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Wemmbu stands in a cauldron in between two wooden pillars, a lawman standing above him. He’s naked, he doesn’t have any armor, no ender chest, nothing in his inventory except for two beetroots. He knows he’s cooked.
Lettuce’s speech drones on in his mind as he warns the crown of hundreds of players.
“Players of unstable SMP! Today, Wemmbu, a player known for his many crimes and dangerous actions, will be executed! This is what happens when you don’t obey the law. I’m making an example out of Wemmbu here. I’m not trying to be cruel, but his actions are truly unjustified! He cannot be redeemed, his crimes are to grave, and he must be removed from this server if we even think to make it better!” The crowd cheers. “I hope, for my next goal after Wemmbu is taken care of, that FlameFrags, the Immortal Demon, will be captured and promptly executed as well!” The players started jumping and cheering, and Wemmbu rolled his eyes.
Wemmbu thinks it’s cringe, it literally cannot be that serious, and it was anarchy server, after all. He stares out into the crowd and spots Parrot and Theo. He isn’t embarrassed, but it still hurts his pride when they see him weak like this. He also sees a few invis players, maybe Spoke and Mapic, or Flame, if he even cared after he ditched him. When he looks up, he sees the lawman above him holding an anvil in his right hand.
Was this really it?
Wemmbu thought as he closed his eyes.
...
“WEMMBU!”
A familiar voice shot through the crowd, and Wemmbu’s eyes flew open as he leaned over the cauldron's edge to look into the crowd. A different lawman almost lunges, but LettuceK holds up a hand to stop him. ‘Let him see.’ Lettuce mouths.
Wemmbu leans over and spots Eggchan running up to the edge of the crowd, his familiar pink tie and pristine suit under his ugly trims, which now, in the moment he thinks are not-so-ugly, and this will probably be his last time seeing Egg. Minutetech probably got him out of the end, and Wemmbu hoped that Egg would be fine with just Minute.
Egg’s singular large eyeball had fat tears rolling down it as he cried Wemmbu’s name, being stopped by a few lawmen as he got too close, and dragged back. By the time Wemmbu could comprehend what had just happened, Egg had already been dragged out of hearing distance. He fought back, but with his PVP skills, was easily overpowered. Wemmbu fought back tears, not daring to show emotion in front of the hundreds of players.
“Players of unstable!” Lettuce’s voice boomed. “I've decided now, as well as Lomedy, FlameFrags teammate and friend, Eggchan will also be imprisoned, for being Wemmbu’s teammate and friend!”
Wemmbu whirled back to Lettuce. “You can’t do that! Egg did nothing wrong! He’s just a chungy, bro.”
Lettuce simply ignored his words. “Now, is everyone ready to see this tyrant, this criminal, this villain, executed?” The players roared with excitement. Lettuce turned to wemmbu, a smile on his face. “Any last words, Wemmbu?” His smile sickened Wemmbu, too-white and too-perfect canines poking from under his lip, his neat red fur pissing Wemmbu off. Just looking at that bastard made him angry.
“Go fuck yourself.” He spat, and the clang of an anvil being placed was the last thing he heard before his world went dark.
Wemmbu was squashed by a falling anvil
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Wemmbu shot up in a cold sweat. His vision was blurry, and something soft was under him. He looked down to a red bed and grass floor, and when he looked up he saw uneven oak walls, and a second red bed a block away from his. He looked down at his hands, they were softer, less calloused. He reached up and felt his horns—the chip he had gotten in his left one during the war with PrinceZam, and the right one that he was almost nearly missing from the 2v1000 was gone.
He remembered Zam betraying him, being trapped in ClownPierce’s prison with Zam, Pangi, and Egg, getting Parrot resources when the avian was stuck in Proton, escaping an escape room with Zam that Wato built, Sky civ, Being trained with ManePear, the Mafia, EXP Civ, his quarrels with the pirates, going to the farlands, faking his death after getting orbital strike cannons, and finally getting hunted and captured by an organization called “The Law”.
“What the… was that a dream…? It felt so real.” He muttered, getting up. He recalled the events so clearly that he was confused, and decided to get some fresh air.
Wembu walked out of the shack, and was met with his beautiful, thriving civilization that Zam had tasked him to create. Dione was planting and harvesting wheat, expchan helping him.
“…Huh.” It had really felt like a dream, but perhaps it wasn’t. But even so, having a dream about Zam betraying him was concerning. He sat on the stairs of the giant staircase leading up to the town hall, daydreaming as he watched his people, when a voice snapped him from his thoughts.
"Wemmbu!” Eggchan called out. “I’ve been looking for you! Horace wants his payment.”
“Uhh… How much was it again?”
“I think like 10 emeralds.”
“Alright.”
Wemmbu took out his ender chest, and when he looked inside, he was rather confused. He had a ton of randomly colored, empty shulker boxes, a singular white shulker box with random netherite gear and tools that looked like battle loot from the armor durability, and a bunch of shulkers with a bunch of random stuff, and two maces, named Gambit and Crucible.
"What the..."
Wemmbu’s mind suddenly rushed back to that vivid dream he had—these were the exact items he had before he was taken away by Lettuce, items he had quickly stashed away before the caracal knew. His throat tightened. If that dream had really happened, he had died, and suddenly woke up in the past. It seemed impossible, but could it be a glitch? An admin messing with him? Some sort of hacker?
His head hurt just from thinking about it.
“…I don’t have any emeralds on me right now. Can you get some?”
“Yessir!” Eggchan saluted Wemmbu, before running off to their villagers. Wemmbu kept his voice steady to not betray his panic.
If this dream was really true, in a matter of weeks he would be betrayed by Zam, and his civilization would be blown up. Parrot would come in just a few days while being hunted by ClownPierce. FlameFrags would lead a group of players to attack them.
If Wemmbu knew what happened in the future, then surely he could prevent everything that he regretted, that he wished had never happened.
He could be prepared for the PrinceZam empire war, stop YeahJaron sooner, he could prevent ManePear from calling him a lost cause, he could prevent Rejoice from dying, he could gain the power of the orbital strike cannons much sooner than the universe intended from him to do, and most importantly, destroy the law before Lettuce could turn it into what killed this future Wemmbu.