Day Three of the October One-shot Challenge! I was going to write up something else, but I couldn't think of specific details for it tonight. I'll try to think of them for tomorrow. Instead, here's another phobia-based thing. The fear of being forgotten/replaced. Also a bit of backstory between Jay, Chaos, and Void.
When Void introduces her to the little… thing, she glares down at it. Because, deep in her core, fear starts to well. Void has never created another like her – or anything that, like this thing, is more powerful than her. Fear blossoms in tiny flowers that grow and spread from her the knot in her stomach, to an ache in her chest and a threatening burn just behind her eyes that she knows is unacceptable.
He will replace her.
This is the first time Void has ever introduced anything to her, and she is terrified that it means that she, like the other things Void has created, is going to be replaced. Shoved aside. Forgotten. Unmade and destroyed because she will no longer be his best or his favorite creation. This thing will rip away her spot and destroy her, and she despises it for that.
So she glares at it and stays mute, because certainly, Void will not want to hear her displeasure voiced.
When Void leaves the thing with her, she teleports it away – to some far-reach in the realm that will allow her to be free of it. It will be fine; it's a void-born. The Void can't possibly harm it, and as for its maker? He will never have to know.
But, curse the damn thing, it somehow gets teleported back to her, and blinks up at her with its curious eyes, silently wondering what had just happened to it. She scowls at it and tries again, only for it to reappear moments later. As she continues to try, she begins to feel more and more desperate to be rid of it – but nothing she does is worth more than a brief moment of respite from it and its gaze. She nearly screams in frustration and anger and loss because it will replace her if it stays.
As a final act of desperation, she grabs its arm and takes it to the Overworld, disappearing as soon as it has wandered off to inspect something. She knows that she is condemning it to death. When Mianite finds it – and he will – it will be killed. The God of the Aether has no tolerance for anything relating to the Void, and certainly none for anything pertaining to the Void's current ruler. The thing will be done for upon sight, and if it happens to run into Mianite's little Guardian, it will be killed much sooner than she expects.
Unfortunately, the thing is teleported back to her again, and only now does she notice that it is an enderman teleporting it from place to place. She does not know why the enderman thinks it will be safe with her. Clearly, she has no desire for it. Perhaps, though, the kind goddess Ianite believes Void can do some good with his little thing.
She does not share Ianite's belief.
Void returns shortly after and pats the thing on the head. She stifles a growl, listening as praise spills over Void's lips for something that it has done that she has apparently missed witnessing. When Void turns his attention to her, she expects to hear good things as well, and perks up eagerly for the praise she anticipates. Instead, Void scolds her. He waves a hand dismissively as he dictates the newest plan he has for her and sends her off to do some task that lacks the urgency his previous ones have held.
Ever obedient, despite the negative response, she teleports away to oblige him.
As time passes, the tasks Void sends her on become increasingly more menial and his praise falls flat. When he does offer her compliment, it borders on basic and uninterested acknowledgement. He stops thanking her for the tasks she completes, and the time he spends with her becomes less and less as the boring, simple jobs become more and more frequent. It is as if he does not want her in his realm for longer than she need be.
And that horrifies her.
