I haven’t posted anything of quality in a little while, so I thought I’d bring you a one shot :D I’m not all that good at writing but I had a brain-blast and I think I did pretty well on this one. Please enjoy Numb and Void - An Alternate Reality One Shot, one of infinite possibilities of what could’ve happened if Purple had attempted to save Blue and Green instead of leaving them floating above the void. ~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~+~~ King entered the End looking for his sidekick. He had sent her to get a rare item called The Dragon Egg from The End a few days ago and she hadn’t returned yet. He convinced himself he was only going to get the egg himself, but deep down he was a tad worried about her. Minecraft was a ruthless and dangerous world, the other dimensions more so than The Nether. When he entered The End, it was quiet and desolate, except for a few endermen tittering around and the Ender Dragon flying high above the pillars of obsidian, roaring quietly, as if muttering to herself. The egg was sitting on a small pillar of bedrock in the middle of the main island, surrounded by a dark and glittering portal that would take him to The Overworld as soon as he got the egg, and found Purple. King landed on the dusty yellow endstone and began to walk toward the bedrock pillar. He thought it was strange that the endermen weren’t attempting to attack him. Even stranger, they were all hanging around near the edge of the island, as if they were scared to go near the center. No matter, whatever made the mission shorter. As he strode nearer to the egg, the dragon circled above him and shot a ball of toxic lavender gas at him, which he easily dodged using a teleportation command. But the dragon did nothing other than that. Something wasn’t right. This flying reptile was supposed to be aggressive toward anyone who entered this dark dimension, but it continued to circle far above the giant obsidian obelisks. King Orange caught a glance at the dragons glowing purple eyes. They were dilated slightly, an almost worried look, and he was certain it wasn’t worried for him. He looked to the endermen around the edge, catching similar looks from them out of the corners of his eyes, not wanting to provoke them into attack. Something was very, very wrong here. The supposed most dangerous beings in this game were.. scared. Scared of something that was on this island with him. The silence was deafening, now only the flap of enormous wings was the only sound made. Then a different noise broke the silence. A noise he had never heard before, from any mob or animation he had met. Half way between a scream and a laugh, an echoing voice rebounded off the obsidian, making every other sound disappear, even the sound of his own thoughts. “If it isn’t the broken king!” He knew that voice. It was echoed and broken, seemingly multiplied and louder than he had ever heard it, but still recognizable. The only voice he had heard in a long time other than his own. He gripped his staff tighter as his heart pounded. Every part of him wanted to leave, fall through the portal and never return, but he wouldn’t move. His eyes darted around, looking for some kind of movement in the shadows. He accidentally caught the gaze of an enderman, and it began to charge at him. He turned to face it before something appeared behind it. The dark figure grabbed it with arms equally as long and both teleported away. Only a few second later the quiet void echoed with a gut wrenching screech. ‘That’s it’ King thought. ‘I have to get out of here’ He moved his foot nearer to the edge of the portal, and no sooner did something grab his shoulder and pull him back. He was suddenly thrown against the hard surface of the pitch black pillars and stood face to face with the owner of the echoing voice. It looked like an enderman, but nearly twice as tall. Its limbs were covered in strange inky substance that matched the blue-green tinged void that surrounded them both. One of its eyes mimicked its limbs and seemed to be leaking with void colored tears constantly, and it was fashioned with a bright white iris. The other, that matched the dragons eyes almost perfectly, complimented its hair, which was quite fluffy except for a tight, long braid that nearly reached the ground. “..Pur- Purple..?” King said with alarm. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This creature couldn’t be her. But it looked like her, it looked too much like her. “I was wondering if you would come looking for me, or have you just come for the egg..” The being said in the same echoing voice he had heard before, and he wasn’t sure if it was worse knowing what was administering the sounds. “I- I..” He couldn’t seem to find the words. He was too surprised, and disturbed. The being began to step closer to him. “You what. heh, the void doesn’t take kindly to liars, My King.” It said those last two words with such a poisonous tone King began to feel sick.
