Rasazy reached down and picked up one of the many romance novels scattered around her. Dog-eared pages, , dramaticcovers showing moments of exaggerated passion, souvenirs gathered from a hundred different alternate worlds. Normally, she devoured them with ironic amusement, rolling her eyes at the clichés while secretly enjoying the intensity of emotions so rare in her own existence.
She flipped a few pages, letting her eyes skim familiar tropes and writing, but the words refused to pull her in. The Nothing World pressed in around her, heavier than ever before, leeching joy even from imagination itself as 'today', even the most passionate and overly dramatic love stories she normally found amusing seemed so dull at the moment.
As she flipped through the pages, her attention was drawn to something out of place through the corner of her eyes she saw, a notebook, worn and plain, lying under a stack of novels. It disrupted the careless sprawl of colorful covers and glossy paper as it sticks out like a chicken among peacocks.
Then Rasazy paused mid-motion, the novel she'd been turning slipping from her fingers as it falls to the ground while She blinked, then narrowing her eyes. That's odd. I don't remember picking this up...
Slowly, she reached down and grabbed the notebook, her fingers brushing the dusty surface. The texture was certainly different from the others no doubt, as it was rougher, older edge than others, as though it had been handled countless times or left untouched for far too long. A faint layer of dust clung to her skin as she lifted it free. The cover was blank and unassuming, offering nothing to hint at Nor decorations to show and No dramatic artwork as well No gilded edges or ornate bindings like the extravagant notebooks she normally enjoyed collecting from various alternate worlds.
She turned it over in her hands, studying its simple, weathered appearance. The spine was slightly cracked, the corners blunted with age. It looked sooo mundane, almost aggressively so. What truly caught her attention, though, was the title scrawled across the front, written in uneven, deliberate strokes: Fundamental Paper Education.
"What an interesting title for such a simple notebook," she muttered to herself, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
Her gaze drifted downward, drawn to a bold label stuck awkwardly across part of the cover. The warning leapt out immediately, impossible to miss. The text was underlined in thick black ink, the lines pressed so hard into the paper that they nearly tore through, as if someone had been desperate to ensure it was seen by whoever picked it up and as eRasazy stared at the words for a long moment, the corners of her mouth slowly curling upward.
Then she smirked a little. Whoever wrote this clearly didn't know her very well.
Without another thought, she ignored the warning and flipped the notebook open.
In that moment, the world around her dissolved.
The vast emptiness of the Nothing World was swallowed whole by an all-encompassing white light, brighter than anything she had ever witnessed. It surged outward instantly, erasing distance, depth, and direction. Rasazy barely had time to register the change before sensation overtook her, like falling and rising at the same time, like being dragged through layers of space and time stacked impossibly atop one another.
Her body felt weightless, stretched thin across an infinite expanse, suspended in something that was neither void nor matter. The sound vanished. Thoughts become fragmented. The light burned until it abruptly gave way to crushing darkness.
And then, everything went still as Rasazy's vision faded completely and she lost consciousness.
—
The moment Rasazy opened the notebook, something unimaginable occurred. Reality itself seemed to crack, like a mirror splintering under immense pressure. The Nothing World, so stable in its emptiness, so resistant to change, shuddered as fine, invisible fractures rippled outward from the point where she had vanished. Space warped and bent, straining against something that was never meant to be here.
A tear ripped through the fabric of the FNF Multiverse, jagged and unstable, its edges twisting like torn paper caught in a violent wind. The fracture churned with distorted light and shadow, forming a swirling gap that dragged everything nearby toward it. Rasazy, unconscious and defenseless, was caught immediately. There was no struggle, no resistance, only the inevitability.
Her body was engulfed by the chasm, pulled into its depths and sent spiraling through the rupture with no sense of direction or control. Layers of reality peeled past her in rapid succession, worlds flashing by in fractured glimpses as her remaining awareness slipped further and further away. The pull of the portal intensified, guiding her toward a destination utterly foreign to her existence—one far beyond her comprehension.
