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Foggy
Do you-
HHEHEKSK-clear
your headspace-
Stop…
And grossly clear.
Thats how Derek would describe his.. head space… wait a moment..
Huh..
He should most definitely be.. dead, at this current moment.
Derek tried to move a hand… ah. He could not move.
He really hopes it’s because of what he had intended to sacrifice… how ever long has it been- 15 hours- oh.
nevermind he still had the knowledge thing.
Hmm, he really hopes whatever this body stiffness is not from rigor mortus, he would much prefer to not to wake up in a coffin.
He also can‘t really feel anything physically…
Derek tries to move again, but it’s fruitless, so he tries to open his eyes instead. A lot more simple and easy task to achieve.
His eyes feel… crusted and sore, most likely cause he thought he was going to die-
Okay, no more of that, focus on your surroundings Derek.
As Derek focuses his eyes, he looks around with his pupils to see that he was in his room still. It’s near pitch black, his open laptop even itself shut off from disuse, his only source of light being the faint light from behind the curtain to his window.
Derek has also come to realize he’s still in the same position as when he fell off his chair, during that time Derek had once again been thinking he was dying with the roaring pain in his skull.
Though, the pain lingered much more subtly and the voices weren't silent… it wasn’t as obnoxious. He could think straight and ignore the flow of whispers that were as loud as his faint heart beat if not quiet.
Each whisper was a new idea, an ancient consideration, theory, fact.
He could handle it.
What he could not handle was the near constant stream of questions regarding Avery.
It was his other main concern, of course, but it was embarrassing to himself how instead of only asking if Avery was okay and geting a yes but then to have a passing thought to ask a much less needed question of what the other's favorite animal is.
…now that he has the time to think over the entire situation that had played out 15 hours ago, and when the Minecraft world first came into his possession, Derek has come upon the most apparent fact.
Derek’s fascination with Avery, is in no dialect of normal.
And his way of speaking- thinking- shut up, thinking he supposes, has become weirdly wordy…. He hopes that this is a temporary effect on his psyche.
Back to the much more dire situation, Derek’s fascination was… cumbersome, a tad bit shameful even.
He wishes dearly that he could stop thinking about what could only be described as a very strong, and potent, form of devotion for the man Derek had technically never met face to face despite knowing everything that could be known….
Derek feels the need to wish to perish at this very moment, especially as he felt a form of warmth spread on his features, it was incredibly evident that in this very moment that Derek wished his head had exploded instead of surviving as every whisper slowly turned into a form of Avery curiosity. Said curiosities being the most useless of information as he laid on the floorboards of his quiet apartment.
Oh, to be able to move, to be able to suffocate himself with a pillow to escape his new reality of now truly intrusive thoughts…
Intrusive as in intrusive into another’s existence.
Derek sighed, glad to be able to at least huff a breath….
Could he still speak though?— in time- what the hell does that mean?…
Oh come on! You just answered me seconds- 3 seconds- ago!…
Oh, the weird medieval talk is finally over.
But seriously what is this?.. do I need speech therapy- no— okay, at least I don’t need that.
Does that go for movement to- - you will need help moving for a couple days as your body was effectively dead for 8 of the hours you remained knocked out— oh, alright..
WAIT SO I… oh my god I was dead…. I WAS DEAD.
…did I die after I wrote that message to Avery— approximately 5 minutes after, at 12:05 am of January first of 2026— - okay.. did not need a death date whisper of knowledge.
At least he knew it was the- 3:15 pm of January first of 2026– - you whispers really like exact times and dates.
…ugh..
Derek stares at the popcorn textured painted ceiling of his room, exhaling out a large breath that aches slightly.
He did die like himself and Avery thought he would, Derek also defied death somehow—
K N ow LEgD e LIvess BE y oO Nd
— -okay! We do not need to turn up the volume of your whispers into a speaking voice. I think I would die again- you wouldn't- it’s a figure of speech idiot- ah—….
freaking ah?
Really?… whatever,
So all the knowledge is why?… alright, silent treatment again.
…
Derek sighed again, so you won’t answer why I’m alive but you answer my dumb, without thinking it through, questions about Avery— yes— but why?— - former target as a vessel is truly perfect— oh my god.
… Don‘t tell me the king has— that being is no longer a part of our existence— Really!? — yes, you destroyed it— - so I actually beat an eldritch being? — yes- damn.
I was going to assume that Yellow was somewhere in my head—
Only knowledge remains
— - - so it’s truly gone?— yes- - and whats left is all- — mostly— okay, most of the knowledge it had?— yes- — … alright, back to what I was going to say.
Did the king have a massive crush on Avery?— no, it was a form of obsession derived from a need of escape and the former targets potential, no type of affection to be had- - — that makes more sense… wait… are you—
Influenced by your emotions, experiences, thoughts, habits, and or actions. Yes. Lord.
—- one, do not call me lord— we will ignore this request— it was not a request, two so you also— we also think highly of the former target- — we are not doing this whole „answering before I can finish my sentence“ thing. Let me ask and then you answer— Yes, Lord— ugh, whatever.
But you, whispers, answer the Avery thoughts because you like talking about Avery- — we like it as much as you like asking, Lord- - - Shut up. We are not coming back to this— you are embarrassed by the fact you had not realized your affections until now— I told you we are not confronting this, especially when I’m still stuck on my gross floors that have been cleaned in months— 5 months— exactly , a long time to not be cleaned, which is gross— you are correct-
Derek sighed with frustration, as I am currently paralyzed, what do you know about getting up— we wait — what? - we lay in wait for him— for who — The would be perfect vessel Lord— …
Is Avery somehow going to make it to my apartment buliding?— yes - how? —- we do not know— WHAT? — it’s why the former target was perfect, he is truly unpredictable, it is a reason the former entity had developed an obsession— I guess that makes sense, even with the limit version I had of „infinite knowledge“ couldn’t solidly tell me exactly what Avery was going to do, it’s amazing really— we agree, a true gift to humanity he is, the perfect will be arriving some time this evening to be more specific of your previous query- —
…
… god, I am a yearner aren’t I?— do you truly wish for an answer to that question- — No.
…
Avery’s going to be so grossed out when he gets here, Derek has not cleaned in 5 months, he is no doubt looking worse for wear, and probably smells like shit. But. Because Avery is Avery he will probably act like that it’s not a big deal and focuse on helping Derek, because that is who Avery is…
Derek guesses now he’s more a Damsel then a lord at the moment… and Avery’s— our knight— .. yeah, I don’t like you saying Avery’s yours— but we are nearly one and share a vessel, it is the same as saying the perfect is yours, in other words „his knight“- …
Yeah… my knight not yours— :( — what the fuck-