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Inaudible - Ex and Xisuma - (1/2)

TW: HOPELESSNESS, SUFFOCATION (MENTIONED)

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Xamidimura didn't know what was up and what was down. There was no center of gravity in the void, the whole point of the empty space was to get rid of everything, including gravity it seemed. At first it had hurt his brain and his stomach, forcing up the last of what was remaining in his stomach after he had been banned.

Man, with no gravity that had been gross.

Xamidimura had lost track of the time. There was no sun, no moon, much less clocks and handy-dandy calendar apps. He just knew it had been a long time.

A very long time.

Truth was, the void was getting tired of him. He was getting to be an old thing, much less interesting and exciting than when he had first appeared.

He was glad for the helmet he kept clasped around his head. It had a filter of sorts, one that he had used to explore caves with lava, heat, and smoke seeping from cracks to get that single extra diamond or iron. That had been in the overworld. But he needed it constantly in the void.

Flashback

Ex leaned over to see his boots, tipping in the empty space around him and gently twirling around. He quietly hummed "Lemon Boy" by Cavetown as he spun around in the empty fuzzy grayness. His voice was the only sound, winding from his figure and spreading away from him as if searching for any other noise out there. There was absolutely nothing else.

The pressure of the void around him was suffocating, so the best he could do was distract himself from it.

Ex was tired of this. Ex was bored of this. Ex knew he messed up, but he didn't think he messed up this badly.

In a spur-of-the-moment act, he reached around to the back of neck, his humming cutting off as he felt around for the clasp of his helmet. A suction-y, sucking sound reverberated through the air as his fingers found the buckle and pressed against it. He tugged the helmet off, shaking out his white-silver hair and reaching up to comb his fingers through it. Ex spun the helmet in his fingers so he could study the visor.

Ex rubbed his thumb over the side of the transparent material. The helmet was made of mostly metal, dark red in color and dented in some places. At one point it had been identical to his brother's except for the very obvious color difference. Now Ex doubted anyone could guess that they had ever been similar. Years of Ex putting himself in dangerous situations and getting into trouble had taken its toll, and he remembered being careless with the helmet in other situations multiple times as well.

Now he thanked the heavens it wasn't broken. It reminded him of home, even if rust had started sneaking up around the edges.

He was so caught up in the moment, it took him a while to realize that he couldn't breathe.

End of Flashback

Xamidimura never thought about Xisuma anymore. He never thought about home when his fingers brushed the rusted metal around his head. He never thought about the End or the Nether or time he had spent in the Overworld.

He only thought about breathing.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Exhale, ha. Like Ex. Ex made a lot of mistakes, didn't he?

Xamidimura isn't Ex, though. I've moved on. I'm Xamidimura. I only breathe.

But if I were Ex, I wish I could apologize.