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"Ah dammit- How tall is he again?" Regect questioned Moe. The two were currently sitting side by side at the dining table in their kitchen area. The jester placed a finger on her chin, eyes turning to the corner, and her lips puckered a bit going deep in thought. Then she blinked, smiling widely.
She quickly stood up, hopping out of her seat even. She lifted her hand and hovered it near her face, leveling it with her ears and cheeks. She looked at Regect, he stared back at her.
"Oh- Gotchu!" Regect got his pen once again to write- But paused. "Wait, how tall are you?"
The jester answered that question with a couple of honks. Regect blinked, or well- Only he knew he did.
"Uhm-" Regect cleared his throat. "What's that in erm, feet?"
Moe blinked, eyebrows dropping into a scrunch. She gave Regect a disappointed look, which he replied back in stutters.
"Oh- Oh come on, dude!" He laughed, mostly at himself. "You- Like- You can't just you know- Blame me for using an entirely different metric system for my entire life!"
Moe rolled her eyes, and she honked once more.
"Okay, so you're 6'3- So that means," Regect looked up at where Moe's hand was. "that makes Ze- Around 5'10!" Moe happily placed her hand beside her after that. A pause- Then Regect realized something great. "Hah! That means he's the shortest out of all of us!"
A couple more honks, Regect listened as he wrote the information down. "Okay well- If I had a head and we follow the so called proper anatomy, I'd be 2 inches taller than him, so yeah- He's still the shortest! Haha!"
Seconds after, that chuckle faded away as he finished writing.
"Okay." He cleared his throat once more. "Do we need anything else about him?" A pause, then Moe shook her head no. Regect sighed. "Okay okay- Alright. What's next, Moe?"
As Regect put away the pen he wrote with, Moe grabbed the piece of paper. Her movement was slow, gentle- She was very careful with the paper, like she did not dare to even give it a slight wrinkle. She stared at its contents, reviewing them twice, then thrice. Her head then turned to her friend to answer him.
"Right- Of course. We need a printer." He took a deep breath and exhaled, snapping his fingers.
At that very second, a loud thump roared near them. A thump of mechanical items colliding into each other just for a moment that could give anyone a heart attack. It was the printer the entity just summoned- And it landed right there- But it was still doing perfectly fine. Moe honked loudly at the noise in shock, even Regect flinched at that.
He, for some strange reason, quickly came up with annoying reasons and a full meaningless set of debates for an argument. However, that argument never came, and he was only met with unwelcomed silence.
Regect tensed, turning to Moe. "Whoops- Sorry about that, Moe. I uh- Wasn't sure why I thought summoning this large ass printer mid-air would be a good idea."
The clown gave him a kind smile and a chuckle. She quickly forgot about it, and laid the paper on the glass table of the printer. Activating some buttons and making sure everything goes well- She successfully managed to print copies of their missing person poster for Ze.
…
When the sun sets and the moon rises once more for the next few weeks, there was a shared sadness within the clown and the entity. When they're home from their errands, there was always one that they had not fulfilled yet. They don't talk about this feeling out loud: Their mourning, their grieving- They didn't need to, because the two knew that they felt too much of it. They heard it screaming- Screaming into the void that was once filled by someone else.
It was stupid. Why were they grieving? It's not like he's dead- He's just, somewhere. There was no proof of him being dead. This was stupid, so fucking stupid.
Looking for a distraction, Regect walked around the house for the hundredth time. He stopped at a Christmas decoration, observing it. It was gathering dust. He decided it was time to take them down, so he grabbed it- Then pulled. He was quickly interuppted by an angry and loud set of honks from behind, coming from Moe.
Regect turned to her, his hand still on the Christmas decoration.
"Moe," He began. "it's not Christmas anymore."
She still disagreed, fueled by anger. She continued demanding him to put back the Christmas decor he held.
"But Moe-"
A sniff, then she stomped her foot. Her face was fuming with the color red- It seeped through her white facepaint, or was it because it had been slightly washed away from tears? The entity sighed, looking back at the Christmas decoration. He nodded, placing it back.
"Ze would know how to organize them." Regect mumbled to himself.
…
Regect's breath steadied, mist forming infront of where his mouth would've been. Body frozen in place, hands gripping tightly onto the new set of rolled up missing posters him and Moe printed out the night before. He glared at one that they hung out a week ago.
It had been vandalized, quite badly even. Someone had drawn over Ze's innocent picture; There were crude, yet corny and cliche doodles surrounding his happy face. A poorly drawn penis in the corner, glasses and a mustache, Regect stared at them.
Unbridled rage boiled fiercely within him, one he hadn't felt in such a long time. His eyes looked over them, again and again, as if the longer he observed them- He could somehow identify the criminal who committed this crime.
