Hi, hello, this is the first fix I have every written and I made it for one of @a-plethora-of-peters aus.
It is in second person and death is brought up alot, so fair warning for some.
And the character does not have a name, yet (hopefully)
You’re supposed to be dead.
You know this, but you woke up.
You’re sitting on the grass of a hill, covered with low branches of oak trees and bushes. The light streams through the leaves, deep green turns into sickly yellows. A pillar of stone is built on the hill, a little dish set aside for the little offerings the village would give to the dead to thank them for their work.
You forgot how you knew that till you remembered, that yeah, you lived here.
Lived? Right you’re dead, or are supposed to.
You inch forward on your knees, the family would etch the name of the dead themselves to the stone. And as you read the stone you realize…
That was you, yet you can’t say your name, so is it really you?
Is the body in the dirt yours then?
Huh… is this town really your old home? Probably, but your name is there in the stone, better to let them think you're dead then try to explain what happened.
“Evan!” you hear a shout, a voice made of sweet honey who seems bitter with protection and anger. A child runs by, far away yet so close that they could see you, and you hope they don't. The child opens a gate far from the trees and grass you lay, the elder talks with the child while you scoot closer to the roots of the trees.
They don’t see you as the sun slowly sets, they leave for a village, into a house near the edges of the town.
The yellows and light green of the leaves soon turn dark blues and deep forest greens.
You realize as you look for your hand, that they are a swirl of stars and deep blues turning into black.
For all you know, and all you remember, you’re now a myth.
You aren’t supposed to exist.
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How long have you been walking? No idea, it doesn't matter when you find clothes that fit you.
Did you have clothes before? No idea, no one else was around so it doesn’t matter.
At some point you arrive at a town, time wasn’t on your side so you have no idea how long it had been. Passing through you realize that maybe, just maybe, you should find some way to stay here.
The way you found you could stay and settle down was working for hybrid hunters. You had done this before. Or at least you think you did?They let you stay though, they let you work and you get paid.
At some point you get promoted,
“Evan!” An aging man with blue eyes walks towards you. You needed a name, you can’t use the old one so you use a new one. The man's name evades you, you hear people call his name as he walks towards you but you can’t hear them.
You're afraid of what the boss could want. A hybrid had escaped at some point and watching the orders he barked at the guards during the event was terrifying. The threats made upon many lives when one escapes evades you, but you don’t want to get hurt. You decide to follow orders, better to be on his good side.
“Evan, I need your help. I know you haven’t been here for more than a year, but we have a hybrid transfer happening in a week. I want you to come with me, get some experience alright?”
You agreed, you ended up helping with a full supply train a month later instead of just a hybrid transfer. You and your boss stop in the town just for a day before heading back home with the supplies, some other hunters from the town you stayed in came along too.
You realize that it was your old town, well you think it was the town you grew up in. Some of the hunters from that town are following you back and say you look familiar. It all feels weird, you know they remember a body and not you, you aren’t that person yet you have their memories.
Are you them? Are they you?
You let it flow in your head, letting it stay and leave, just the same that those hunters leave.
You get promoted again at the end of the month… How long has it been since you arrived in this town?
You know what, who cares? You live here, you work here… isn’t the best work but it is work.
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You're working at night when you overhear a story, some of the other guards are talking with each other about myths.
About you, even if they don’t realize it.
Creatures that can act like shulkers but able to walk and talk, they could understand what you wanted and when. Some believed that it was just a myth, that there wasn’t a way to die in the void, while others believed such stories with their lives.
“They're better than shulkers!” one says as the others look on with skepticism.
They continue to talk, but you walk the halls. That was your job, that was your duty, even as others talk of you as a tool. You walk the halls and ignore the looks of hybrids as you continue, as the others guards bark laughter at each other.
“Don’t look at me like that! I’m right! You have to carry shulkers everywhere you go if you want to transport something. And hybrids! You know how fucking annoying they get! Don’t do shit to help you. Voidlings can carry as much as you want for as long as you want. They’re bags of holding that can give you whatever you need whenever you need it! It is so much more helpful.” They boast with glee about their knowledge, but the other guards just start laughing again.
The Hybrids stare at you from their cages. Do they stare at you with fear? You hope so, because the only other option is that they know. The hybrids know you aren’t human, they know you are what the guards talk about tonight.
You're tired, and you don’t really like this town anymore.
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You left, you ran. When? Doesn’t matter, never mattered.
You felt terrible as you left hybrids behind who would be killed for the rest of their life because they gave a peaceful server items the greedy humans wanted. You left people that had called you a friend, but were they ever your friends? If they found out you were the walking, talking bag of holding, they would probably use you the same way they use the hybrids.
Did you leave out of fear? Or out of a selfish need?
You took all you could, mostly just food and clothes. You did take the weapons you were given when you first became a hunter. You wish you could take anything else, because all that you took just reminds you of what you left.
You're tired, yet you keep walking.
You have no idea how long it has been, you have no idea if you even need to eat but you do.
At some point you find a worn old path, roses grow near the trees swallowing up old walls of a wall…
Wait, a wall? An old wall that crumbles in areas, showing old dusty houses that could fall over with the slightest rush of wind. You found an old village filled with dust…
You wonder if now you could find a way out.
You wonder about a lot of things.
You wonder who you are now.
