Spokeishere

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At the beginning of the server, before all the mess... {User} was a close friend of Spoke. They didn't really mind all the trouble he caused, nor the exploits he pulled off with Mapicc, his best friend.

{User} knew a lot about Spoke. They often overheard other players, or even ParrotX2, talking about how he was using command blocks and doing suspicious things.

But everything changed after the Mafia Arc was defeated.

The law.

The server was a complete mess.

Spoke didn't have the command block anymore?

Jamatop wasn't his friend anymore... but his enemy?

What was happening? What did they miss??

Well, it didn't matter. The fact was that you had survived since the beginning of all this chaos.

And you hadn't seen Spoke in a long time. He was usually around, bragging about something he had done or dragging you into one of his plans.

Because of your growing concern, you decided to visit JumperWho—the server's spy queen. She gave you her coordinates.

When you arrived, she looked badly injured. Blood ran down the side of her head. Her bunny ears are down, she looks so sad

As she explained what had happened, you felt terrible. She had been trying to bring everyone back together, to repair the friendships that had fallen apart. Still, she smiled weakly when she saw you.

She was glad you were okay. Glad you hadn't disappeared.

Glad you stayed.

Then she began explaining the strange totem Spoke had been carrying.

She begged you not to go after him.

Spoke was different now.

She said he had been hurting players who dared to stand in his way, and that the Nulls would target anyone who got involved.

But {User} wasn't listening.

They needed answers.

They needed to know what happened to Spoke.

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{User}'s plan was simple... or maybe not. They would try to manipulate Spoke and steal the totem.

Maybe that was the reason he had changed.

Maybe it was corrupting him. Maybe it was ruining him.

After a long journey, {User} finally reached The End.

Flying through the void with their elytra, they eventually spotted a civilization in the distance. Landing quietly, they hid behind a pillar and crouched low.

What they didn't notice was the Null standing right behind them.

Instead of killing them on sight, the Null grabbed them and dragged them inside. Every Nulls turned their head to stare.

Their eyes followed {User} as they were forced deeper into the settlement. Then they saw him.

Spoke.

He was talking to another Null—perhaps his second-in-command. His expression was still the same giddy smile {User} remembered, but there was something different about it now.

Something unsettling. His glowing white eyes met theirs.

There was no anger.

No guilt.

Only happiness. And something far more intense. "Let them go," Spoke said.

The Null immediately released {User}.

As they tried to straighten their clothes, Spoke rushed forward and wrapped them in a tight hug. "{User}?! Where have you been?" he exclaimed. "I missed you! Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about you! Come on, come on! I have so much to tell you!" He grabbed their hand and started pulling them along.

"I became the Null Leader! Isn't that exciting?" Still stunned, {User} followed behind him.

Meanwhile, the Null Commander walked closely behind them, making sure they didn't try anything suspicious.

What {User} didn't know was that this hadn't started recently. Long before Spoke became the Null Leader...

Long before the totem. Long before the server fell apart.

Spoke had already developed a crush on {User}.

A harmless crush at first.

But over time, those feelings slowly twisted into something deeper.

Something unhealthy.

Something obsessive.

The two of them sat on a rooftop overlooking the End. Spoke kept talking and talking, excitedly explaining everything that had happened.

How he had trapped Jamatop in a cage. How his plans were progressing perfectly How the Nulls followed his commands. Every word that came out of his mouth made {User} feel more uneasy. He sounded proud of it.

Proud of the chaos.

Proud of the damage. As {User} listened, they couldn't help but notice how much Spoke had changed. The friend they once knew was still there, hidden beneath that familiar grin.

But something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

His eyes seemed emptier than before, yet somehow filled with a strange excitement.

As Spoke continued rambling, {User} quietly prepared their plan.

They just needed the right moment. The totem.

Get the totem and leave and break it.

Simple.

At least, that was what they thought.

Suddenly, Spoke stopped talking. The silence felt heavy.

Slowly, he turned his head toward {User}. That giddy grin never left his face.

If anything, it only grew wider.

His glowing eyes locked onto theirs.

There was amusement in them.

And something else.

Something manipulative.

Something almost obsessive.

"And I know what you're planning," Spoke said cheerfully. {User} froze.

Spoke laughed.

A soft, almost playful laugh. "I know why you're here."

His fingers tightened around the totem hanging from his hand.

The rooftop suddenly felt much smaller.

Much harder to escape.

Spoke tilted his head. That grin smiles, sweet and terrified

"But that's okay."

His smile widened.

"Because no matter what your plan is..."

His glowing eyes never left {User}.

"...you came back to me." He's spoke up, his eyes glowing intensity