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He saw the calls, felt the rapid pings from his communicator and watched as the final death message came in.
While it intrigued him, it wasn’t enough to set him off course.
The amethyst bracelet he had purposefully tucked under his sleeve glowed faintly, a plea for attention, for help but the hybrid ignored it. Wemmbu knew his brothers could handle themselves without his help, they had always found a way too. It shouldn’t matter how uneasy he felt, how wrong it felt to ignore the faint alarm-
The demon hybrid shook his head.
No, he couldn’t, wouldn’t do this, they would be fine. He would not needlessly worry about them, there was no point. Eggchan was still in danger, still being held hostage. Wemmbu had his priorities, he had chosen his best friend, yet something- it felt wrong.
Wemmbu had familiarised himself with danger, almost to perfection, an odd lifestyle choice some may say, but it didn’t change the fact that he had an incredibly keen sense for it.
Something was approaching, he knew, the purple hybrid had felt the sudden chill in the air, a shift of some kind. The sensation of dread overtook him as he walked, he wanted to intervene- no, he couldn’t get involved, Egg was still in danger, he would stay away from whatever it was.
With a hardened, almost regretful, resolve, Wemmbu pushed through, holding up his torch, as he navigated through the dark caves. It was desolate, his ‘companions’ already have left. It was endless, the path, the journey, the hybrid’s legs sore from walking, as echoes of mobs sounded throughout the caves. For a moment he chose to rest, to close his eyes and breathe.
What a mistake it was.
Wemmbu’s back pressed against a wall, slightly falling back, as it moved.
His eyes widened, as he sat up immediately, whipping his head around, but before he could take a proper look, the hybrid fell through the floor, arms reaching up in desperation to stop it. The hybrid pulled out his water bucket, ready to save himself, but the call was barely 10 blocks. As he landed, he tilted his head up, trying to see if he could leave the way he came in but the doors had closed as fast as they had opened.
So he was trapped.
Alone.
Again.
Reigniting his torch, Wemmbu brushed the dust off his clothes, huffing in irritation. Of course this would happen, when has something ever gone right for him. Rolling his eyes, the demon hybrid readjusted his crown, as he continued to observe his surroundings.
It was a cave, yes, but it was an ancient room of sorts, etchings and engravings covering the walls. A madman’s work, one could say, but what stood out to him were the gems, four of them attached to the wall in neat order. What was more peculiar was the text, encrypted in a strange manner.
Mulq ujbh okodnf ipecr ogfyllu
Z iryjuv nopq vq vrgapgdqhs.
Ql Xwfsho’u pxhr qpn pyzhj yscyh zgef,
Fkiygr ioij zssuz fbbv fbd unbdjk njpz.
Wey jimbuaw jvcgnz dfvqq hgfebn fvqs;
L uawkthx fyqgbh msqr bne.
Of course, Wemmbu paid no mind to the words, but the gems, they certainly caught his eyes, looking particularly precious. He could bargain them off for a hefty price, earn himself some more diamonds.
Without a second thought, the hybrid pulled out his pickaxe, plucking them out of their place on the wall. They would sell for good money, he thought to himself, neatly tucking them away into his ender chest.
The walls shook, dust flying, and rocks jumping about. Wemmbu steadied himself, sword out, but.. nothing came.
Instead, the walls behind him split, slowly spreading to reveal an exit. The opening was loud, and screechy, overtly dramatic, but nonetheless it was an exit.
He was suspicious, not because the doors opened, but because he couldn’t see beyond it. So the purple demon inched closer, still only being able to make out faint shapes beyond the light of the opening. Experimentally, he grabbed a rock and threw it out the exit.
It clattered and rolled onto the other side, at least from what Wemmbu could make out. It should be safe, theoretically, but he would rather be safe.
Taking out his pickaxe, he aimed it at the wall, attempting to break the surface.
Nothing.
He hit harder.
Still nothing.
So he put every ounce of his strength into breaking. But this time the same force threw him back, his pickaxe out of hand.
