OC Oneshots

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OC: Bluemoon Tay
Fandom: MCYT
Species: wolf hybrid thing idk what I was thinking when I made her

"What's in the Void?"

Zihra looked at me. "That was random."

"I know," I said. "But I'm wondering."

We sat at the edge of my stupid little pebble of a floating island. Our legs dangled into the void.

"Toxic gas," Zihra answered. "It kills even Watchers. Nothing survives down there."

"But how are you sure that nothing lives?"

"That's a question I used to ask a lot," another voice said.

We turned to see a tall woman, clothed in grey, behind us. Zihra gasped. I sighed. "Listener," I said. "What do you want this time?"

"You're- you're the fugitive-" Zihra stammered.

The Listener ignored her. "For the last time, you can just call me Hal."

"We are not on a nickname basis," I reminded her, and then turned back to Zihra. "Zihra, meet Hallene, also known as the Listener. Hallene, Zihra."

The Listener sat down on my other side. "As I was saying, the Void has never been studied. We really have no way of knowing what lives there. We assume it has a connection to the Dream Void - meaning, nothing actually lives there, but everything temporarily visits."

"Boatem," I said immediately. "In the Eighth World Moon Crash. Boatem made some sort of space suit. They survived."

Zihra blinked. "Huh?"

"They were a... special case," The Listener said. "Scar had my power, and he made the space suits. He was able to enchant them."

"So, in theory, Watcher magic can help someone survive the Void?" I asked.

The Listener nodded. "The Dream Void lies in between all worlds, separating but also connecting them. It is quite literally the absence of reality. Watchers are experts at using that gap to expand what exists and create something new."

"So... they can breach the Dream Void and get to other worlds."

"Yes. They can. Why do you ask?"

"And they can use the Dream Void to get into dreams. Of people in other worlds."

"Yes... oh."

There was a silence.

"Your plan had a flaw," I muttered.

Zihra shifted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I crossed my legs so they no longer hung into the Void. "It means the Watchers can get back into the Overworld and I'm here for nothing."

For once, the Listener was quiet.

"Is that a bad thing?" Zihra asked timidly.

"If only there were a way to contain the bad and free the good," the Listener sighed.

I paced the island. "We need to warn them somehow," I said. "Watchers One and Two are still out there, the people in the Overworld could be in danger."

"I have an idea," the Listener said, and then, in typical Listener fashion, did not elaborat. "Let me think on it for a while. Try not to worry too much. We both know that your friends can handle themselves."

Try not to worry?

The Listener could have told me to fight a Wither and I'd happily go into battle. But not worrying? That was an impossible task.

The Listener spread her wings and flew off, leaving only two feathers and a whole lot of frustration behind.

"I hate her," I grumbled. "She's almost as dramatic as Ren."

Zihra awkwardly patted my arm. "I have no idea who Ren is," she said. "But you mentioned Watcher One and Watcher Two. They were horrible not only to the Admins, but their own people as well. Whatever you're trying to do to stop them, I want to help."

I looked at her. "Are you sure?"

She shrugged. "No."

"Me neither," I admitted, then stared down into the Void. A ticket out of the End was so close, yet so far.

I hated depending on thr Listener, but... well, here I was.

I sighed again.

Here we go again.