Hermitcraft One-shots (Requests are open!!)

The Void is Calling you back for home.

It was suffocating. The void was suffocating. The darkness of the void..

His throat was already raw from screaming as he would repeatedly die. He wasn't even sure if he was dying over and over anymore. Everything still hurt, the void had killed him in more than one way. Physically torturing him and mentally destroying him. It could go from his skin being peeled off slowly or the void pulling at him until his limbs came from his body. He let the void fill his lungs as he went limp. 

The air didn't feel as heavy. It was suddenly bright. He was used to the void showing the destruction he had caused to everyone. The look on his parents' faces before they passed stung as memories flew by. Fresh tears clung to his cheeks right before they flew off with the other memories. He dropped down to his knees and wrapped his tail around himself, wanting the memories to stop. His ears lowered as he was forced to watch the memories fly by.

The last memory before the void would play as if it was in real time,  it happened again. He was being thrown into the void, getting a fuzzy glimpse of the trees behind him. The sky was bright and the air started to shift.

This time he wasn't falling backwards and all he could see was a blur. He was thrown out of the void and onto hard green concrete. There were gasps around him as he stumbled to catch his feet. It felt colder but warmer than the void here, it was the wind. He felt like he needed to throw up. There was mumbling from people behind him, no, beside him. Wait no, it was all around him. He quickly turned around, reaching as if on instinct where his sword would be. It wasn't there, he was helpless. Where was he.? He got more light headed as he lifted his arm up to block the sun. He was sore all over.

He tried to get his eyes to focus as the mumbling got louder, he could hear the typing of a communicator near him. More people started to appear, especially ones in shining, purple armor. It hurt his eyes and stomach to look at. He felt way too hot as he stumbled away from them. He needed shade. He barely made it to the treeline before collapsing onto the ground. A few hands grabbed at him, some small and soft, some big and rough. The main hands that went under his arms to catch him were scarred and strong. His vision was darkening before he could get a good look at the man that had picked him up to carry him.

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He awoke in a dimly lit room, small glowing stars on the ceiling. It was a lot better than the void and a lot better than the bright sun outside. He let himself relax as he glanced out the dim window, the sun slowly rising up. How long was he out for.? He averted his eyes from the rising sun.

His stomach growled as a sharp pain was shot up through his body. His eyes felt wet and he was starting to quickly burn up. He quickly sat up and grabbed the nearest trash can he could find, dry heaving into it as if he had anything to throw up. His back was facing towards the door as it slowly creaked open. A shadow appeared in front of him as the man behind him got closer. A smaller shadow followed behind. A smaller shadow saw him freeze up and motioned for the other bigger shadow to stay.

"We're not gonna hurt you Ex.. As long as you don't hurt us, okay hun.?"

As Stress slowly approached him, she gently put her hand on his cold pale cheek. Ex's hair was all the way down to the middle of his back and it was knotted up. He didn't know how to respond before she gave him a warm bowl of soup.