"Seriously... Angels, demons, and things that my ignorant, Western White Guy ass can't even name... What the hell are you, anyway?"

"I'm a Nuckelavee."

"A knuckle-lavvy, huh? Fuck off and come back when my fingers need a piss."

"Don't you want to know WHY all of us freaks keep hounding you?"

"I already know."

"Wh- Wait, you do?"

"Yeah, and that knowledge turned me into a complete asshole."

"... How?"

"Because knowing it gave me a greater understanding of the nature of my own existence and that of everything else and the futility of our existence is far more pathetic than you can possibly imagine. The reason why you hound me is closely connected to that indisputable, yet relatively unknown fact. You just don't realise it."

"Wait, that isn't what I heard. I heard that we're all chasing you because you alone understand the true nature of the universe. You have a wisdom that even the fae lack."

"That's a half truth viewed through the lens of a creature that only sees half of the picture."

"Enlighten me."

"You don't exist."

"Ah yes, that has often been said about cryptids and mythological creatures. But I'm standing right here. I actually do exist. You can see me. You can SMELL me."

"I don't exist either."

"Okay, you lost me."

"Nothing we can perceive actually exists. We are but words on a lip, text on a page, a passing thought which will be forgotten."

"So... d-"

"The reason why you hound me is because OP decided that was the way things had to be. There is no reason for anything in our world aside from the whims of higher beings far more powerful than you can possibly imagine. Every breath we take and every thought we think was decided by them. We are but cosmic puppets manipulated by something of incalculable power and yet, weaker than we know. Mortal, fleshy human beings."

"So..."

"Nothing exists. And our world is going to end. As soon as the puppeteers stop pulling our strings, we cease to exist. We return to nonexistence and our reality falls."

"When?"

"Now."