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arospecsyourblockdudes · 2 years

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So! Tumblr user @quaranmine I have decided to take you up on your Spotify wrapped challenge but I can’t draw. So it’s a fic! I’m cheating at the challenge but it’s fine. Anyway, my top song was The Haunted Phonograph so, here we go!

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I curse the day I bought that phonograph for/You, my dear/For there are times I swear that it’s alive

“Hey man, are you ok?” Doc asked softly from the door to Ren’s Odditorium.

The man himself startled, looking up from the piece of moon rock he’d been starting at. “Oh, yeah dude! I’m alright. It’s just kinda cool a whole bit of the moon exploded our chicken coop, y’know?”

Doc hesitated. There was something about the light in Ren’s eyes that he didn’t like. “Are you sure? You’ve been in here a while.”

Ren just laughed it off and nodded. “You’re like my mom, Doc, geez. It’s fine. Promise.”

What else could he do? Doc just nodded and left to work on his own projects. He could only hope that he was being paranoid.

I chase at night the whispering from the music/Room so clear/But I’m mocked with silent scorn when I arrive

There are weird noises that come from the rock.

Doc had been half convinced it was some type of bomb at first, but now that it hadn’t exploded, that idea was gone.

For a few days, he tried to translate it to Morse code, but the sequence went by so quickly and smoothly that he gave up. Whatever the creepy moon rock wanted to say, he didn’t have to do it. He had real things to do.

Ren, however, fell in love with translating it. Or something. He claims there’s a faint whispering coming from it, and he’ll be able to decipher it. Just more time, he needs, and Doc is worried.

Ren has stopped responding as quickly when Doc checks on him. And he’s in the Odditorium more and more frequently. He doesn’t know what to do.

I try to play Caruso but the needle skips the/Grove/While calypso and Ravel keep coming back

“Hey, dude, could you keep the noise down? I can’t really hear.”

Doc obliged, turned the radio volume down. “I didn’t think I had it going that loud. Sorry if it was.”

Ren waved it off, shook his head. “No, no, you were fine. It’s just, I can’t hear what the moon rock is saying when there’s distractions, you know?”

Doc sighed. “Look, I don’t think your fixation on that thing is good for you. Why don’t you just help me go shopping for redstone stuff? Just for today.”

Ren shrugged and agreed, but Doc couldn’t help but notice how tense he was while they were away. The quick glanced he would toss in the direction of home. The way he practically ran to his Odditorium when they got home at sundown.

He tried, at least. He did something.

And there beside that damn machine, you lie/And never move/I’m cuckolded by metal and shellac

It was a couple weeks after this moon craze started that Doc noticed Ren wouldn’t come back for bed. At first he thought the man might just be going to bed late and waking up early, but there’s only so much you can deny it when he never sees the man inside the tiny RV they share.

So he stays up one night, just to see what he does.

And with a distant horror, he sees Ren building something by the Octo-bridge, dodging phantoms. Doc can’t tell what it is, sitting at the campfire, but it’s worrying that Ren has spent his nights doing this. As he watches, Ren seems to grow less and less afraid of the phantoms, just letting them swoop at him.

Doc feels slightly sick.

In the morning, he goes to check on what Ren had made. It was some iron pole, coming up from the ocean floor. It wasn’t taller than the bridge yet, so maybe that’s why Doc didn’t notice it before. Every so often there was a bit of gold or quartz, and it was a bit pretty but….why it was being built, was the question. What’s the purpose? Why is it worth Ren staying up all night, every night, and nearly getting swarmed to death by phantoms?

It has something to do with the moon, though.

It comes to me in dreams and it declares “I’m/Joan of Arc—/You can burn me but I’ve power from above!”

The spire grows. Despite Doc’s efforts to wrangle Ren into a bed and away from the moon, it grows. It branches off at seemingly random points, twisting up to the sky.

Doc’s started to dream of it himself. He stands on the Octo-Bridge staring at the thing, and staring at the moon. In the dream, the moon always says…something, and in the dream he can understand it and he knows to be afraid. But when he wakes up, he can’t remember.

He’s not going to look into it. One of them going moon-crazy is enough.

At one point, Doc gets desperate enough I try and get rid of the moon rock. He isn’t sure how, but he’s trying to leave the Odditorium with it when he’s stopped by Ren at the door. And Ren gets angrier than Doc has seen him get, ever. He tries to push past him, but when Ren tries to bite his arm, he just gives up and puts it back.

But I fear it’s not a dream and you’ll be/Swallowed in its darkness

When Ren builds at night, his eyes go white, Doc notices. And he moves like he’s sleepwalking.

Doc has taken to staying up just to keep an eye on him, make sure he isn’t hurting himself. He has to kill the occasional phantom, which Ren shouts at him for. Sometimes he has to just pick the man up and take him down to their treasure room, away from where the moon could touch him, to get a night of clarity from him. He uses it to get Ren to just sleep for once. He’s upset about it in the morning when he leaves, but it’s worth it.

Doc would keep Ren down there all the time if he could, but it doesn’t always work. And he doesn’t want to imprison the poor man.

One of these days, Doc fears, he won’t be able to get Ren back. He’ll wait too long or the moon’s influence will be stronger and Ren will just be gone.

He’s doing what he can. But with Ren now showing interest in this Mooner thing Mumbo has going on and the growing branches of the spire, he doesn’t know if it’s enough. Mentally, he makes a list of people who might know more than him. Might. He’s guessing.

It’s all he can do at this point.

It will one day speak your words for you, my love

#hermitcraft #the song is romantic but this is not ship #just what my song was #bless doc for those spooky ominous tweets or I’d never have an idea 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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