The Fundamental Paper Education Multiverse awaited.
As soon as Rasazy disappeared into the void, the fracture began to collapse. The violent distortion of space smoothed itself out, the torn edges knitting together as though nothing had ever been wrong. Within seconds, the rift sealed completely, leaving behind only the silent, endless Nothing World, unchanged on the surface, yet irrevocably altered beneath it.
The notebook she had been holding did not share the same fate. Deprived of its purpose, it withered rapidly, its pages graying and crumbling as if centuries passed in an instant. The cover warped, the pages faded, and its form dissolved into nothingness. Within moments, it ceased to exist at all—breaking down into mere atoms, scattered and lost across the empty expanse.
—
Selever stepped through the portal with a satisfied grin, his task of scouting new alternate universes complete. Residual energy crackled faintly around the tear in reality as it sealed behind him, the Nothing World settling back into its usual stillness. As always, he had taken his time—jumping between different AUs, poking at fragile timelines, stirring a bit of chaos simply because he could. It was entertaining enough. Now, though, his thoughts were fixed on one thing.
He was back home, and he was eager to reunite with his sister.
"Hey, little sis!, guess who's back!" he called out, his voice echoing unnaturally far through the infinite emptiness, bouncing off nothing and returning thinner, distorted.
He waited.
He expected Rasazy's sarcastic retort, or at least the familiar prickle of her presence brushing against his senses. Maybe an insult. Maybe a complaint about him being late again. Instead, what greeted him was… silence.
Selever frowned.
His eyes swept across the endless white horizon, his grin faltering as he took in the scene before him. Something was off. Scattered piles of romance novels littered the void, their pages slowly fluttering despite the absence of wind. Some were overturned, others splayed open as if dropped mid-read. It looked less like Rasazy's usual mess and more like the aftermath of a sudden disturbance, a whirlwind that shouldn't have been possible here.
A faint knot of unease tightened in his chest.
"Uh, Rasazy?" he called again, louder this time, irritation edging into his voice.
Still no answer.
His frown deepened. Rasazy loved messing with him, vanishing, hiding, letting him stew before popping out with a smug remark, but this didn't feel like one of her games. The Nothing World felt hollow in a way it usually didn't. Too empty.
Selever floated forward, his boots nudging aside a pile of books as he passed, pages scattering soundlessly. His frustration began to build. "Come on, Lil Sis. Stop hiding. You're not fooling anyone with your usual tricks."
And the only reply he got was silence, just pure silence.
Annoyed, Selever crossed his arms, his wings twitching slightly as he hovered in place. If she wanted a reaction, he'd give her one. He resorted to a tactic guaranteed to rile her up, one she never ever ignores.
"Your fucking romance novels are all utter trash!" he shouted, smirking as he waited for the inevitable outburst of Rasazy.
But Nothing.
No sharp retort. No outburst of anger. No sudden appearance with murder in her eyes.
The smirk faded.
Now, his annoyance began to give way to something colder and heavier. Rasazy wasn't one to disappear without saying something. And if this were a prank, she would've cracked by now with anger, especially after he insulted her favorite genre of books or novels. His heart rate picked up as the realization settled in.
Something was very very wrong.
"That's weird," Selever muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "She would've blown her fuse by now."
His mind raced, jumping from one possibility to the next. Had she slipped into another AU without telling him? Has something gone wrong during a jump? Or an idea he hated even considering, had something taken her? Anxiety gnawed at him, eroding his usual carefree confidence. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he rarely indulged in.
His fists clenched at his sides.
"No matter what it is… I'll find you, Rasazy." His voice was steadier now, edged with quiet resolve as determination overtook the creeping panic. "Even if it's the last thing I do, I'll get you back as soon as I can track ya down."
With a hardened scowl, Selever tore open another portal, unstable energy spiraling outward as reality parted before him. Without hesitation, he stepped through it, leaving the Nothing World behind with a single goal burned into his mind: finding his sister, no matter where she was, and bringing her home.