Meeting the Merciless
The silvery mist swam around Gameknight999. He stalked through the Land Of Dreams, waiting for some evil being to appear at any moment. He had suddenly appeared here. All he could think about was Crafters voice floating around in his head. As if on replay, over and over again he heard Herobrine’s daughter, Herobrine’s daughter.
This was bad. Very bad. If she was as bad as her father, the world was doomed. She would know by now not to try and go to the physical world with him. Even if she didn’t know, who was to say she wanted the same things?
“Gameknight…” he heard. “Great,” he thought. “Now I’m hearing things!”
“Gameknight…” he heard again. Gameknight froze. That was not in his head. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” “Show yourself!” He yelled. At first, it was quiet. And then, the same feminine voice called out sweetly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Gameknight glared at the empty air. “And why not?” He challenged. “All in good time,” the voice said sweetly. “All in good time.”
“Where are you?” He yelled. “I’m everywhere and nowhere,” the voice said calmly. “I am the past, the present and the future.” This last word dragged out into a slow hiss. “I am the sky. I am nothing. I am everything. I am as insignificant as a silver fish, I am as important as life itself. The world rotates around me. The world has forgotten me.
“I am the Void. The Void is me.”
“And I come for you.”
Suddenly, the air seemed to be full of thousands of winged terrors. No, millions. They screeched at him, screamed and screamed and he screamed too. Little evil bats. Horrible evil bat demons. And then they all scattered in front of his face, as two evil swirling balls of light that glowed like the sun came closer and closer and he knew the end was near.