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Bitzel crouched down. He was breathing hard. Taking his iron pickaxe from his tool belt he started to chip away at the ground.
It was important that he did this without making a sound. He could not risk revealing his location. Traps don’t work like that. He had to hurry, too, or risk someone finding him.
The hole was finally dug and he could see into the void below. It was ready. Now all he had to do was lure someone here and shove-
He felt an excruciating pain from his back. He’d been stabbed. Bitzel felt the sword slide out and the blood start gushing from the wound. The sword had gone all the way through.
Bitzel felt himself tipping forward into the open void hole.
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Bitzel blinked himself awake. He lost. He will admit that wasn’t one of his best traps, but he did what he could! He ran out of time, and it didn’t work out. He’ll have a better plan for next time.
For now all there was to do was take a healing potion to get rid of the last amounts of pain in his back. It was a cheap shot to stab him in the back. Ruthless. He can admire that.
It reminds him of Deo in a way. He was always willing to ruthlessly kill if it was for the good of the group. He would do anything to keep them safe.
He remembers that one time he and all the boys were spawn killing that one kid. He deserved it! He wouldn’t stop encroaching on their lands and messing up Bitzel’s pride and joy. His farm.
The boys had rallied with him and made it certain that the kid would stay far away. Time has chipped away his memory of the boys’ name, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered is that he can have a sort of respect for the one who stabbed him ruthlessly in the back.
Bitzel made his way to the chest at the end of his bed. He crouched down and felt the nice carpet beneath his knees. Bitzel was one of the best Skywars players who stayed in the barracks and so got one of the best rooms.
He dug through the chest of useless memorabilia. He gently took his suit from the chest with the dark blue tie. Sometimes when he had an exceptionally bad fight he’d curl up around his suit and wish he was back in his farm surrounded by his friends.
Bitzel sighed and kept rummaging through the other useless stuff in the chest. He finally pulled out a health potion. He moved more stuff around and realized this was his last potion. He would have to go to the market and buy some more before the next tournie.
He unstopped the top of the health potion and downed it. Bitzel pulled a face and felt his tail curl up around him. With all the new technology one would really think they could make potions taste good.
He felt the pain in his back ease and stretched his arms up. The payout from just participating in the fights was great. Not that he needed the money. He had plenty of money from the Business Bay scams.
Bitzel didn’t fight in the Skywars tourneys for the money. He fought for the protection it brought him. Simon Hypixel would never let one of his most popular fighters be taken from him. That’s what Bitzel was betting on.
The Man in the Yellow Hat couldn’t reach him here. He refused to ever be forced to perform carnival tricks again. He would rather be forced to fight to the death.
Bitzel doesn’t acknowledge that this is another type of performance, just for another purpose.
He picked himself up and returned to his bed. Death was always exhasuting.
“Lord Glob, thank you for the gift of respawn. Of letting me choose my battles. Amen.”
Bitzel drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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Bitzel, Tommy, and Luke were sat around their tree surrounded by pillows and blankets. Today was the start of Winter. To those who followed the faith of Glob it was his first day of rest.
This day marked the beginning of the send off. Every day for the next 25 days something new would be added under the tree for Glob. A stuffed animal, food, blanket, or pillow. Anything that could bring comfort to the god in His slumber.
While they knelt around the tree organizing everything to look beautiful, Deo walked in.
“Why are you guys making a pillow fort under the tree?” Deo asked. “Wait where’d this tree come from? Why’s it in our storage room?”
“Shh! We have to whisper,” Tommy whispered loudly to Deo.
Deo took a minute and rolled his eyes. “Why, pray tell, must we whisper?” he whispered to them.
“It’s the first day of Glob’s Rest. You have to be quiet around the tree so you don’t wake Them,” Luke informed Deo.
“Ah, gotcha.” Deo did not follow the faith of Glob, but he would never disrespect his friend’s religion.
Bitzel asked quietly, “Would you like to join us?”
Bitzel knew that Deo sometimes felt left out when his friends were doing religious stuff together. Deo was different from them; they all knew it. He never really spoke about his past, but his glowing white eyes revealed enough.
Deo was not natural. He wasn’t just a hybrid; he obviously came from unnatural things. Something that was not in Glob’s control.
Bitzel and his friends never held it against him. Glob would not have approved. Glob’s powers may only reach to the natural, but They never instilled their followers to spread hate to unnatural things.
Bitzel continued to rearrange the first days offerings around the tree while Deo came and sat by them.
“What do I do?” Deo asked.
“Right now we’re just trying to make it look pretty.” Bitzel shrugged. “Comfortable.”
“Got it.”
For the next hour all the boys worked in companiable silence.
“This is the best one I’ve made yet,” Tommy said with pride.
“It really is, huh,” Luke responded.
Bitzel pulled them all into a side hug before saying, “Ready to end day one ceremony?”
Tommy and Luke nodded and knelt onto the ground.
“You can join us if you like, but no pressure,” Bitzel said quietly to Deo.
As Bitzel knelt down, he felt Deo kneel beside him. He smiled softly at that.
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Bitzel woke up with a jolt. He remembered that day starkly. The last Glob’s Rest he celebrated had been alone in the Skywars barracks. It didn’t feel the same.
Bitzel sighed and dragged himself out of bed. His muscles felt tense, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He went to his chest and pulled his suit out. That dream hurt him. A lot.
He hugged the neatly folded suit to his chest. He used to not be afraid of walking the Hypixel streets when he knew his boys had his back. Without them he now feared the Man in the Yellow Hat once again.
Bitzel would give almost anything up to have his boys back. He curled himself into a small ball with his suit in the middle.
He was shaken from his misery by a loud knock on his door. Bitzel slowly got up and put the now ruffled suit on his bed. He’d have to iron that later.
“Hello, who’s-”