A Lone Dungeon Life

"What happened to me...," murmured a confused soul.

"How am I supposed to know?" Inquired the space whale.

"Oh...," relieved the soul twisted his gelatinous form around the best he could to hopefully see a person that could explain his predicament, only to see what could only be described as a brobdingnagian sized whale with too many fins and eyes, "… didn't see you there...," panicking before the creature he blurted out what was on his mind, "who are you?"

"I am me, who are you." Replied the space whale casually.

"Right." Agreed the soul, "I am," following the same line of reasoning of the space whale believing there might be a special reason it didn't reveal its name like in stories about fey and how names have power over another. So, the soul followed the whale's example and introduce himself as, "myself...," and as an after thought the soul asked, "what brings you here?"

"Just floating around just like yourself."

At this the soul was instantly relieved that he introduced himself in such a way and was immediately on guard at what the space whale would do next perceiving the statement as.

"Right..., where are we?"

The space whale confused gestured a flipper, "In space."

The soul looked around seeing the far away white dots which were now that the soul thought about it probably stars, the complete lack of what could possible be determined as a down or up, and the utter emptiness surrounding himself, the soul came to the only 'reasonable' conclusion, that he was in space.

"Ahh, yes it would appear so."

The two floated in absolute silence, the soul because it didn't know what to talk about and the space whale who simply didn't feel the need to break the silence.

The soul in silence watched the eight eyed, six flippered whale look alike wondering if it would be classified as an arachnid due to its number of eyes and limbs.

While the space whale stared back in return at the outermost layer of the multicolored membrane that surrounded the naked soul wondering what the soul was doing so far from its vessel, coming to the accurate, although sad conclusion that the soul didn't have one, much like a puppy without a home so too the soul had no place to call it's own.

But being the upstanding space whale that he was, he ventured forth a proposal, "Would you like to go to a planet to find a suitable vessel."

Not having anything to do and quite frankly not wanting to go through the horrific experience of floating in space till the heat death of the universe the soul said, "Sure, why not."

"Was that a, yes?" The space whale genuinely unsure if what the soul said was confirmation or not.

"Yes!" The soul said with a tinge of mania.

"Hold on tight then," said the space whale stretching a colossal flipper toward the soul. The soul in its blobby form did his best to attach to the touching space whale's flipper with surprising ease, he after all only had to touch the flipper and he felt firmly attached to the whale.

'How long will it take to go to a solar system?' Pondered the soul clinging on the space whale like a barnacle. 'Ten thousand years at least…, probably more though. I'll probably go insane in a few months— no ', the soul corrected himself,' a few days. It's not as if there is anything to do but look at the stars after all, and the… whale… creature… entity… space god doesn't seem like the most talkative type. He seems to be interested in finding myself a 'vessel' though and with any hope he won't shove me into caterpillar or something and call it a day… he might get bored and decide to eat me which would suck.'

The space whale began moving and from what the soul could tell rather slowly for a creature that seemingly lived in space. Although it was not as if he could even tell how fast they were going. Because there was neither wind resistance nor a good point to deduce the approximate speed of the space whale apart from the slight movement of the fin. The soul was on which wasn't a good indicator to how fast they were going. So, the soul condemned himself to wait until otherwise spoken to.

The soul clung on the space whale for a little over ten minutes 'swimming' through space.

This is when the space whale made a click that reminded him that whales had echolocation. The blue shield that suddenly surrounded the entirety of the space whale, although unexpected wasn't out of the ordinary, relatively speaking, but the following click from the space whale followed by a large wave from the front of the space whale's head causing what could only be described as an wormhole on the other hand, not so much.

The world on the other side of the wormhole was largely blue, due to water though the soul, with three from what the soul could see, and no surroundings orbital body's, 'how would cultures and oceans be effected without a moon,' wondered the soul not have much to do but contemplate his new life on the planet.

The soul remained silent waiting to be addressed.

"I need you to enter my mouth." Said the space whale plainly.

The soul cautiously agreed not want to be left in space hundreds of thousands of miles away from a planet as a blob.

The soul easily unstuck himself from the space whale's flipper and did his best to wiggle his gelatinous form towards the space whale's mouth with no success.

"Propel yourself with your energy." The space whale helpfully commented.

"Right… how do I do that?" Asked the soul.

"By propelling yourself with your energy." The space whale added.

"Right…" trailing off in his equivalent of a head 'how do I do that.' The soul once again attempted to try and wiggle it's self towards the mouth of the space whale ending with the same result, he had not moved, due to the vacuous nature of space. Failing quite spectacularly he tried to take the advice, if could call it that, of the space whale and tried propelling him self with his 'energy.' The soul tried compressing himself before lunging out causing an expulsion of a blueish wispy particles to be expelled from the soul's backside propelling himself forward into the intended direction of the space whale's mouth, albeit rather slowly, it would now only be a matter of time before he would reach the space whale's mouth.

