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“What are you guys doing here?”
Evilfies eyed them through his glasses, as Wifies stared at his feet and shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably.
“Well, I might need a little bit of help,”
“And what might you need for that?”
“Do you have a command block? I thought you might have one because you have all these programs and code that you use to send us clones back into SMPs and other servers if you don’t that’s fine we could just leave and all but I was really hopi-”
“#1108,”
Wifies froze upon hearing that name fall upon his ears. His tail stopped moving and his ears went flat against his head. He didn’t like being called that. He preferred Wifies. Being called #1108 made him feel worthless. Like he wasn’t his own person.
“You don’t have to be worried about me being mad at you for asking,”
Wifies looked up. Evilfies’ gaze had softened and he was now looking at him with genuine care in his eyes.
“Y-you’re not mad?” Wifies asked nervously, testing the waters.
“Why would I? After, you’re asking for a favour I can fulfill,” The Director responded, before getting up out of his chair and heading out through the door, passing Wifies and Parrot. He stopped at the exit, turning around, making a gesturing move with his finger. “Come on, unless you don’t want me to help you.”
Parrot and Wifies hurriedly jogged after him as Evilfies walked down the cold, colourless corridors. He stopped suddenly, turning to his right and opening one of the doors. Inside, was a small museum of illegal items you shouldn’t be able to get without cheats. There were barrier blocks, light blocks, structures blocks, void structure blocks, knockback sticks, wooden axes and more importantly, command blocks.