"Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You...!"
Because sometimes the horrors that be are very, very pretty.
queerplatonic kingslime fic 🔥🔥my yaouri...
should be noted: avery is aroace, any mentions of "pretty" are purely aesthetic attraction... . i react like that too when called pretty and im aroace also i am projecting
takes place inside minecraft , but still uses videogame terms
will go on AO3 once i have an account
warnings: none atm, ask to tag
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"At the crossroads, don't turn left."
Well, nobody told Avery what to do. Plus, if you told him not to do something, hes gonna do it just to spite you.
He shoved the book in his inventory, stole borrowed some of the ores and materials in the chest (just in case), and started on his way down the weird hole in the side of the cave.
At first, nothing was... too unusual. There weren't any ores or mobs, but... maybe it was just a weird bug. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but he needed to stay focused.
Plus, if anything freaky happened, he would just quit and go play some skywars or something. He wanted to beat his previous killstreak anyway.
Atleast, thats what he thought. The "quit" button in the menu had been greyed out- he just hadn't checked.
Avery was trapped, and he didn't even know.
As he walked, deeper and deeper into the cave, he noticed something- moss.
As he went a little deeper, he saw more plants- grass, vines, bushes, even trees.
This... was not how caves generated.
If the trees had been azalea trees, he could've passed it off as weird lush cave generation. But it wasn't. Something was up.
Then again, a weird planty overgrown cave wasn't thaaat scary. Just weird.
The weird mud brick tunnel, however, was... creepy. Avery didn't want to admit that he was afraid of a relatively well lit tunnel, but it just had bad vibes. Awful, awful vibes. He did not like being here.
But he had to keep going. He had to figure out what this tunnel was. What the weird generation was. Could you blame him? He grew up on weird creepypastas and myth hunting. It was a dream come true to get to actually do it. Oh, how his younger self would've LOVED this!
But as he got caught up in his thoughts, he heard something, and as he whipped around to look...
A torch was gone.
He anxiously turned to keep walking, taking a few steps before hearing another noise.
Another torch gone.
"Hello?"
That was stupid. This is how people die in horror movies- why did he say hello ????
He took a few steps back. Still walking to the end of the tunnel, but now backwards.
He watched another set of torches dissapear.
Then the next.
Then the whole tunnel swiftly went dark.
"Ooooohhh shiiitt."
And then he heard it. The whispering.
It dug into his skull, under his skin, burrowing into his brain through his ears like a parasite.
His whole body felt cold. He couldn't breathe right.
It felt like the whispering was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't understand it.
Without thinking, he turn and ran. He ran as fast as he could, still hyperventilating, and dove into the cool water.
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It had been hours of trudging through this awful maze. He had lost track of where was, or what time it was. He felt awful.
But now, he had discovered the greyed out quit button- and was forced to keep going.
Whatever what whispering at him clearly wanted him to go deeper. He didn't want to. But... what other choice did he have?
God, he just wanted to play some skywars.
The village was the first place he had been in what felt like days that wasn't wildly claustrophobic. But it still felt haunted. Looked haunted, too.
"Why the fuck does everyone here like yellow so much?"
Well, he liked yellow flowers, and yellow wasn't his favorite, but he could respect it. But this was a LOT.
He internally joked that they "worshipped" the color yellow. But as he entered the old, half-collapsed church, built far to the side of the old town... it was more true than he ever could've thought.
He saw the secret passage. Well, formerly secret. Someone had gone through here before him, he knew. He figured that out a good while ago.
But something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
He went back up into the town. He searched each and every cobweb ridden house thouroughly- looking for any excuse or distraction from going further. He really didn't want to go further.
But he found nothing except stale bread, dead spiders, rotting floorboards, collapsed ceilings, and burnt out furnaces.
He did find some old bandages, though- which he pocketed just in case.
But nothing else. No excuses. No distractions.
He had to keep going.
He walked slowly back over to the old church- stalling for time, stretching out this peace for as long as he could.
He rummaged through the church again. Maybe someone left a sword behind? An enchanted netherite sword would make him feel a lot better right about now.
"Nnnothing. Okayy. Well. Shit."
The air felt heavy. He wasn't prepared. He might be a PvP god, but he couldn't fight with his fists.
He stood before the passage, trying to steady his breathing. As the door creaked open, he could see that it was the same mud brick tunnel again. A shiver ran down his spine as he stepped in.
He left the doors open behind him, just in case.
He walked through the tunnel cautiously, drawing out the time between now and whatever was at the end of it.