As it came closer, he noticed that the thing didn’t have a mouth, the void substance was covering it. Instead it seemed to speak through the void itself, or at least the part of it that had infected her. “I came for the egg, yes. But I came for you too! I was worried, you hadn’t come back and-“ “LIES!” The void around them seemed to glow and the voices flowed through it and lingered, leaving a deafening, glitching sound. King Orange felt as if his head would burst if he listened to the aftermath any longer. He moved his hands to cover his ears, dropping his staff. As it hit the ground, a strange sensation washed over him. It was calming, but stiff, if a feeling could be stiff. The glitching sounds had died down, but there was still a ringing in his ears. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the silence in an attempt to stop the ringing, but there was no silence. Behind the rings, a steady pulse of sound could be heard. An alarm. Memories began to flood King’s brain, memories he never wanted to think about again. When he opened his eyes once more, The End was gone. The stone beneath his feet turned into a thin patch of grass, the ringing turned into yelling, and that damned alarm. He closed his eyes again, daring not to look. He knew what happening behind his eyelids. That day was forever ingrained in his brain, the pulsing red lights, the feel of the nylon glass between him and.. Gold.. her screams to be let out, calling out to him desperately. Tears began to stream down his face. He could take this anymore. It was too painful, too heavy, too loud. LET ME OUT. He thought. I CANT TAKE THIS. STOP! ITS TOO MUCH. Suddenly reality came rushing back. He was back in The End, facing down a creature that looked and sounded like the only “friend” he had made after that day. He found that instead of tears, the glittering substance that covered the being was pouring from his eyes, falling to the ground and clumping, seemly having a mind of its own. The echoing voice spoke again, softer than it had even been before, coming from it and it alone. “You feel it now, don’t you? The void gives refuge to those who have been betrayed, lost, broken..” It closed it’s eyes, relishing in the quiet of its own mind. No thoughts, no worries, nothing, only a comforting emptiness. It’s eyes opened again. “Tell me, Your Majesty.. what is your name. Your true name..” True name? What did that even mean? Something about the way it said it made it feel like a riddle. And if he got it wrong.. his mind wandered back to the enderman that had tried to attack him. He shuddered at the thought of what could’ve caused that horrible screeching. “My- my name is MT.?” The smile faded from its eyes. “WRONG” the void echoed. The accumulation of the inky substance in front of him took on a more solid shape, and then split into two snake-like cylinders. He tried to back away, but forgot there was an immense obsidian pillar behind him. The snake-like blobs charged at him and circled themselves around his legs. They began to return their original globy state, but instead of following gravity, they moved up, leaving a yellowed stone behind them as they moved up his legs. Endstone. The being teleported to him and grabbed his shoulder, lifting him off the ground. MT could feel the skin under where the being grabbed him stiffening. “Perhaps your mind is clearer now. I’ll ask you again. What is your name?” The echoed tone returning to its voice. For a moment he believed it wasn’t even Purple talking to him, it was instead his daughter. ..why couldn’t he remember her name? Wait.. who was he just thinking about..? Why was everything disappearing? Why was his mind so.. empty? “Child..of…Void” A voice, barely a whisper. The answer. He understood now. There was no King. There was no him. There were only.. “I am a child of the void.” He said monotone. Purple smiled. “Correct” the voices of the void said in unison. His mind was empty, silent. It was nice, not having to think, to feel. He barely noticed when the endstone overtook him. The void glowed once more, and the being looked upon it with satisfaction. Above, the dragon had stopped circling. She had perched on a pillar, taking care not to hit the crystal floating a top it. Her eyes, filled with fear and sadness, but something else entirely as well. Determination? Bravery? Hatred toward the Void Child? She didn’t know. She pushed off of the pillar, soaring toward the other islands of The End, her bright golden eyes gleaming, lighting a way into the darkness. Void will pay for taking her father from her once again.
