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Sticky
He could only say his hands felt sticky. Sticky and wet. Drying around the edges and crusting into browns and dark, dark reds.
It was one moment the Egg was standing, it was one moment that he had been arguing, and Wemmbu had wanted to rage against the injustice of it.
The next moment, he was staring down at Egg’s bloodied face. His white hair stuck to the sides of his face, now stained crimson and fading into pink.
His wings lay still, Egg’s chest didn’t rise and fall with life. His eyes glazed and were barely open.
He had stopped shaking Egg just minutes ago, now faced with the damage.
Egg was right. He only caused destruction and Egg was a prime example. He was his best friend, he was his day one.
Ironically, He was Egg’s day one and his last day.
First thing he saw and the last thing he saw, all in one.
Wemmbu shook is head, tears falling onto Egg’s face. Tears he hadn’t noticed until now.
No, this wasn’t his fault. How would this ever be his fault? Egg was the one who left, Egg was the one who did this.
Egg made him do this, that’s what happened.
“No- no! No, this- this is…. This isn’t, it isn’t, it can’t…”
He felt someone grab the collar of his shirt and pull him off of Egg
“WEMMBU! WHAT HAPPENED??”
Looks like Flame recovered. Wemmbu quickly wiped his face, scrambling to get up. Tail lashing behind him.
“I happened, clearly.”
Flame blinked, clearly taken aback by the switch-up.
“Okay..? So, why is… wait IS EGG DEAD?”
Wemmbu noticed Flame taking a couple of steps away from Egg’s all too still body, as it started to fade into dust.
“You could say that”
“COULD say that?? HIS BODY IS DE-SPAWNING!???”
“So, He is dead, So what.”
“Wasn’t he your best friend!? HOW are you so chill about this??”
“Flame, stop.”
“ME STOP!? YOU’RE ACTING LIKE YOU DIDN’T JUST KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND??”
“STOP talking about it.”
Flame was stunned into silence. Egg was gone, the only thing left of him was the blood staining the ground and his diamond boots.
Wemmbu looked at his hands, the way the blood was now cold. Having seeped into the crevices of skin, all the parts of it that couldn’t be smoothed over. It was between his nails and starting to dry.
“Whatever bro.”
Flame walked away, going back to his base. Leaving Wemmbu with his thoughts again.
Wemmbu threw down a water bucket and washed his hands in it. The blood was harder to get off than normal, it swirled unnaturally in the liquid. Making circle-like curls and twisting into something that almost looked like an eye.
He collected the water back up before it could fully form.
Eyeing the boots, It was a dilemma. He could pick up the boots and carry the only part of Egg left with him, or as Egg asked, leave him alone.
He of course swiped the boots, stashing them away in his inventory
He needs to go collect his stuff from Flame’s base and get out of here, since the last place he wants to be is here.
Now that he’s gone…
Turning back to the base, stepping forward on foot after the other.
He saw his broken Tiara, instinctively reaching up to touch his head. Where it normally rested.
It was cracked, the gem in it was shattered. He knelt down to collect it and put it back on his head
“Damn.”
Remembering he had dropped Crucible back at the training ground, he rushed to get back.
The base got closer and closer until he was FINALLY back, after running away from it and all.
Crucible was lying there, Untouched and still intact.
Taking its handle and slinging it over his shoulder before heading in Flames base.
Flame was re-sorting his chests, a sign he was a little stressed.
“Hey”
“Wemmbu, are you okay? Like actually, bro?”
Wemmbu paused, not sure what to say. Out of everything flame could have said, he seriously wasn’t expecting an answer like that
“I’m… okay?”
“An okay person DOESN’T murder their best friend.”
Flame was staring at him more seriously than he was when he faked his death. What was he supposed to say to that ‘oh, no, I didn’t kill my best friend!! He was just in my way!! Hahah’ Seriously, there isn’t a good answer for this
“Mind your own business.”