Oh god, what am I doing...? *sighs* I've brought this upon myself, my obsession with this fandom has drove me to do something drastic: actually write a fanfic for it.
It was a slightly normal day; Zoey was swimming in the pool, which was the only thing that stayed in one piece after the Ender Dragon attacked, and Rythian was inside what was left of the magic room, recreating the magical items Zoey'd lost in the prison.
Rythhhiiiaaannnnnn... a hoarse, dark voice called out.
"Zoey? Was that you?" he called through the crumbling walls of Blackrock. He doubted this to such and extent he almost didn't ask, but he did.
"Was what me?" she called out from the pool.
"Nothing..." he mumbled.
C'mon, Enderborn, I know you can hear meeeeee... the voice taunted in a strange tongue. He shuddered. I'm hearing things, he told himself, paranoia from the attack.
Zoey walked into the castle, dripping with water from the pool.
"Hey, Rythian, wassup?" she chirped happily as she rung her blazing red hair out.
"N-nothing..." he spoke, trying to seem normal, but he was sure his voice faltered. Luckily, Zoey was already not paying attention and chatting to red mushroom.
"Yeah, George, that's a great idea! Let's go see what Paul and Ringo think!" she ran off. Rythian wanted to release the breath he'd been holding in, but there was no relief to feel. The voice continued to persist, and more and more voices began calling out for him, and in trying not to listen to them he found himself feeling unable to move. When walked back in, now holding John, she noticed he hadn't moved. At all.
"Rythian?" she said, concern growing in her voice. The sound of her voice barely broke the almost sound-proof barrier of all the other voices in his head.
"Yes, Zoey?" he forced himself to unfreeze, and return to his magic.
"You alright...?"
"Yes..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
"Alright..." Zoey hesitated, but turned to go down the ladder to mineshaft and start figuring out what she needed to deactivate the nuke.
You will come home. the Queen will make sure of this, Enderborn.