Disclaimer: I do not own Pac-man. I seek no profit from this work of fan fiction.

The Pac-man

The Pac-man awoke. The darkness began to fade. Its vibrant yellow form started to take shape. The eternal maze started forming around it. It had been awake for eternity but only now could it sense its own existence.

The before times were coming to an end. The darkness had gone. The quarter had fallen into the slot. Fallen deep into the abyss of time.

Slowly but steadily, the endless cycle of the game started to turn, the white dots forming along the eternal maze. The colorful fruits were ripening in the center. The heavenly song began to emanate around it, repeating without variation into endless eternity.

The gnarled specters began their clockwork patrol. Their jagged jaws left a trail of hunger. Their evil eyes scanned the blue walls of the maze. Their objective, their duty, their destiny, given to their thoughts by some higher power. It was to find The Pac-man. To end the Pac-man. Make it return to the darkness. That was all they knew.

The Pac-man did not see. It did not hear. It did not feel. It did not think. But it knew.

It was all in its knowledge. The knowledge it had come to know in the single moment of its birth. It had been born from the darkness. It would return to the darkness. It would devour the specks of white. It would avoid the grisly spirits of the maze. That was all it knew. Nothing more than destiny. Destiny placed upon it by some higher power. Unchangeable, unremoveable, unpredictable, unwritten destiny. Nothing more. Nothing less. Only destiny.