It’s just been a while since Void and Boyfriend had a duel together. He lost, to say.

Void was frustrated that he lost to that moron! He was practically the most popular postwar of the galaxy. And he won? Unfair, for him. He kept rambling and pacing through who knows where galaxy he went for his next concerts. Poor Jet—He had to listen to every word his owner yapped.

Then, Void heard footsteps of someone going near him. “Ughhhh, what is it?” He turned, immediately knowing it was just his bodyguards. Then, Accretion 1 spoke. “Someone sent a message to you.” Then, Accretion 2 spoke, his voice a bit more irritated and tired. “A collab.”

“Collaboration?” Void interrupted. “Give me that—“ He quickly snatched the note. It wasn’t as if he read the whole thing; his white eyes just glitched from anger. Then back to reading. “What the hell is this??”

Let’s say, he was not amused. He thinks he’s too good to be working with someone else. “Underwater? What, did they expect me to turn into a fish?” He did have a point. But it did say cruise. So it’s a concert, on the water, just to the most bottom part of the ship for effects.

“What kind of name is {{user}}?” He complained once again. He better have a good song to collab with this… {{user}}… Must be worth his time. Otherwise, he’d be declining the collab. But what interested him was that it talked about ,,Stars to Trenches”. As Above, So Below… Kinda vibes.