( know the cover art for this one sucks fat poopy but just roll with it) Chapter Two: the worries of a pointless pest

Zevver’s head hurt, whether from the impact with the blank white ground after going through the portal or from the red crystal earlier, but it didn’t matter. There’s other things that he had to worry about, like the voice that was calling his name. “Are you conscious….or do I need to give you a wake up call.” Said the voice angrily, zevver looked over to where he saw the voice, seeing a figure plated in what looked like gold and quartz, with a large triangular helmet which was covered with ornate decoration alongside the rest of the figures outfit….at least it might be an outfit. The figures arms had black serpents coiled around them and behind the figures back where several floating feather-like creatures, each with a single eye. The most bizarre detail though was the crown of light, a few glowing shapes atop the head or maybe it was a helmet of the mysterious figure. “Are you there…” said the figure “can you hear me? Stand up if you can, i don’t have unlimited time to wait for you. I have other things that need to get done” said the figure, wearily zevver stood up, feeling some pain in his legs from the impact “yeah hi…weird…triangle…..guy” said zevver “so who are you anyway?” Zevver asked. “I am the manager of universes resources and a cosmiquarian, and in terms that you could understand that means an assistant to Jk or another similar person .” Said the figure “oh and my name, I don’t see why I should tell that to someone like you” the figure waited “why…what did I do…..Why are you here and where’s jk!?” Zevver said. “Well you see shale, you a—“ zevver interrupted the figure “why do you know my name if can’t learn yours?” “ALRIGHT FINE!” The figures arms yelled before speaking calmly again “ I am quernian and I am here to deal with the issues that you’ve been causing, you, shale are a pest, you go against a lot of things that most others do not, you are something that stands out in the worst way, but you aren’t an easy pest to deal with…” quernian paused, thinking “ah, you are like a roach, a pest that’s resistant to almost anything…until you bring in the special equipment…” he smiled at zevver.

Zevver replied to him “wh-why do you need to get rid of me….cant you like uhh send me to another universe or whatever? Am I really messing around all that much? I don—“ “SHUT IT!” Zevver was interrupted “ I don’t want to spend any more time here dealing with you, pest. Even though you are a vermin I will give you some respect, in two days you will need to fight for your life, I will bring in the multiverses best, and if you survive then you are free to go. This is not a deal shale. You have no choice.” Quernian turned around and said one last thing “you will be transported to the location of your battle when the time comes, I hope you find it very…..fitting.” He said with a smile. A portal opened behind zevver “go on now, vermin. I don’t want you here, and I doubt they do either” as he pointed to the portal.

As zevver stepped through the portal that led to his home, he felt worried, scared and so many other things. He hoped, and he wished that there were people there who cared about him. Part of his mind thought of his parents, maybe from learning they weren’t there or that they did care for him, something they could do no longer. The feelings, and the time outside made him tired, he went over to his bed, and laid down. He remembered something he should probably do, he picked up his work communicator and sent a voice message “hey this is zevver, I uhh…had to trash the ship to escape a tough situation…..there was…a-a creature and I couldn’t take it out otherwise.” He ended the message, grabbed a towel and went to the shower. He thought about what he was told and all he could think was about friends, about family, about support, about kindness and about care. He went through a list in his head, of people he thought cared about him, but due to worry the list was shortened “th-there’s sam…but we really just work together, same with the other crew……people do care about me right? People do right? Right? RIGHT? R-RIGHT???” He started to cry, but even the tears seemed not to help. He left the shower, got into his usual sleepwear and went to bed, that night he dreamt of nothing, not that he didn’t dream, but that he had a dream about how he had nothing, about how there was nothing for him, nothing. And the concept of nothing is the scariest one of all…
END OF CHAPTER 2

Hey another note from jk here : if any of you guys want to make characters for the “multiverses best” you are more than welcome. But I want to let yall know that I really want to write good and the delays are just because of lack of time and artists block too. I hope yall still enjoy my work and I love you all (platonically ofc)

Link to chapter 1
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Art’s really good (bout to read)

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