Tungsten drifted for a very long time thanks to his ship that recycled his energies as fuel and used its own waste as fuel for Tungsten. Maybe it was the indirect consumption of himself, maybe it was the loneliness, but Tungsten was a changed man by the time his ship came to land on the surface of a quark, far away from the one he had left. Why the ship landed was a mystery to Tungsten and it is possible that the ship had intuited his secret desires that had been boiling inside of him for a large part of the end of his journey. Tungsten had realized how he could become more consequential.
When he disembarked the ship, he was greeted by Quarkerts that he had never met before, but who were so familiar, it was as though he had arrived on the Top quark he had left. He laughed while the Quarkerts greeted him and they looked puzzled at one another.
“So it’s true?!” Tungsten exclaimed while he doubled over with laughter. “We really are nothing! There must be an infinite number of us, copied in atomic systems all over the place. We are extremely expendable!”
Tungsten laughed because he had finally snapped.
The Quarkerts who greeted Tungsten were disturbed by his words and some professed their importance. They all wondered who Tungsten was to show up out of nowhere and insult them as he did.
“I am your savior,” Tungsten said, still laughing. “I am here to give your existence meaning.”
Tungsten seized on one of the Quarkerts, and he snapped his neck quickly. All of the others looked on, horrified. Then he ripped the arm from the dead body, yellow-white energy like a viscous blood splattered everywhere, and he began to consume it. Quarkerts do not have bones, they are like sausages, casings filled out by a dense inside, and Tungsten squeezed the inside of the dead Quarkert’s arm into his mouth, then ate the opaque skin. Many of the Quarkerts fled the scene, the ones who stayed watched as if transfixed at the grisly sight.
As he consumed the rest of the body, Tungsten grew in size and his light dimmed ever so slightly. By the time he was done, he was twice his size, and his light was yellow approaching orange as it dimmed from the original white, and he easily seized another victim that he consumed much quicker than the first. When the Quakert authorities arrived, they were no match for the thing Tungsten had become and soon, he had robbed the quark of its inhabitants, causing disorder in the atom in which it resided.
When his light was orange approaching red, he destroyed the atom, robbing it of it’s Quarkerts, and he was big enough to step to another and do the same. Soon his light was deep auburn and he was too big to see the Quarkerts, so he consumed whole atoms instead. Then he realized what the scientists had theorized, that the reality of the Quarkerts combined to form the reality of other beings who would be completely oblivious to the existence of the Quarkerts.
Tungsten was in a world unlike anything he had experienced before, and the atoms he had consumed belonged to a young child that slept in a crib. When he stood over the body, he saw it mutilated and deformed where he had stolen its matter. He picked the body up and finished it, and his form was pitch black. Then he consumed the crib, and then the house, and everyone inside.
Before long, Tungsten was a powerful entity that terrorized the planet on which he found itself. And then he consumed the entire planet.
As Tungsten continued to grow, so did his opposition, and the beings from his parallel of existence worked together to push him out of their universe.
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