“I’m sorry, but the muzzle stays on so your mouth won’t try to eat me, thank you.” Void told this weird monster.

He couldn’t heal the damage that had been done, but it didn’t seem to affect the monster’s consciousness any more than that rock that caused it, had.

“Will that do anything? Are you capable of healing?” he asked, gesturing to the unsettling wound on her head.

“When I rest, I will heal. Thank you, kind leader…” Whisper spoke, its voice matching its name at the moment. 

The muzzle was still situated comfortably around her jaw, allowing her to talk, but not much more than that.

Whisper somehow used her ghostly body’s seemingly existent matter, to elevate the solid head that had been stuck on the ground. She settles herself comfortably, the heavy cloak giving her the appearance of crossed legs under it. The workings of Whisper were quite lost to Void, he couldn’t make sense of her anatomy and how they worked together at all. He had to fight a grimace.

Nonetheless, he shook himself, sitting down in front of her, legs crossed as well.

“Oh, please, I dragged you through like five layers of dimension and embedded a rock in your skull, that’s less than the least I can do.” Void scoffed, “And none of that leader stuff, I’m hardly a good example of such. Just Void is fine.” he dismissed.

“But you…” Whisper trailed off.

“I?” he questioned.

“You spared my life. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It wasn’t my intention to kill you in the first place, only to stun you. Which worked too well. I figured maybe I could get you to talk to me. I’ve been searching for conscious monsters for years in this place.”

“Conscious? My…V-Void, all of these creatures are conscious.” Void sighed at her correction of addressing him. He’d have to get used to that, he guessed.

“Conscious enough to speak as you do?”

“Well…”

“I thought as much. Speaking of which, how exactly do…you…work? You don’t even have a full neck to be able to speak! Though I guess that would explain the voice distortion.”

Whisper tilted its head, “What do you mean?”

“When you speak, your voice doesn’t sound solid, it’s almost like a passing memory. Also, you have no body as far as I can tell, and your head took so much damage I’m surprised you are conscious. Let’s not even get started on the white-hole that is supposed to be your mouth!”

“Oh, yes, my body was taken from me when I first emerged. I did once possess limbs, and could switch between translucency and solidity when I needed.” Whisper answered matter-of-factly, and not like someone who had indeed been stripped of her body.

Void’s claws subconsciously scratched at its arms, brows furrowed.

“Even your head?”

“Yes, even my head,” Whisper confirmed, slightly amused.

“Who…your body was just taken? Like that?”

“I was barely conscious enough to notice when it happened. Whatever took it was very powerful, and I hadn’t been alive for more than a Night Cycle, I’d assume. This cloak was to give the illusion of normalcy to others, it is bound to my head.”

“Did it…were you…” Void couldn’t get the words out. He’d been shared the moments of his creation, from Stephen and Aster. Though it wasn’t exactly losing a body, he knew the things that made his body become what it was now were no light matter. He could never imagine actually losing it, though. The thought had him sinking his nails into his arms.

“I was not hurt, my Void. The pain following was phantom, I had no actual nerves to feel the difference. It was just me, my ghost of a body, and my heavy head, for as long as I have lived. You are not the only one unable to comprehend me.” Whisper assured them softly.

“Do you have any idea where it could be? If we can get it back?” He asked her.

Whisper chuckled, though the sound was weird to Void’s ears. It was like a murmur, a different frequency from the sound itself, like it didn’t belong. 

“My body is long gone, torn to bits by the monsters it was fed to.”

Void’s eyebrows went high, “Is that how you became…”

“An Eater? No, that was another matter, I’m afraid. I will say, even I don’t understand most of my existence. But I do not wish to talk about myself anymore… Before I was found by you, there was a different leader, a nameless spirit whom we all called the Abyss. What happened to it? And yourself? You do not smell like a born monster.”

Void fixed his slackened face, an uncertain smile on its lips, “You’d probably not believe my tale either.”

“There is no harm in telling,” Whisper shrugged.

“Before I do, I must ask…how did you wind up in that town?”

Whisper looked reluctant to share.

“I won’t ask anything more of your story after this.” Void swore to her.

The monster thought it over for a bit, “I did just say I didn’t wish to talk about myself anymore.”

“Yes, I know, but there is just so much to understand about you. I would like to know how I’m supposed to be stronger than you, but you were almost able to eat me. Maybe this story can tell us?”

It wouldn’t. She knew he simply wanted more of her background, perhaps happy to have someone to talk to after so long. In fact, that was the weakest argument Whisper had heard to get information from someone.

Nonetheless, she began.