It was cold, and it only got colder. Avery was a slime, so he didn't really mind unless it started to freeze him. But it was still noticeable, and really not helping his nerves.
And then, the tunnel turned into a cave.
A cave that split into a crossroads.
Right...
...and left.
"...
Well...
I have to atleast see whats over there, right?"
And so, despite the warnings the mystery author of the book left for him,
Avery turned left.
His heart pounded in his chest, terrified for what awaited ahead. He could see the cave suddenly get darker ahead little further in, but as he got closer... it wasn't normal darkness, as odd as it sounds.
He took a step onto the pitch black nothingness, and walked on a cave floor that didn't exist.
He ran his hand across the wall to ground himself. It was cold and didn't have a discernible texture. If he tried to to think too hard about it, his brain got fuzzy and he lost feeling in his fingers for a moment.
"C'mon Avery. You got this. Its- Its just a weird spooky tunnel. Its nothin'. You got this."
His little pep talk really didn't help. But it was better than the eerie silence.
But suddenly, the wall he was touching... stopped. The cave turned- another left turn.
And as he turned his head to look.
"Holy shit. Thats gorgeous...?"
The massive golden doors beckoned to Avery. Calling him closer.
His nerves calmed a little upon seeing something that wasn't total pitch black darkness. Not a lot, but it was something.
As he walked towards the doors, his heart beat louder and louder. He tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't help it.
He put a hand on one of the doors. One was pushed ever so slightly open- enough to indicate that they weren't locked, enough to get a grip on the door, but not enough to see anything on the other side.
He took a deep breath. In, and out.
Ok. Ooookayyy. He came all this way, he's gotta open the door.
As he gently pushed the door open- just enough to get through, those things were heavy- he saw... nothing...?
"Really?
...maybe theres something further in."
As he stepped through, he walked with his eyes on his feet- just to remind him that he was walking on something.
And then, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
Something yellow. Something moving.
He paused immediately, but didn't look up.
"H-Hello...?
Who's there?"
And then, he heard it again.
The whispering.
It was louder than last time- more invasive, clawing at his mind like it was trying to tear it open and look inside.
He squeezed his eyes shut, stumbling over onto his knees, still shaking.
The thing got closer. Even if he couldn't see it, he could feel it.
He didn't look.
It circled him. He could feel its... curiosity? Amusement? Whatever it was, he could feel that it was studying him.
The whispers still pounded in his skull, relentlessly tugging at his thoughts.
He felt a cold hand lift up his chin. He didn't open his eyes- he was terrified of what was in front of him.
Avery.
He gasped. The whispers spoke in unison inside his mind, speaking with every sound he had ever heard, and every sound he had never heard, and no sound all.
He opened his eyes. And immediately regretted it.
The second he laid eyes on The King, a tidal wave of knowledge washed over him. His skull pounded. The longer he looked at it, the worse it got. He managed to choke out a few words.
"Oh- god-"
And then it... stopped?
He could feel it in his brain. It was like someone put a plug in his skull- preventing anything else from leaking in.
The King studied him, cradling his face in its claws. He couldn't breathe.
Jesus Christ, he thought. This thing is gorgeous.
And apparently it heard that somehow, because the moment he thought it, it got closer. More shadowy hands came from its golden robes, wrapping around Avery and picking him up.
It hummed, the whispers speaking in unison again.
Gorgeous, hm?
"uh."
Avery didn't know how to respond. Even with the torrent of information seemingly stopped (for now), his mind was still racing.
He was still having a hard time looking at this thing. The knowledge received told him that this was The King in Yellow- so, an eldritch being. Which explained why he couldn't look at it for too long before he started to get a headache.
But he couldn't pull his eyes away. Despite the fact that he could barely make sense of this thing, it was still... beautiful. To him, anyway. He couldn't describe what was so pretty about it, but that didn't stop it from being very pretty.
It spoke again.
If I may, I might say the same of you,
Little Warrior.
He inhaled sharply. Ooohhhman. He has never been called pretty in his entire life and the first time it ever happens is the literal scariest fucking thing thats ever happened to him.
also. warrior. WARRIOR. hhoooooooboyy.
man, he was NEVER gonna recover from this.
He hadn't noticed earlier, but the King had begun moving again. It was bringing him somewhere. He would have asked, if he could string together a coherent sentence...
"i-i. um. uh."
But all he could do was stutter, as The King- His King- brought him deeper into the darkness.
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Authors notes:
hes so mecore (<< avery fictive)
i wrote a pretty good chunk of this in my notes app while on the bus home from school. and i wrote this all in a day. my queerplatonic minecraft yaouri <3
