my master is calling (stays my hunger with a burning meal)
Originally posted: 14th June 2024
Fandom(s): Minecraft, Skyblock Kingdoms SMP
Characters: Marma1ade, The Void, Mentioned Teaish7, Mentioned OSSHA
Relationships: Marma1ade & The Void
Additional notes: Vomiting, minor character death, minor as in not important cause shell respawn, sentient void, conversations with your deity, prophet of the void Marma1ade, prophet of the void Teaish7, im pretty sure im the first sbk fic on here, at least that i could find, which means i get to make up the tags, mangrove witch Marma1ade, mangrove witch Teaish7
Summary: void
/vɔɪd/
noun: void; plural noun: voids
1.
a completely empty space.
"the black void of space"
2.
an emptiness caused by the loss of something.
"his loss leaves a void in the community"
or something empty calls out to marma1ade to prevent a great loss. she agrees. Finished, 1/1 chapters, word count: 1,191Original author's end notes:so i hope you liked that! i watched all of marma1ade's sbk videos and ive grown a little obssessed tbh. the premise of the smp is really cool and ive actually never watched any of the people on there before so im having fun seeing who suits my taste. i really reccommened picking it up! it only started a month ago so you can be in on all the lore as its happening! more people need to watch cuase its shaping up to be really fucking cool!!!!
i havent actually watched teaish cause shes stream-only i think so im not sure if shes heard the void. if she hasnt, assume that in this fic she definately will. titles from your master is calling by pink turns blue! its so funny that this year has been my most active year for fanfics in A While when im literally doing exams rn. theyve been going pretty well so far tbh, better than i expected at least cause i suck ass at studying. could have done better on my irish and my art but if you add the oral exam for irish i think i still did pretty solidly and art is only like 30% so idk. i mostly just cant wait for this to be over, only 2 to go!! wish me luck lmaoIt’s hard to sleep when the void is screaming in your ear. Marma1ade is learning this the hard way. She supposes that Teaish might be learning this as well but despite her agreeing that the Void needs to be fed, she hasn’t ever actually mentioned hearing it, so Marma1ade isn’t actually sure. Or maybe she has, it’s hard for her to think past the monumental headache that’s plaguing her. She laid down to sleep maybe 15 minutes ago and she had nearly fallen asleep then and there. Then the buzzing started. Just low and faint and seemingly comforting with its pleasant little hum. Thinking back, maybe it’d been trying to be polite about the need to consume or maybe it was trying to be enticing. Who knows? Just because she can hear it, doesn’t mean she speaks its language. The buzz had been lulling her to sleep when it started getting louder. Harsher. Like static that wanted you dead. She had wanted to move when she first realised what was making the noise but. Well. The noise is grating and it feels like it's shredding her brain to pieces. She’s nauseous with it, with the sheer shrillness of the Void’s shriek. Her limbs have locked up with the kind of instinctual, animal-like fear that clawed its way out of whatever hellish hole her ancestors exist in. Her heart hammers as the Void wails and wails and keeps on wailing. She gags on the panic as it chokes up in her throat. She can’t move. Not a finger, muscle, eyelash. “S-stop. Please, please, Void. Stop”, she stutters out through her clenched jaw and even just that hurts. Knowing she’s actually safe doesn’t mean that the bloodcurdling soul-deep dread she’s feeling isn’t affecting her and she’d really love it if it stopped for just a moment. It’s wail grows a little more insistent before settling into something just barely this side of bearable. Less horrific wails of the damned and more nails on chalkboard. Distinctly uncomfortable and goosebump worthy but better. Marma1ade blinks for the first time in far too long and the tears that had gathered there silently stream down her face. Her stomach makes its displeasure known once more and she rolls over and off her bed, landing harshly on the wood floors on her hands and knees. Right on time for her to vomit up baked potato chunks and some sort of… black ooze? Which is very concerning for a variety of reasons. Maybe, hopefully, it’s just regular vomit ooze and the darkness is contorting it to suit its whims. Yeah. Yeah, that’s a far better explanation than her vomiting up a thick, pitch black liquid out of nowhere. Yeah. She can’t focus on that too much anyway. The Void screams its incessant little song. She pushes herself up to her feet, swaying with the effort. Drops her things in the nearest chest. Walks out the door. Down the steps, barely avoiding tripping. Then a simple beeline to the edge. The noise is louder here, a hissing quality present. She breathes for a minute, letting her throbbing headache settle. “I’m here, don’t worry! You won’t have to be hungry for long, promise.” She whispers as she stares at the deep expanse of the Void below her. Maybe she’s imagining it but the scream seems appreciative now. She steps off the edge. Finally, silence. There’s the expected pressure that squeezes oxygen out of lungs and extends the right amount of power on that pitiful mortal body of hers so that her heart eventually just… pops. What’s not expected is that when she opens her eyes, it's not to the roof of her hut and the stink of vomit. It’s to nothing at all, really. It’s almost like floating, she thinks. The space around her doesn’t even seem to have colour, it’s just empty in a way she’s only known the Void to be. But that’s impossible because you can’t survive in the Void. That’s not how it works. Which means that she can’t be in the Void, plain and simple. (for someone who proclaims herself a witch, you are quite incapable of accepting the impossible) The not-quite-a-voice voice seems to echo throughout her head without ever being spoken aloud. She has no idea what it is but she feels offended anyway. She is a very good witch who is good at doing impossible things and this voice’s challenging of that is very rude. (don’t worry, witch. you and your coven sister’s abilities are part of why i chose you. i don’t doubt you) “Chose us?”, she thinks back at the voice us, “Chose us for what?” (for devotees. for prophets. for followers. whatever you may call it) “Devotees…? Does that mean that-” (that i am Void? yes) “But the Void doesn’t talk! It just- It screams til I feed it properly! This isn’t that!” (you are in my domain, witch. i can do as i please. though i apologise for the screams. it is not easy to be heard) “Let’s say that, okay, you are the Void. Why am I here? Where is here? Why did you choose me a-” (slow. not everything is for mortals to know. i will not answer every question. however, you are here so that i may thank you for adapting to prophethood so well. thank you. and so that i may grant you a goal to achieve) “I- you’re welcome? I didn’t think I had the right to reject you. Can I ask what the goal is or…?” (you didn’t have the right. the goal is to ensure the natural order of the world. there are many forces that wish to prevent me from feeding. from surviving. they use those of a mortal predisposition to enact their will. stop them no matter the cost) “Do you mean OSSHA? I knew the railings were why you were so annoyed! I suppose that I can see how they’re disrupting a balance. We’re meant to fall into you every so often naturally, right?” (yes, witch. those pests have been draining my strength with their following of orders from beings beyond them) “But can’t you just force us to fall so you can feed? Break blocks from under our feet?” (nothing tastes better than willful sacrifice. either on the victim’s or perpetrator’s part. accidents have a certain flair of power. doing it by my own force? i use more power than i gain, witch) “Okay. I guess that makes sense. So you want me to fight against OSSHA and feed you to ensure you can keep powerful?” (did i not already say? do you not agree?) “I was just checking, of course I agree! It's a great honour to serve the Void. I’m sorry for all the questions, but do you want me to tell Teaish this too? Because I can but- (i will speak with your coven sister soon, do not worry) "Alright! Actually, since I agreed to this and all will you stop breaking our bridges? It's really annoyi-" (if that is all for the reasonable questions then i believe it's time for you to-) Wake Up.