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The Abyss was quiet, it was always quiet, was it not. Never changing, forever dormant, there was no reason for it not to be. The Abyss was alone, she had been for over a century. One day she didn't exist, and the next day she did. The concept of she was strange to her, but it just felt right. She had knowledge she never learned, she just does. She was the void, she was the Abyss, there was no reason to question, she just was.

She continued on that way for over a century, another word she just knew. Nothing disturbed her, so why care? But what was this she could sense? Void, so alone like her, but so small unlike her. Why was it there, and not here? Why was it not with her? Should it not be with her? No, no she was the void, void was to be with her, she… wanted this void to be with her.

For the first time in… well… ever, she arose, eight glowing white eyes appeared in the dark. She burst through the caves that held her, speeding towards the void that wasn't with her. The void being the only thing guiding her through the grey wastelands.

A little boy was currently up against a rock crying for his mom. His ankle was sprained, cuts and scratches covered his body. His clothes were in tatters, tears were streaming down his face. There was no one there for him now, no one to hear his cries, no one to mourn him when he dies. No one to remember him, just another casualty of the unforgiving wasteland.

It was so close now, that little bit of void that was for some reason not with her. She would take it back to her caves, somewhere nice, dark, and safe. But what was this? Was it… why was it sad? She could sense this void was in great distress... It was hurt! Something had hurt her void!

This revelation caused her to increase her speed. To an outside observer, she would appear to be a large mass of pure darkness in an otherwise grey landscape. Any stones or dead shrubs were shattered as she moved past them, and if she found that the harming of her void was done by someone… they wouldn't be someone for much longer.

She was so close… what was that strange sound she heard? No… no she knew, a word she knew, but had never needed to use until now. The void was crying, Why did her little void cry? She needed to see what was wrong, she had to make it better.

The boy's crying was interrupted when he heard a rumbling noise getting closer and closer. He looked to where it was coming from, he saw a giant mass of darkness with eight white glowing lights. It was approaching him rapidly, the boy was scared, he tried getting up, but his malnourished limbs wouldn't let him.

The darkness got closer, and closer, and closer, until… it just stopped. The darkness stopped, and was towering over him, those eight white lights looking down on him. The boy shivered, what would this monster do to him?

The Void looked down at the small void. It was radiating fear and distress… what was wrong? She moved a small tendril to the small void. It quivered in fear as it got closer… was her small little void afraid of her? That would not do… what was this? There was something else there. It was not void, something that should not be there.

Getting a better look at her little void, she noticed it did not look like void, but the void was unmistakably there. There was just something else, infecting, subverting, DILUTING , her small little void. She picked… him… up, yes, it was a him, she saw it in his little mind. So small, so precious, so fragile, so broken.

Her little void struggled, but she held firm, he was hers, her little void, hers to take care of, hers to fix. He was the only thing she could say was hers besides herself. It made her feel… happy… that was the word, happy, he made her happy.

The Void had entered her caves once more, with her small void in tow. Along the way she had casually, and carefully, flicked through her little voids memories. She decided that she didn't like these memories, too much… pain? Too much sadness. Sadness wasn't good, pain wasn't good, these memories were not good. Her little void shouldn't have to be stuck with these not good things.

Her little void was still trembling, fear… fear was not good, her little void shouldn't be afraid. Her little void was so… broken, and diluted, that most certainly wasn't good.

"A-are… are you going to e-eat me?" A voice asked her.

It was her precious little void's voice, they said words… she knew these words from his precious little mind. Her precious void asked if she was going to… consume him? Harming her precious void was the polar opposite of good, no, she was not going to eat him. In fact, that very thought of harm coming on to her precious void was the opposite of good.

The Void entered here precious one's mind, and for a lack of a better term, plucked out the thought. It wasn't good, her precious little void was good, not good things shouldnt dilute her good things.

"What… what was I talking about?" Her little void asked.

It was time to speak with her precious void, using the words she had taken from his little mind, she formulated sentences the best she could.

"Not good things.." The void rumbles.

"W-what!?" Her little void says in shock, like he had just realized she was there.

"P-please d-don't eat-"

No, bad thought, go away.

The boy groaned, he couldn't formulate his thoughts, all he could register was a large and dark presence in close proximity to him. He wanted to be afraid, but whenever he did, it just… disappeared.

"Stop thinking bad things my sweet void" The Void once more rumbled, it was a simple request, stop diluting yourself, it isn't good.

Her sweet void was now confused. That was ok, confusion was acceptable, fear of her however wasn't.

"My name isn't void… its Jacob" Her little void said.

Jacob… entities within her void's memories called him Jacob, including the ones who cause not good feelings… fear… pain. No… he wasn't Jacob, he was her precious little void.

"You are my sweet little void" She asserted, tendrils wrapping around him, to cause… comfort, yes, comfort. Comfort was good, her little void should have more comfort.

