Steve Saga Short Stories ♡

The Wrong Company{⭐}

Authors note** FUCK YEAH RAINBOW ANGST. My favorite flavor. Yeah... hurt no comfort. Just angst and sadness. First-person, too. Have fun with his thoughts! Requested by 1hatetomato3s. Enjoy <3

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Void said nothing as I fell flat again, feeling the weighted fall hard as a rolled to avoid landing flat on my chest. Perhaps too cocky of a jump, considering none of the rest had worked, but for me I found the more confidence, the more my body picked up I was trying to fly. Maybe it was more rusty than I thought. This time pain shot sharply up my arm, I heard myself scream but I didn't really hear it from my own throat.

If not for the pain I might have not even realized it was my own, as I rolled over onto my back with a grunt.

"Get up, try again."

"I-I think I broke i-"

"Walk it off." Void hushed from the hilltop "You'd know if it was broken."

I felt a groan fall from my lips as I got up, my legs shaky as I pulled my pulsing arm closer. I could stop the guttural groans that pushed through my teeth, to my dismay and Void's distaste.

"Oh-so dramatic. C'mon. Try again."

I could only hope this wasn't the little bit of power Void lent me rejecting. I had my doubts, as his powers were a polar opposite of mine. "Red" based powers. Mine used to be "blue". He said since I was, of course, Rainbow Steve I should be able to accept any power source. I want to believe him. I mean, he'd lead me through all of the muck that was his lies. He would mislead me, at least not unintentionally. And he was eons old, an elder's elder, a breathing god to chromatic steves. He knows what he's doing right? He's the good guy... right?

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It felt weird, the stuff he used to heal me. It reminded me, sickeningly, of shadow stone. But this was a paste, but smelt and looked and had the energy of shadow stone. But it wasn't, he'd said it was "Power Paste". I think that's just what he likes to call it, I don't think it ever got a proper name. He said it was some redstone, herb, and power mush he'd ground up. Or at least that's all the shit I caught on that it had, whatever he was saying about it kinda sounded like nonsense?

It was really hot, but I guess that's just "red" power for you. It wasn't crazy unbearable I suppose, most of my nerves had been shot by lava and fire charges. Especially my arms, it kinda just felt like he was pressing a heating pad on my arm. But a gross feeling, like mud. I wasn't too concerned, although it did give me some Nether-ly headaches and made my "prophecy scars" burn.

But that doesn't mean the stuffs bad, the scripture was just overreactive. I remember it burned when I got those long- or rather elytras, as Sabre called them. I missed Sabre. I guess those were kinda shady, close by the portal to the Nightmare Palace. But it also burned when we met... Elemental. Well he... he betrayed us. And Galaxy... Galaxy it was right about. But it burned more around Void. But how could Void be bad if he told me how Galaxy was bad? Maybe it was because they used to be the same steve... I don't know.

I tried to ignore the mast amounts of screaming pain when Void's claws hands would grace against my sprained arm for a moment. I tried not to flinch, because it saw how it made him feel bad. I saw the way his shoulders hunched and his eyes averted me the first time I hissed from touching him. I felt bad, I just wanted to give him a hug...

He'd poured out his heart, while still trying to wear his unbothered and prideful face. Telling his story, how Galaxy practically abandoned him. Just like he had Time and Elemental many years after. He trailed away and I saw his body close itself. A fragile place I knew well, something easily hurt or manipulated. It takes guts, when you've already been hurt like he was, to be vulnerable. I could feel what he was hiding... I just wanted to give him a hug.