_~*[FriendCraft - A hermitcraft/oc fanfic]*~_

_~*[Prologue]*~_

POV: Ex

I sat in the void, repeating sentences to myself. Why wouldn't I? If you're stuck in an empty, meaningless place, might as well talking to yourself.

But, you see, I wasn't just doing it for fun. (HA! Pulled a sneaky on ya) I was practicing using they/them pronouns for myself! I dunno, using they/them for myself made me extremely happy, so now my favorite thing to do was repeat saying they/them for myself.

"Oh, have you heard about Ex? Yeah, they're amazing!" I said aloud, smiling happily.

"They. Ex uses they." I murmured, imagining when someone would actually use that one. 'But who would correct my pronouns? No body cares about me that much.' I wondered, feeling my stomach twist in sadness. 'There's no one even here to misgender me, let alone correct someone for me.' I thought bitterly, looking at the inky blackness surrounding me. 'Would Hermits even use my correct-' "OKAY NOT FOLLOWING THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT!" I burst out suddenly.

I just went back to saying random stuff.

"Ex? They're a beautiful and wonderful person!"

"Okay but- have you seen Ex's art???? Like- their actually amazing at it." I smiled, thinking about my hobby with art. I loved to draw before I was sent to the void, and I had many sketchbooks on me at all times. When I was sent to the void I still had some, and doodled a lot. Luckily I kept thousands in my inventory, though recently I had started to run out.

"Ex? The best. Their awesome, beautiful, and overall great."

"EX IS BABEY, THEIR ADORABLE!"

"Ex? Mwah, they're a beauty of the world, chef's kiss."

"Okay- so one time my friend Ex did this hilarious thing. They were just building their house, and I snuck up behind them and just lightly tapped their shoulder. They screeched, and I just died with laughter. I don't think they forgive me. yet." I said, laughing as the story unfolded in my head. It had never happened before, but the thought of having a hypothetical friend made me happy.

"So me and my pal Ex did this thing one where we were just drawing, then they show me their work, and it's a masterpiece. Of course I'm surprised, but the weirdest part is that I showed them mine and they thought it was better??? Like my art's good but it's not that."

"On a scale of 1-10 how amazing is Ex? They're about a billion."

"What does Ex look like? In my opinion their at peak androgyny." At that one I just curled into a small ball of happy and giggled for at least 30 minutes. I was just sitting there, giggling happily and just having a good time.

My giggles eventually turned into actual laughing, and I just could not be happier.

But eventually I (with hard work) stopped, and I realized how tired I was. I went to rub my eyes before I realized I still was wearing a helmet. I giggled slightly and yawned, closing my eyes.

I got comfy (or as comfy as you could in the darkness of the void) and tried to sleep. Rest came easy this night (day? Afternoon? Whatever time it was in the overworld) and I feel asleep quickly.