Slowly drifting in space, the soul in no particular hurry compressed itself again and waited to get a good enough angle to push himself into the space whale's mouth.

Again, once properly aligned with the gaping mouth of the space whale the soul expelled its contents away from the space whale propelling itself into the mouth of the space whale.

The soul hoped that the whale had not just gotten tired of itself and decided to eat him. Though he had already resigned himself to such a fate, taking solace in the much worse possibility of the whale just leaving him alone in space. To be in all likely hood destroyed by the green planet's ozone layer when he inevitably is pull into its gravitational pull, though he supposed it would likely be a relief with him probably going insane long before due to the lack of any stimuli.

So, without any fanfare the soul entered the mouth of the space whale. And in the rapidly closed mouth of the whale the soul could not decide which is worse that he'd just been willingly eaten by a space whale or that if he hadn't, he could have possibly gone insane otherwise.

The top of the whale's mouth glowed allowing the soul to see, a small comfort, supposed the soul.

"Touch the tendrils." Said the whale calmly.

'Tendrils…,' looking around the soul saw what the whale must have meant, purple glowing tentacles hanging from the top plate of the whale mouth. The soul used its only means of pulsating to get to the tentacles attached to it as easily as he had attached to the space whale's flipper.

"Now what." Inquired the soul.

"I shall scan your essence and compare the life forms on the planet to your essence to find an acceptable vessel." Replied the space whale.

The two waited in silence for four hundred sixty-two Mississippis, by the count of the soul, not including the thirty or so Mississippis that the soul waited for further explanation only to realize that the space whale had stopped speaking and would not likely not speak until it presumably had a list of possible vessels for himself.

"There is not a suitable vessel above a thirty-five percent match to your essence." Stated the space whale. "Leave my mouth and attach your self once more to my appendage."

Following as directed the soul left the mouth of the space whale and returned to the flipper firmly attaching himself.

"I'm attached now." Said the soul.

Without a word the space whale began moving to a different habitable planet that had the conditions for sustained life. The process of the space whale making a wormhole scanning the suitable planet for a suitable vessel and telling the soul to touch the purple glowing tendrils repeated itself several times.

"What happened to me...," murmured a confused soul.

"How am I supposed to know?" Inquired the space whale.

"Oh...," relieved the soul twisted his gelatinous form around the best he could to hopefully see a person that could explain his predicament, only to see what could only be described as a brobdingnagian sized whale with too many fins and eyes, "… didn't see you there...," panicking before the creature he blurted out what was on his mind, "who are you?"

"I am me, who are you." Replied the space whale casually.

"Right." Agreed the soul, "I am," following the same line of reasoning of the space whale believing there might be a special reason it didn't reveal its name like in stories about fey and how names have power over another. So, the soul followed the whale's example and introduce himself as, "myself...," and as an after thought the soul asked, "what brings you here?"

"Just floating around just like yourself."

At this the soul was instantly relieved that he introduced himself in such a way and was immediately on guard at what the space whale would do next perceiving the statement as.

"Right..., where are we?"

The space whale confused gestured a flipper, "In space."

The soul looked around seeing the far away white dots which were now that the soul thought about it probably stars, the complete lack of what could possible be determined as a down or up, and the utter emptiness surrounding himself, the soul came to the only 'reasonable' conclusion, that he was in space.

"Ahh, yes it would appear so."

The two floated in absolute silence, the soul because it didn't know what to talk about and the space whale who simply didn't feel the need to break the silence.

The soul in silence watched the eight eyed, six flippered whale look alike wondering if it would be classified as an arachnid due to its number of eyes and limbs.

While the space whale stared back in return at the outermost layer of the multicolored membrane that surrounded the naked soul wondering what the soul was doing so far from its vessel, coming to the accurate, although sad conclusion that the soul didn't have one, much like a puppy without a home so too the soul had no place to call it's own.

But being the upstanding space whale that he was, he ventured forth a proposal, "Would you like to go to a planet to find a suitable vessel."

Not having anything to do and quite frankly not wanting to go through the horrific experience of floating in space till the heat death of the universe the soul said, "Sure, why not."

"Was that a, yes?" The space whale genuinely unsure if what the soul said was confirmation or not.

"Yes!" The soul said with a tinge of mania.

"Hold on tight then," said the space whale stretching a colossal flipper toward the soul. The soul in its blobby form did his best to attach to the touching space whale's flipper with surprising ease, he after all only had to touch the flipper and he felt firmly attached to the whale.

