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Conk has lived for about 6,000 thousand days, or around sixteen and a half years. Now for many, that isn’t very old, but for the Natural Blocks Section of the Creative Inventory, he was one of, if not the oldest there. The thing about The Natural Blocks Section of The Creative Inventory was—
Mushroom
“Wheee! Here I go!”
Startled out of his thoughts, he barely registered Mushroom leaping over the edge into The Void, called by The Builder into The Real World. Just as soon as she was gone, a new Mushroom popped into existence in her barren room. The thing about The Natural Blocks Section of The Creative Inventory was that every day the builder would call out blocks from it. Once called, each block would feel what was dubbed, “The Tug.” It would pull them over the edge, letting them die. Then a new block would spawn in their bed, one who remembered nothing of their past life.
Each block was used in differing amounts, resulting in various lifespans. Mushroom, one of Conk’s neighbors, had one of the shorter ones, often only living for a few minutes at a time, a few hours at most. Deep Slate, his other neighbor, usually lived around 20 days. Stone, or Conk as he liked to be called, never was called, not even once.
Or maybe he was, but no one remembered if that was the case.
Bone
Another to The Void, another dead, another new life.
Conk was never called.
Black Stone
Maybe Conk could hang out with his friends Andesite, Diorite, and Granite. They, like him, weren’t used as much by The Builder and were only 960 or so days younger than him. They understood what it was like, stagnate in a world where everyone resets sooner or later. They knew what it was like to see a friend die, and come back with no memory of you.
Once, when he was younger, Conk tried to rebuild all those friendships. It wasn’t that hard to tell them where they were, who they were, and who he was. Well, it wasn’t hard until it was clear he would have to do it over, and over, and over. Eventually Conk started to not bother, because it was easier to do nothing than to try to keep a relationship the other forgot.
Even with the idea of hanging out with his friends, Conk didn’t do anything. Conk couldn’t even muster up the will to move from his spot staring into The Void.
Mushroom
What even was the point?
Mushroom
There was always a chance The Builder would do something new and take away the few friends who did remember.
Mushroom
Conk sometimes considered just diving into The Void regardless of who The Builder called next.
Netherack
But then there was the matter of Crying Obsidian.
Crying Obsidian, another block like him who wasn’t used much by The Builder. Conk didn’t know how old he was, but he was up there as one of the oldest here. Conk never really interacted with Crying Obsidian much, they just didn’t have much reason to. But from what Conk did know, Crying Obsidian wanted to die. He wanted to die so badly, he just leapt into The Void to end it all… Except it didn’t.
He remained floating in the void, perfectly still. No matter how many called out Crying Obsidian’s name, he never responded. It was almost as if he were dead, but he wasn’t. Crying Obsidian in his effort to die, instead entered a limbo where he could do nothing but think… If he even could.
Crying Obsidian became what Diorite had dubbed as Stuck.
Conk didn’t know what being Stuck was like, but he didn’t want to find out.
Mushroom
So instead Conk was staring out into The Void, barely registering what was going on around him, thinking of nothing.