A few moments later, Regect snapped outof his daydream of mercilessly murdering someone when he heard Moe's honking in the distance. They were going towards him. He exhaled in some air in a panic- Preventing him from screaming due to shock, and quickly ripped the vandalized missing poster off of the tree trunk. He made sure it was out of Moe's sight, he continued this by crumpling the piece of paper into a ball with his free hand. He turned to the clown when she hopped right beside him, she too also had a roll of newly printed papers.
She tilted her head at the crumpled ball of paper he held in his hand, then looked at her friend with a confused expression.
"It's- It's nothing- Nothing, Moe." He answered, putting away the piece of paper inside of his inventory. He sighed. "Just- Yeah, it was just- The poster was getting all messy and kinda hard to read because of uh, mobs, rain and stuff- I'mma replace it with a new one, yeah."
Moe gave him a look, then nodded, before turning away to find more empty spots to hang up the missing posters. Regect prepared to inspect the rest of the posters in case there were some more vandalism on them.
…
The night watches. It does not act, it only sees- However, it is indeed weary.
Weary.. Weary of a voided man who speaks with no head, who dons of gold above his footsteps.
Yet, a pesky man heeded not these warnings of danger and truth, and continued to entertain himself by ruining the image of a person he did not, nor will ever know.
The night grows weary, the pesky man's bratty chuckles shatter the silence basked in the comforting light the moon gifts.
Writings of a marker annoys the flowers nearby, it's ink seeping through the paper- Bleeding through it, touching the tree that laid upon it. The ink does not belong.
Then, like how quick pain and panic flows through you when you take a breath underwater- He feels himself falling. His body feels first- Feeling his blood and shame soar through his upper body, then his mind screams before he does.
His screams reaches no one.
A loud thud, ground finally meets him. He cursed, feeling the stinging pain travel through him. "What the fuck?" Wheezing, he rolled to his stomach, pushing himself up quickly. "Who the hell- Who did that!?"
He stretched his arm- Searching for his weapon: His diamond sword. However, he felt nothing. Not even his marker he was just holding a few moments ago, nor his baked potatoes he carried around- Absolutely nothing. His heart dropped.
"Sh- Shit- Fuck." He panted, cursing under his breath. His eyes darted around to check his surroundings.
The entire landscape he was in was flat. Nothing in sight for a hundred miles and more after that. He scraped his foot on the ground- It was unmoved. He looked down, and his eyes widened when he saw bedrock. Bedrock- Where the void lies underneath. Never in his life he would have thought he'd stand on bedrock, never. The sky was an alarming shade of red, the fog was as well. This place did not welcome him.
"Hello!?" He yelled, no echo.
Then,
a wild animal's shriek.
The unnatural sound flooded his ears, filling his mind. He screamed back, eyes flooded with tears. He sank to the ground, knees hitting it- It might cause some bruises. His hands covered his ears- Yet, it was useless. Black surrounded his vision, he sensed something dripped from his ears.
His vision flooded in and out, he felt something dripping from his ears. Then it stopped.
Ringing. He felt himself sway.
He shut his eyes- Wincing from the eargrating noise. Silence, finally. His heartbeats are only heard, underneath his wheezes. Then, he slowly tilted his head up.
A voided man with no chest and head, donned with gold above his footsteps.
He couldn't even screamed- Because faster than an enderman's teleportation, a clawed hand wrapped around his throat. He saw the entity's body, now above him. He wheezed, panic flooded his entire body. This was where he knew he was going to die. The creature didn't even struggle with its grip. It said nothing, he didn't even know if it could speak- But he felt its gaze, and it burns.
Through his watery vision, his eyes darted to the entity raising his free hand. There, a netherite spear was summoned in thin air, and the blade was facing towards him. He yelped- Only to be cut off when he felt the grip around throat grow even tighter. He watched as the blade go slowly closer to his face.
With the little amount of strength and voice he had left, he yelled.
"I'm sorry!"
…
Nothing.
The pesky man opened his eyes.
The creature stayed still. The grip on his throat loosened a bit.
He watched as the spear disappeared for a split second- And returned as a marker. The same marker he had. Before he could even process anything- The entity brought the marker to his face and started drawing on it. The man stayed still and silent, cringing a bit at the feeling of ink on his skin- And the strong smell hitting his nose.
Before he knew it- The grip was gone, and he fell on grass. He was back in the forest. He gasped for air- And crawled towards the nearest body of water. He squinted at it- It was a bit hard to see due to the dark, but once he managed to find his reflection, he stared at it.
That thing drew crude doodles on his face. The man gulped, and quickly made an attempt to wash all of the drawings away.
He was never seen in that same forest again.
…
"What do ya think, Moe?" Regect questioned.