'How long will it take to go to a solar system?' Pondered the soul clinging on the space whale like a barnacle. 'Ten thousand years at least…, probably more though. I'll probably go insane in a few months— no ', the soul corrected himself,' a few days. It's not as if there is anything to do but look at the stars after all, and the… whale… creature… entity… space god doesn't seem like the most talkative type. He seems to be interested in finding myself a 'vessel' though and with any hope he won't shove me into caterpillar or something and call it a day… he might get bored and decide to eat me which would suck.'

The space whale began moving and from what the soul could tell rather slowly for a creature that seemingly lived in space. Although it was not as if he could even tell how fast they were going. Because there was neither wind resistance nor a good point to deduce the approximate speed of the space whale apart from the slight movement of the fin. The soul was on which wasn't a good indicator to how fast they were going. So, the soul condemned himself to wait until otherwise spoken to.

The soul clung on the space whale for a little over ten minutes 'swimming' through space.

This is when the space whale made a click that reminded him that whales had echolocation. The blue shield that suddenly surrounded the entirety of the space whale, although unexpected wasn't out of the ordinary, relatively speaking, but the following click from the space whale followed by a large wave from the front of the space whale's head causing what could only be described as an wormhole on the other hand, not so much.

The world on the other side of the wormhole was largely blue, due to water though the soul, with three from what the soul could see, and no surroundings orbital body's, 'how would cultures and oceans be effected without a moon,' wondered the soul not have much to do but contemplate his new life on the planet.

The soul remained silent waiting to be addressed.

"I need you to enter my mouth." Said the space whale plainly.

The soul cautiously agreed not want to be left in space hundreds of thousands of miles away from a planet as a blob.

The soul easily unstuck himself from the space whale's flipper and did his best to wiggle his gelatinous form towards the space whale's mouth with no success.

"Propel yourself with your energy." The space whale helpfully commented.

"Right… how do I do that?" Asked the soul.

"By propelling yourself with your energy." The space whale added.

"Right…" trailing off in his equivalent of a head 'how do I do that.' The soul once again attempted to try and wiggle it's self towards the mouth of the space whale ending with the same result, he had not moved, due to the vacuous nature of space. Failing quite spectacularly he tried to take the advice, if could call it that, of the space whale and tried propelling him self with his 'energy.' The soul tried compressing himself before lunging out causing an expulsion of a blueish wispy particles to be expelled from the soul's backside propelling himself forward into the intended direction of the space whale's mouth, albeit rather slowly, it would now only be a matter of time before he would reach the space whale's mouth.

Slowly drifting in space, the soul in no particular hurry compressed itself again and waited to get a good enough angle to push himself into the space whale's mouth.

Again, once properly aligned with the gaping mouth of the space whale the soul expelled its contents away from the space whale propelling itself into the mouth of the space whale.

The soul hoped that the whale had not just gotten tired of itself and decided to eat him. Though he had already resigned himself to such a fate, taking solace in the much worse possibility of the whale just leaving him alone in space. To be in all likely hood destroyed by the green planet's ozone layer when he inevitably is pull into its gravitational pull, though he supposed it would likely be a relief with him probably going insane long before due to the lack of any stimuli.

So, without any fanfare the soul entered the mouth of the space whale. And in the rapidly closed mouth of the whale the soul could not decide which is worse that he'd just been willingly eaten by a space whale or that if he hadn't, he could have possibly gone insane otherwise.

The top of the whale's mouth glowed allowing the soul to see, a small comfort, supposed the soul.

"Touch the tendrils." Said the whale calmly.

'Tendrils…,' looking around the soul saw what the whale must have meant, purple glowing tentacles hanging from the top plate of the whale mouth. The soul used its only means of pulsating to get to the tentacles attached to it as easily as he had attached to the space whale's flipper.

"Now what." Inquired the soul.

"I shall scan your essence and compare the life forms on the planet to your essence to find an acceptable vessel." Replied the space whale.

The two waited in silence for four hundred sixty-two Mississippis, by the count of the soul, not including the thirty or so Mississippis that the soul waited for further explanation only to realize that the space whale had stopped speaking and would not likely not speak until it presumably had a list of possible vessels for himself.

"There is not a suitable vessel above a thirty-five percent match to your essence." Stated the space whale. "Leave my mouth and attach your self once more to my appendage."

Following as directed the soul left the mouth of the space whale and returned to the flipper firmly attaching himself.

"I'm attached now." Said the soul.

Without a word the space whale began moving to a different habitable planet that had the conditions for sustained life. The process of the space whale making a wormhole scanning the suitable planet for a suitable vessel and telling the soul to touch the purple glowing tendrils repeated itself several times.