Jack the Gatekeeper of the Void
Jack is a formless voice, and a compassionate fool. He, like the first Jack, believes existence is pain. This Jack however takes a different route in coping: he removes the existence altogether. It is not the same as dying. When you die you rest until the day of resurrection, but when you are removed from existence you can be brought back sooner. I do wonder wether not existing makes it so that you will not be resurrected, but I doubt it. Still, playing with existence itself is dangerous.
The void is not black, nor white, nor any color. It is perhaps like the color of air in a well lit room. It's something hard to comprehend. Even harder when you factor in the fact that you aren't able to think about it when you are sent there because you don't exist. It's not painful, it's not joyful. It's perhaps like a dreamless sleep that you can't attach any meaning to when you wake up, and surely can't while you're asleep. One way it differs from dreamless sleep is that when you wake up from sleep it is pleasant, but if you wake up from nonexistence it's painful. Going from no sensation to full sensation is an attack on the senses similar to the tactile effects of opiate withdrawal, where everything hurts even though you're not in the slightest bit injured.
When he first came to me I was in deep distress. In fact, nearly every time he comes to me I'm in deep destress. The first thing he took away was my sight. He did this because I didn't want to see the world. Next he took my sight and my hearing, because I didn't want to hear the world. Next he took my sight and hearing and sensation, because I didn't want to feel the world. Slowly but surely it evolved into him taking me completely out of existence, not only taking away my senses but also my consciousness itself. At first this was a blessing, but the main problem with it is that at times he sends me to the void when I'm doing something important or when I have some responsibilities I need to take care of. Luckily he doesn't do that much anymore, but in the early days there were times when he would take away my sight while I was riding my bike. This was in a way a blessing though, as it inspired me to wear a helmet.
He has no face; he is not a nopperabou.