Is this nonsensical and a stretch for the prompt? Yes. Am I publishing it anyway? Also yes. Because I had no other ideas.

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Renbob was having a bad day.

He was just chilling in his flying space RV, mindng his own business, when a little voice in his head demanded, WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHAT HAVE THOSE DISGUSTING REBELS DONE?”

Renbob frowned. Where had that come from? That was strange. He hadn’t heard anything about a rebellion since the Season 9 one against King Ren.

He hated to say it, but his friend deserved it.

This is just like that battle with the filthy desert hippies, the voice grumbled. The king has fallen…

At this point, you can probably see that Renbob was quite confused. After all, who wouldn’t be confused at a voice that isn’t theirs screaming in their head? It was giving Renbob quite an annoying headache.

Well, on second thought, it was very similar to his voice, but it had some sort of Scottish-Shakespearan-Pirate-Thing™ accent.

“Please go away, man,” Renbob begged. “I’m trying to crochet here!”

Against his will, his arm lifted up and stabbed the crochet hook through the ball of yarn. “WHAT IS THIS? WHAT AM I DOING?”

Renbob tried to pull his arm away from the hook. What is going on?

But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t move, oh sweet Notch, what was going on?

“HA!” Renbob’s mouth said, with the accent that wasn’t his. “I HAVE REGAINED PHYSICAL FORM! I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE!”

That made Renbob panic enough to take back control, finally. “Who are you?” he demanded.

How dare you! I am the King!

The king…

“The king of what?”

Hermitcraft and Third Life… I was dethroned, but I will have my revenge. They elected me, and then they betrayed me! I will not let them go so easily!

“So, uh, Mr. King,” Renbob said. “You’re… Ren?”

I AM THE RED KING!

Renbob put his head in his hands. “No, man… we aren’t getting vengeance for anything. I guess we share a body now, but I’m not a killer, man!”

The Red King hissed dramatically. Disgusting. A pacifist? Those who do not fight are the ones who allow the war to continue!

“The Red Winter War is over,” Renbob reminded him. “As is the Rebellion, man. One day, you gotta let go of the past.”

NEVER! I AM KING! AND I AM NOW THE OWNER OF THIS VESSEL - STEP DOWN, FLOWER MAN!

Renbob flinched as his mind was met with a barrage of yelling and attempts to take over. This was a rather unpleasant sensation.

“Fine!” Renbob cried, finally. “Fine. Let’s make a deal. We share. Sharing is caring, man!”

The Red King hissed again.

Renbob was pretty sure he’d regret making a deal with a werewolf who frequently was consumed by the Red Life blood rage, but he didn’t really have another choice, did he?

“We share the body,” Renbob negotiated. “I’m the main one in control. But we will look for a way to get you a body of your own. How does that sound, dude?”

The Red King was quiet for a moment.

Fine, he agreed, finally.

Renbob didn't know how he'd managed to make a deal with the Red King, of all people. Either he was better at negotiating than he thought, or the Red King was just a big pushover in disguise.

Renbob decided it was most likely the third option: the Red King was really just stupid.

But a deal was a deal.

How had Renbob just accepted the fact that there was a whole other person in his head? Well, Ren's lore was confusing. And Renbob had always been a make-friends-first, act-later kind of person. Minus the friends, in this case. So really just an act-later kind of person.

Likewise, he'd find the Red King a body later.

Crocheting was much more important.