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Spoke walked through the halls of the sickening maze he was trapped in. Every turn seemed like it would just never end. Vines crept on the walls as the moss stayed in the cracks of each stone within the wall.
The sounds of a broken ambience can be heard through his thoughts. It was sick.
Everything hurt, Jamato knew how to fuck with his head and mind. He rambled on and on to himself.
“Surely this is the way out?”
”This is what Jamato wanted right?”
“Is this it? Just kill me now, split off from them, just kill me?”
Spoke chuckled at the thought, Jamato wouldn’t kill him. This is what he wanted. He wants to mess with his head! God, this maze is awful.
Spoke’s body glitched out again, the same phasing feeling pulsing through his body. He had stopped walking because of the slightly pained sensation, though after it awhile when it stopped, he went on.
Spoke kept walking through the halls, it wouldn’t end. Just why?
Spoke had chuckled again, this time his voice slightly more broken, “Jamato, if you’re here, you know you’ve done it right? You can bring in your null guards! You can finally break all my gear!”
Spoke shook his head. It was Jamato's fault, not his!
His head kept spinning, thoughts and thoughts moving fast. He looked behind him, no one. The sounds of that broken ambience kept getting louder and louder.
“could’ve had our army. We could’v-“
Spoke stopped for a second. His body had slightly gone stiff.
Mapicc thinks it’s all his fault. No no that’s not right. It isn’t! Yes he lied about some parts but it’s Jamato’s! Can’t he see that?! Jumper will also realize it’s my fault. This is all because of Jamato!
Spoke’s boots trudged on the ground, each hallway the same. It feels like I’m going in circles almost.
His head was pounding, the same fucking ambience is killing him.
Spoke kept rambling on and on to himself, each passing minute he felt like he was loosing it.
“No one else in spawn knows that there’s people missing. They don’t care! It’s going to be my fault that they are still captured!”
It’s my fault
Spoke stopped walking. He was met with an intersection of this maze. It is his fault, wasn’t it? no no that can’t b-
Ash was right. Jamato was right. Weren’t they all right? Mapicc is gone because of him, Jumper is gone, everyone is gone.
Spoke looked up at the wall, noting he can’t really climb the vines so he gets some blocks out of his inventory and starts building up. His voidling body started to glitch again, more around his hands and such. The pain rippled through him, causing him to stop building up until it dulled. His hands silently shook as they phased in and out.
Once after his hands were not phased out and solid again, He built up again until he reached the top. His boots hit the skulk on the top layer, making him stop.
Spoke looked around, every surface of the top layer of the walls were skulk. Skulk sensors were scattered along the layer.
Spoke breathed in slowly before standing closely to the edge. He looked down at the ground, with his gear he had on now, the drop will kill him.
He doesn’t want to die, does he? I mean, everyone left him. Jamato had probably told Mapicc now on what he’s done and Jumper, she’s captured because of him.
Spoke breathed in shakily, his thoughts going faster. His heart was beating fast. It almost felt like everything was closing in on him, but yet it wasn’t.
Spoke stared at the ground, it’ll fix his problems. Everyone will be happy he’s gone! This is what he’s always wished for. The pain will be gone!
Spoke could feel his hands shaking, Everyone was right about him. I won’t see Mapicc again. I made everything worse
Spoke let out a sigh, before looking back and staring at the skulk sensors then back at the ground. He took off his chest plates, staring at the red trims. Oh Jamato…
This is what Jamato wants. He wants me to give up. He wants me to die, doesn’t he?
Spoke let out a small chuckle at the thought before laughing sickly. The sound coming out his mouth until making his body rattle. His shoulders shaking.
Jamato needs to die. I will make sure he does
Though in his thoughts he had only one thing truly in mind
If Jamato tells Mapicc about everything, he won’t be able to get Mapicc back. He would’ve lost everything,
But he already did loose everything.
Spoke stared at the endless ground, He wants to jump. He wants to truly end everything, but the feeling of stopping Jamato is far too strong. Killing himself might not really help anything, He has to stop Jamato and Null.
Spoke looked back at the skulk, and took away the water stream on the wall before jumping off the ledge.
Spoke felt the air rush past him as he fell, though once he got to the ground he hit the edge of the water source, causing his fall to not be fatal and not damaging him.
Spoke laughed as he got to the bottom, watching the water flowing down the wall and slowly disappearing.
He will kill Jamato. He’s going to get out of this maze and make sure he finds Jamato and end him if that’s the last thing he does.
As Spoke walked away from the intersection, something had clicked in his head. The voidling had kept glitching out whenever he thought about Jamato, but he’ll never admit it.
I will get out if that’s the last thing I ever do