"Please, I just want mommy, let me find mommy" The boy said, despite his malnourishment.

The Void considered her little one, mommy… mom… mother… A female parent… parent… one with children… children… offspring. She was female, or at least, it is what best suited her. Her little void was of the void, she was his mother… that thought sparked happiness. It was a good thought.

"I am here… my child" She whispered, squeezing slightly.

"Huh? But you aren't my mo-"

Bad thought, bad thought.

"Shhh…" The void said, she would have to come up with a solution to her little void's bad thoughts. Bad… opposite of good… useful word. However continuously removing these bad thoughts may have adverse effects on her little void's mind, it was so small and fragile.

There was still pain in her precious little void… hunger… caused by lack of proper consumption. What could her precious little void eat to stop feeling this bad thing? Hmm… the Abyss give strength to those of void… she was 'born' with that knowledge.

A small tendril extended to her precious little void's mouth… he held his mouth shut, but the tendril was able to pry it open. The tendril moved to the back of her little void's throat, causing him to gag. The tendril dripped a few void droplets, which her precious void reluctantly swallowed.

The boy shivered, he felt the cold going down his throat, and into his stomach, but… he also felt energized… and less hungry.

"Does that feel better?" The dark being asked.

"Y-yea" The boy stuttered.

This was good, her precious little void was feeling better. That was good. A void tendril ruffled his… hair, which she understood to be a sign of affection.

"W-who are you?"

"I am your mother" The Void stated, the mere fact that he did not know that told her how badly he was diluted. But that was ok, she could fix him, her precious little void.

"But… but my mom said she… couldn't afford to take care of me" The boy said slowly. He remembered vividly, how she and a group they were with were arguing, he didn't know what they were arguing about. But when they were done, his mom said she had to leave him…

"I never said that, my precious void" The Void said in a matter of fact tone. Who would put such a bad thought into her little void's head? She was trying very hard to not just wipe that memory away, it was of no value, no worth, only served to hurt. However, she did not want to risk harming her little void, he needed to be able to make his own thoughts after all. But it was very tempting.

"But… you aren't my-"

"Yes I am" The Void said, tightening her grip on him.

The Void wondered to itself, perhaps it could more easily convince him of the truth if she was… more… structured. So, she began forging herself an item that would let her in her Void Sea. It would allow her to better comfort him as she worked out a way to undilute him.

The tendrils continued to hold, squeeze, and stroke the precious one. She began to hum a tune, her little one appeared to finally calm down. It was nice having him calm, it was… good.

Soon enough her little project was done, and she raised her eight eyed, jet black shell from the Sea of Void. She placed it close to her little one, and dove into it. Instead of a mass of darkness, she was now a tall, four armed, bipedal entity.

Her precious one, still wrapped up in tendrils, looked at her wide eyed. She walked over to him, and embraced him with three of her arms, the fourth one rubbing his head. She sat down with him like that for a while. She was happy.

"What 's going to happen now?" The boy asked, breaking the silence.

"I take care of you my child" The Void said, still embracing his little frame, she would take care of him. He made her happy. Happy was good, he was good, nothing would take him away from her.

"What's your name miss?" Her little void asked. Name? She had never really thought about it…

"Void Mother" She said, settling on the name, she was void, she was a mother, what more did you need to know?

"Okay… Voidy" The boy said.

A nickname? Good, he was no longer afraid, that was good.

Days would go by, she would lead her little void around her dark caves, using her glowing eyes for illumination. She would feed him a little void every day, it kept him nice and strong. She loved him, her child, her little void. He would never call her mother however, much to her displeasure. Today though, today was special, she had figured it out. How to undilute him, she had to contain her excitement. He wouldn't understand, he would be afraid, and that was bad.

So, she waited for her precious little void to fall asleep in her arms, just like he had every night since coming here. Stroking his hair for one last time, she raised a cocoon she had created within the void sea, within it already was a white shell with two eye holes. She hugged her precious one tightly, before lifting his sleeping form into the cocoon with the shell. The cocoon closed around him, and began filling up with void.

She waited with anticipation for the whole next day. Never taking her eyes off the cocoon. Waiting for her precious one to emerge.

Finally, he did, the cocoon burst open, revealing a pitch black figure, with a white head. There was no more dilution, just void. Her precious one's horrible, no good memories were gone. They could not hurt him anymore, they would make new good memories, with them, they would be happy. The Void Mother wasted no time in snatching up the little figure, her eyes forming what looked like a smile.

"M-mommy?" Her little one asked, such astute observation skills for a new reborn.

"Yes, my child, I am your mommy" She said hugging her child tightly. The boy formally known as Jacob would never know of his previous life, all he would ever know of is his new mother. The Void Mother would have it no other way.