Summary: DARK!
The voices want to remind Bdubs how dark it is, even if he knows it already.
They keep him from thinking straight, from being brave, from even sleeping.
Glares might be cute, and they might be cool and mossy looking, but Bdubs doesn't like his hybrid traits.
(Author's Note: I wrote this one awhile back and procrastinating on posting it to here... sorry 'bout that.)
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It was night—late night.
Cold too.
Worst of all, it was dark out.
Dark.
Oh darkness.
And dark meant not safe–
OH.
No. No.
Dark.
Why was it dark?
It couldn't be–it shouldn't be!
But dark.
Dark. Dark. Dark!
The word persisted, like that alarm you keep pressing snooze on, telling it "I KNOW YOU EXIST!" yet it's pinging still continues.
Dark.
Dark.
Mobs spawn.
Dark!
The words continued. Though light at first, warning more worried, it was now building. Building to the sharpest sounds, invading any sensible thought.
DANGER!
BED!
NEED DAY!
THERE IS NO BED! NO DAY!
Dark. Only dark. Dark.
And mobs will spawn any minute–
The words fogged up any focus. Leaving any trial to fight back the fearful instinct impossible.
Nothing could be done...
The world would just get darker and darker and mobs would spawn... and then if no bed was found soon, then the phatems would swoop down and—
Death. Lots of death, maybe even a death loop, and nobody would be there to help.
It was too dark.
Too dark.
Dark.
Dark.
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Child's Play - A Hermitcraft 8 AU
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