Boatem’s Special Brand of Insanity
The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship
Everyone stays silent for a solemn moment, too shocked or shook by what they’ve just learned to think of anything to say.
“So… what does being a voidwalker mean for me?”
“Oh, well, as soon as X, our admin, finds us, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to teach you everything there is to know about voidwalkers.”
“Oh. So you don’t know much about them, then?”
“Well… I think I might have a book or two that do more than only mention them… let’s finish this tour and I’ll drop them off as soon as you get settled.”
Ranboo grins, visibly brightening up from his earlier disapointment. “Thanks. I really appreciate the help.”
“You’re welcome, and even more welcome to Boatem! Come on, let me show you my base!”
As they continue on their way, past the Boatem hole, Phil frowns in concern as he shoots a wary glance in its direction yet again. “Are you sure this is safe?”
“Don’t worry, Phil, the Void – or Boatem, more like – told me it really likes its crew.”
Phil snorts with a shake of his head. “No offense, Ranboo, but I somehow doubt that’s really the case.”
“What? Why? It’s completely safe, right guys?”
Scar gives Phil a roguish grin that’s a bit too chaotic to be reassuring. “Oh absolutely! The danger Boatem Hole could present has been tried and tested with Doc’s help.”
“The test subjects were willing! We at Boatem Inc strive to offer the full peace, love and plants treatment to all customers and employees who are part of the boatem family.”
“Um, yeah, though in some cases that willingness was probably dubious at best…”
The top hat wearing man cuts himself off when Grian clears his throat pointedly.
Phil can’t do anything but stare. How exactly did he become friends with these people again? Ranboo included?!
“Anyways, it was eventually determined to be so completely harmless that we decided to make it a tradition to seal our Boatem Co. meetings with a leap into the void.”
“Mate, that just makes this whole Boatem thing sound worse!”
“Well how else do you suggest we keep it fed?” Grian chimes in with a shit-eating grin.
Hold on a second, did Grian really say–
“Wait, what the hell do you mean by that? You feed it?”
Phil nearly loses it when Grian fucking shrugs, totally unconcerned with the utter bullshit coming out of his mouth. He thought Tubbo’s particular brand of chaos was bad, but now he knows with terrifying certainty that Grian and the bee loving teen would get along like a house on fire.
“Well, yeah, of course. It’s only common sense to give it offerings, after all, so everyone has their own way to contribute to feeding our beloved Boatem. Scar feeds it vex magic, crystals and copper on top of practically volunteering himself to be a daily sacrifice.”
“Grian!” Scar protests half-heartedly.
“What? It only makes sense with the amount of times you’ve died to Boatem already.” Grinning widely, Grian clears his throat. “Anyways, I know Mumbo occasionally feeds it diamonds or even his diamond pickaxe if he’s feeling particularly generous. Pearl has a habit of dying every single time she builds on a big scale, which seems to soothe Boatem’s bloodlust well enough, and Impulse feeds the hole with wither roses, amethyst shards along with the occasional chocolate bar from his factory.”
Phil falters for a moment while he’s moving along with the rest of the group, stepping off the island and onto another bridge.
What?
Just, what?
What in Void’s name– what the hell is this shit? Just how insane are these people he calls his friends?
“What do you do to feed it, Grian?” Phil drawls, unsure if he actually wants to know the answer to that question.
“Oh, me? Well, I used to sacrifice goats to Boatem, and now I organize meetings that always result in a lot of hilarious deaths to the void. It’s all in good fun, really.”
Without hesitation Grian ventures into a tunnel that’s located between two bigger underground hallways that look a lot more decorated and official.
Falling into steps with the other avian, Philza shakes his head in disbelief as he tries to process what he’s been told.
While Phil has been called insane too many times to count, this shit is on a whole other level.
“You guys are completely batshit insane, you know that right?”
Scar and Grian wear matching smirks as they exchange a look that says it all and snort in wry amusement.
“So we’ve been told.”
A/N : I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter!
A/N : a master list of this au/rough timeline can be found here :D
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