Fate/Water

In the vast, oppressive darkness of nothingness, a simple yet oddly familiar voice echoed through the void.

"What the heck, where am I now?"

A man, who once was entirely human, found himself bewildered as he scanned his unfamiliar surroundings, which were nothing but an impenetrable black neither inviting nor frightening.

"All right, let's not ask too many questions," he muttered to himself, guiding his thoughts away from fear.

"So what happened?"

He pondered his last memories, trying to grasp the events that led to his current predicament. How had he ended up here, suspended in this formless void?

"I remember hitting the water, and then… nothing," he mused, his mind racing to reconstruct the fragments of his lost recollections.

"Why can't I remember anything after that?" he exclaimed, frustration mingling with confusion as he grappled with his blurred memories.

"So, based on that, I must be dead," he concluded, the realization settling heavily in his chest like a stone.

"Bruh, I'm dead," he chuckled, attempting to bring some humor to the grim situation, unwilling to abandon his trademark wit.

"Who am I kidding? This is definitely bad… or is it?"

With a wry smile, he looked around, searching for signs that might suggest whether his current state was better or worse than being alive.

"Well, let's not expect anything incredible to happen," he sighed, surrendering to the endless nothingness as he drifted aimlessly into the depths of the void.

### Many, Many, Many Years Later

"It's either my mental fortitude is impressive, or I'm going completely insane. Just how long have I been drifting in this endless abyss?"

He shook his head in disbelief, astonished by his own sanity. Days, months, or even centuries could have passed without him knowing, stretching on until the concept of time became meaningless.

"So when am I going to get out of here? Wait a minute… what's that?"

After countless moments of questioning himself in this endless isolation, he felt a sudden shift—a twinge of hope in the form of a vague sensation.

"Great, more water!"

Unexpectedly, he sensed it—an expansive, undulating body of water.

"Well, it's definitely better than nothing," he thought, a flicker of optimism igniting within him.

As he reached toward the water, its surface shimmered beneath the oppressive darkness that surrounded him. For a brief moment, it seemed to call out to him.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" he said sarcastically, fully aware of the futility of his words.

"Well, ain't this a tough crowd," he scoffed, making light of the weighty silence.

"So… what now? It's not like there's an entertainment section in here," he lamented, feeling the overwhelming monotony of the void settle on his shoulders.

He contemplated, searching for a way to combat his crushing boredom.

"I wonder what I could do to keep myself entertained?"

The thought sparked a curious idea within him, then he instinctively touch the water.

"Let's see, ah, how about I try making some shapes?"

With renewed determination, he focused his energy, attempting to create a sphere from the water itself. However, the attempt was a dismal failure; the form was unstable and burst into droplets almost instantaneously.

"Well, this is interesting. I wonder what went wrong?"

Instead of feeling defeated, he found himself intrigued by the possibilities.

"Maybe I need to think like the water," he contemplated, the absurdity of the thought wouldn't deter him. Who would stop him? God? (He was careful not to disrespect the Almighty).

"Oh good, it's becoming more stable," he cheered internally as he finally managed to create a sphere composed of "water," about the size of a baseball, glistening with potential.

"Hehe, I wonder if this will actually work."

He added properties of "solidify upon touch" and "explode upon contact with water" to his creation.

"Let's see how far this goes."

He casually tossed the sphere, watching in awe as it sailed through the darkness, soaring around 10 to 13 kilometers away.

"Holy crap, that was way too strong! Better safe than sorry, I guess. Wait, where's the explo—Jesus Christ!!"

As the sphere struck the surface of the water, it detonated with a force he had not anticipated, creating an enormous mushroom-shaped cloud that ominously resembled two notorious atomic accidents from history.

"Thanks, Oppenheimer," he thought, a sardonic smile crossing his face as he acknowledged the infamous legacy of destruction before returning his focus to the chaotic aftermath. The explosion triggered a colossal tsunami, towering between 500 to 600 feet high and surging forward at an alarming speed of 60 miles per hour.

"It was a good short life I had," he murmured, resigned to the impending disaster rushing toward him.

"Wait, can't I just stop it? Stop right there!"

He raised his hand, commanding the incoming wave to slow down, and, to his astonishment, it obeyed—though it didn't come to a complete halt.

"... RIP."

As he uttered these final words, the towering wave crashed into him. Instead of succumbing to unconsciousness, he merged with the water, feeling a strange sense of liberation.

"Huh?? What the heck? Please help me, I'm underwater!"

The realization struck him in waves—he was alive… or at least he felt alive. Glancing upwards, he saw the tumultuous surface, but opted to remain still, waiting for the chaos to die down.

"Note to self: don't do that without practice!"

### One Hour Later

After what felt like an eternity, he resurfaced.

"Now that I take a good look at myself, I'm completely made of water!" he gasped, awestruck. "And I don't have a mouth, ears, or nose—just these glowing blue eyes. Yippee!"

He took stock of his appearance: he stood at two meters tall (approximately six feet nine inches) and resembled a human figure, though entirely composed of shimmering, translucent water, devoid of any typical human features except for his radiant eyes.

"Well, it's certainly better than looking like a generic harem isekai protagonist!"

Embracing his new reality, he gazed into the horizon where the dark ocean met the expansive void.

"It's beautiful in its own comforting way," he exclaimed, standing relaxed, listening to the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing softly around him.

"This is my home now. It's strange to say it out loud, but…" he chuckled, the warmth of acceptance enveloping him in a tranquil embrace.

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Why does he know jokes rather than the plot of the story? Memes—the DNA of the soul—that's why.

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