Big Book Of Sjips One Shots

Lost And Alone (S)

A part two to the previous story, written by someone else(they did get permission, don't worry :) )

TW: Angst, Depression

Sjin curled up on his side of the bed, sobbing violently and clutching his pillow like a life line. He'd just gotten the confermation from the man 'Xephos'. It was like all the nightmares he'd been cursed with over the past few days had become real all at once. Sips was gone. It wasn't just him losing the diary, or the diary burning up. No, the diary remained, but Sips was gone.

It felt like something had dragged a cinder block across his heart. The only feeling was pain and depression. He was alone again. Being alone wasn't new to him. He'd been alone for years before finding the diary. Sjin was use to the fact that he only had himself. But finding Sips changed his life. Finally, after so long, he had someone to talk to. After so long he felt a bond with someone. He hadn't realized how dependent he'd been on that bond until it broke.

Sometime in the night Sjin managed to calm down enough to fall asleep, salty tears drying to his cheeks. When he woke up, he wrote one last entry into the diary and began packing his things.

Though he'd never said anything to Sips, he'd decorated his home to become suitable for two. It was really just for Sjin to be able to imagine that Sips did live with him in Dawson's Towel. When he wasn't writing to the man through the diary, Sjin would go along his normal routine, only he would imagine that Sips was working with him. He'd begun talking aloud as he farmed, and even started preparing two meals at dinner time. At night, he would put a mount of pillows on theother end of the bed and pretend Sips was next to him.

Everything in the house reminded Sjin of Sips. That's why he had to leave.

With everything he needed for survival on his back, the brunette left the town and headed over the Dawson's Crack and past the jungle, looking back more times than he'd like to admit.

When he reached the hole that he'd found the journal in, he stopped to remember that day. He'd been so excited to hear from the stranger who'd passed by before him. It made him believe he wasn't alone. Sadly, he never found the man. He'd most likely moved on long ago. However, it was then that he had the idea to make his own diary. And that's when he meet Sips.

Sjin quickly pushed the memory back, along with the tears that threatened to flow. Pushing on, he made his way out of the jungle just as the sun set below the horizon. Unfortunately, what he found before him was a wide desert, which was already crawling with creatures. Deciding that braving the desert would be suicide, Sjin turned around the climbed up a tall jungle tree to spend the night in.

Trying to fall asleep meant allowing his mind to wander, which was the last thing he wanted. So instead, perched from above, Sjin spent the night scoping the desert with his bow and arrows, practicing his long range shooting with only one incident with looking at endermen.

Halfway through the night Sjin's weary eyes spotted something in the distance that he hadn't noticed before. As a cloud passed over the moon, all light vanished from the sky. Sjin had been about to nail a creeper when this happened and was able to spot it. In the middle of the desert was a small hole partially covered with sandstone and wooden planks. The light of a single torch illuminated the inside. Sjin's heart skipped a beat at the sight. Another person? Most likely the man who'd left the other two journals.

In a rush of adrenaline, he gathered his things and made his way down quickly and clumsily down the tree. Making a mad dash past the zombies, dodging arrows from all sides, Sjin ran for the hole.

He hated to admit it, but he'd become dependent on having another person. Though nobody could ever replace what Sips had been to him, his body craved the comfort of socialization, and in his emotionally weakened state, he didn't have the strength to go without it like before. So like a baseball player slideing onto home, he hit the ground, tumbling into the hole with a thud.