The entity adjusted his white hoodie a bit. He then did the best model pose that he could recreate. On the otherhand, the clown girl chuckled, her honks light in the air. She answered, clapping her hands gently in joy.
"You know- I always thought white hoodies were basic." He commented. He fiddled with his hoodie. "But- Eh, I guess they're.. Okay."
The day was ending once again, and usually- Their evenings nowadays weren't that eventful. It was, once- And it was loud, chaotic- Filled with arguing. And, well- Regect and Moe still had to continue living. Healthily, to be specific- Moe had been reading a book, and made sure Regect was informed.
…
Well, there were times where- No one was perfect. Regect just came back home from whatever he was doing and hadn't seen Moe anywhere in the house. Concerned, he went to the door of her room.
"Moe?" He knocked on the door a couple of times gently. He stayed silent. There were some muffled honks that sounded too weak for Moe. "Moe? Hey- Buddy." He knocked once more, there was no response this time. The entity took a deep breath. "I'm coming in, Moe!"
He gently opened the door..
There was Moe, sitting in front of her vanity. Her table was a mess- Makeup and facepaint everywhere, all types of hairbrushes as well- Everything. She turned towards him, with the biggest and saddest eyes Regect had ever received from her. Moe's red hair was all tangled, and it had been for a long while now. Only surviving on basic hygiene like regular showers and shampoo- But Regect failed to notice how she wasn't styling it anymore like she used to. Her makeup? More messy than ever- Heck, it was even a bit creepy.
She said nothing, Regect already knew why.
"Right," He sighed, stepping into the room. His hand still on the doorframe. "he's the one that does your hair." A nod from the clown. "And, well- Your makeup too. I remember." Another nod.
The atmosphere became sober- Sad, quiet- But these things were welcomed. They were now expected, and they slowly accepted it. After a few moments later, Regect spoke once more.
"Maybe- Uhm, can I- You know, help?" He sheepishly asked. Moe slowly looked away, glancing at her makeup. He tensed at that. "I- I know I'm not as good as him! But- But…" He sighed. "Sorry."
Moe honked sadly at that, Regect's heart crumbled.
"I know, Moe." He mumbled. "I miss him too." That was barely heard. After a few long silent seconds- He chuckled suddenly. "Cause- You know, he'd be the guy to always uh- Deal with the annoying neighbors first."
Moe didn't say anything, but she smiled- Just a bit. Regect glowed at that.
"And- Heh- He really did his best to take care of you, you know?" He commented. "I think he mentioned something about some weird dude at the Living Tombstones concert?"
The clown's eyes widened- Then she giggled.
"Yep, I'm right- Always am." Regect bragged jokingly.
Then, Moe told him something- Something so simple.
He took care of us.
…
Regect felt himself smile. He sighed.
"He's an idiot for doing that- Wasting his time to take care of-" He trailed of. "An asshole like me.."
The clown gazed at Regect softly, hearing those words. Regect drifted into deep thought. Perhaps… Ze did not go missing- But maybe he…
Maybe he… Left-
Moe honked, Regect snapped out of whatever he was thinking of and looked at her. She held a pair of scissors used for cutting hair. They both stared at each other, but Moe gave the entity a wide, bright smile.
Regect took a deep breath and exhaled. It was time to get to work.
…
Entities don't need sleep. Anamolies don't get to nor need to go to the magical land of dreams and yonder. For as long as he knew- Regect did not care about this type of luxury.
So he will be taking advantage of this ability.
Their house was quiet, so was the world. It was night once again, this time- It was different. His body on full alert, his powers at maximum just in case. He told himself that the room he was in had to be the most safe and secured room in the world. Do not let anyone, or anything ruin it. No funny business, no chaos- No any other entities other than himself, absolutely nothing will get pass this room to ruin its peace.
For Moe slept in the same room- She laid on a mattress on the floor, with her favorite blanket and pillows.
And a sleeping Ze on the bed.
Regect watched silently, staring mostly at Ze. The human laid on his back- He had not moved at all yet. At first, the entity would panic- But when he noticed how Ze's chest would gently go up and down- He had to force himself to relax. Still, he watched intently. Ze was feverish- Regect knew something was wrong with him as soon as he carried the human. The cold bath only helped temporarily. He had placed a cool wet cloth over his forehead, and had recently replaced it. It had not fallen due to Ze's umoving state.
Later on, Regect glanced at the window. He brought his hand up towards it. The curtain was pushed away slightly. The sky was now turning a bit more bright; The sun was coming to greet them all soon. Regect hoped that Ze would be in a state to talk. He pulled the curtain back to where it originally was and turned back to the human. He was still the same.
The entity quietly sat down on the chair, sighing quietly. His eyes went back to Ze. He was still there, don't worry- He was there, now at peace- Just sleeping. He's safe.
Finally safe.