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"S-Scott? What are you doing, Scott?" Pearl took a step back, her wings flaring out in nervousness. Pearl grubbed the handle of her axe tighter, the blood from her hands transferring to the handle.
"Tilly death do us part, Pearl." Scott sparked the flint and steal, igniting the stick of TNT as he dropped it into the pile of more TNT that was beneath his feet.
"Scott, no-" Pearl ran towards Scott, trying to stop him, but it was too late. Within seconds the blast hit him, and in turn, hit Pearl sending her back into a tree and knocking her out.
Pain. That was the first thing Pearl felt as she surfaced from the hazy void of unconsciousness. Her wings felt like they were nothing but weights on her back, her legs felt like a thousand knives were being stabbed into them, and basically her entire body felt horrible.
"Scott… you…" Pearl started before an agonizing groan escaped her mouth as she sat up sluggishly. She looked down at her legs and her breath hitched at the sight.
Pearl's legs were mangled heavily from the explosion, they were most definitely broken, no doubt about that. Pearl thought for a moment trying to think of what to do now. The game was over, that hopefully meant Pearl could use her abilities to heal herself.
Pearl reached out to her knee, the blood immediately soaking through the already bloodied bandage on her hand. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she concentrated. Within moments a purple light shined from her hand before the bloodied, mangled part of her leg started to slowly fade back into regular skin. She had to hold back the pained sounds that threatened to come out of her mouth, the healing process wasn't pretty, that was for sure.
After a few, agonizing minutes Pearl took her hand of her knee now that her legs were healed. Her hand moved from her knee to the tree behind her, no doubt covered in blood now. With a shaky push Pearl stood up, having to use her wings to steady herself as she got her footing.
Pearl could mostly stand seeing as she had been able to heal her legs, but that in turn caused her to feel like she was about to pass out. Void, why is using watcher abilities so exhausting? Pearl thought to herself before starting to stumble towards where her tower is, uncaring of the fact it was almost entirely burned.
Pearl sank down onto the dirt, her wings brushing against the cobblestone walls as she leaned against them. She felt so… disgusting and tired, the blood from herself, and others seeping onto her skin the longer she keep this ragged cloak on. With a shaky hands Pearl reached up and pulled her cloak over her head, now leaving her in just her tank top and equally ragged pants.
Pearl knew she needed sleep desperately. With weeks of little to no sleep piling onto her shoulders and the exhaustion of fighting for her life over and over everything felt so heavy, so costing to do. Maybe just a few hours would help, maybe just a few…
Something was licking at her face, that's what Pearl felt as she slowly opened her eyes. The thing that immediately greeted her was the sight of…
"Tilly?!" Pearl exclaimed as the dog lapped at her, trying to get her attention. Her hands immediately went to scratching and petting the dog in front of her. However, what caught her sight the most was Tilly's collar. "Oh my… you nugget! You're still on one life!" Pearl laughed. How could she not? With the entire grief of watching Tilly get murdered in front of her Pearl didn't stop to think about how Tilly technically went by the same life roles as Pearl did, meaning the two of them were both reds.
Pearl just let herself sit there for a while, her fingers digging into Tilly's coat as she pet the dog over and over. This situation was almost hilarious, even after killing people, even after all the shit she went through; Pearl was sitting here petting and getting licked by her dog.
After a few minutes of just being there, Pearl had to push Tilly off of her, and stop her from licking at her again. Tilly let out wines at the stop of pets and love.
"I'm sorry girl, but I can't have ya' licking up any of the blood or scars that are on me. Might get you sick," Pearl explained, earning another wine from the dog. However, as Pearl was holding Tilly back she noticed just how dirty the dog was along with herself. "How about instead I take you for a bath? I think we both need it." At the sound of a bath Tilly leapt off Pearl, and started to impatiently pace.
Pearl stumbled up, her wings flaring slightly from the left over pains from the explosion. Tilly paced around her legs, trying to urge Pearl to hurry up.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Pearl reassured.
Pearl had thought she would be taken out of this world a few days —at most— after winning, but after she changed the counter from 13 days to 14 days. However, through those two weeks Pearl had managed to at least make her tower livable again and make some new clothes from her old ones and pieces of fabric she was able to scrounge up from the destroyed bases around the map.
Now, Pearl was sitting against the cobble base of her tower. Along with that, Pearl had gotten better at taking care of herself, and most specifically out of those things, being able to take care of her wings. Before hand, Pearl had forgotten to take care of them, causing her to be weighed down, and feeling… well, disgusting half of the time.
Pearl had always been someone to both like being alone, and with people, but she never thought she'd improve so much after the other people were out of the question. Had they been the actual problem, and not her? The Scarlet Witch, the insane one, the one that talked to dogs-
Pearl snapped out of her thoughts when a buzz came from her communicator. How? No one was there to send any messages, and Pearl was sure she hadn't done anything to warrent an achievment being made. Yet, when Pearl pulled her communicator from her pocket, her mouth hung open and immediately she knew she needed to check spawn.