Ok. So, there was no other way out. Sighing, he grabbed his discarded pickaxe, brushing off the dirt, as he put it away.
Now or never, Wemmbu thought to himself, approaching the exit.
As his foot made contact with the ground, on the other side of the frame, a bright light flashed before his eyes, and before he knew it, Wemmbu was out. Out of the caves, and back into the overworld.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
He couldn’t be back.
Wemmbu still needed to rescue Egg, kill Arachnid, he couldn’t leave the caves now.
Fuck- How was he supposed to go back???
[EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP whispered to you: -XXXX.XX, -YYYYY.YY, -ZZZ.ZZZZ]
[arachni1d_ was shot by EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP using {Mrutyu}]
]arachn1d has left the game]
[Yungyx was shot by EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP using {Mrutyu}]
[Yungyx has left the game]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as .-. . -.. / ..-. . .- - …. . .-. ]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as RTS QIAIWPV]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as .-. . -.. / ..-. . .- - …. . .-. ]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as RTS QIAIWPV]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as .-. . -.. / ..-. . .- - …. . .-. ]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as RTS QIAIWPV]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as .-. . -.. / ..-. . .- - …. . .-. ]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as RTS QIAIWPV]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as .-. . -.. / ..-. . .- - …. . .-. ]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as RTS QIAIWPV]
[XXXXXXXX didn’t want to live in the same world as EC-QB-RG-GZ-RP]
What.
What the fuck.
How-
It shouldn’t be possible.
Wemmbu stared at his communicator in shock.
It was a massacre, and it was..? Who were these people, or was it one person? No.. couldn’t be.
He closed eyes, taking a sharp breath, trying to settle his nerves.
Something light landed against his food, a crimson feather. Wemmbu picked up, the texture feeling oddly familiar. Unfortunately he wasn’t given much time to dwell on it.
[Eggchan whispered to you: Hey bro, this red guy like saved me, can you come pick up]
[Eggchan whispered to you: -XXXX.XX, -YYYYY.YY, -ZZZ.ZZZZ]
Wemmbu’s eyes widened.
And then-
The amethyst on his wrist cracked.
His gaze travelled down, hands now trembling.
Oh god.
Parrot watched the bodies disintegrate, as the server’s system dragged the individuals away, banning them permanently. How had that happened? He was only here for..
The hybrid clicked open his inventory, momentary shock played across his face.
How…?
There were items in his inventory, ones he hadn’t picked up before. Arrows, bows, crossbows? Totems, nametags?
He doesn’t remember anything from the past few hours, but the hybrid finds that he doesn’t particularly mind the memory gaps, erasing a part of himself that he doesn’t want to know.
The bird hybrid stretched out his hands, his claws, enjoying their recent sharp development. His bright feathers were slowly fading as the hours passed, an almost reddish-yellow hue slowly enveloping the fresh green. It was.. not unwelcome, possibly something that was desperately needed. Regardless, Parrot had never cared for personal looks, he had much more important matters to deal with.
He flew through the caves, no longer needing the light to guide him out, it was simply pure instinct. His wings felt light as ever, no longer hidden underneath his armour, Parrot was free to roam the skies for himself once more.
As he continued on his merry way, a traitorous part of Parrot gave way to his thoughts, Theo and Reina, his brothers, Wifies…
What would they think? Would they be appalled, disgusted, proud?
It didn’t matter anymore, how could it? He was alone once again, torn away from the ones he’d sworn to protect, lost and isolated.
It was only as a final farewell that he had attempted to resolve some of their older problems, not that Parrot remembered anything.
And his brothers? They wouldn’t even realise it. None of them truly understood his stance, prancing forward thoughtlessly with a sword instead. In combat, yes they were all brilliant, and they had always looked down on him for his need for strategy and his pacifistic nature.
Hot anger fueled his lungs at the memories, as he landed in the remains of his old castle.
Wifies had been right, he needed to be a little selfish.
Looking around, staring up towards where the highest balcony used to be, Parrot was unable to help the smile upon his lips, remembering the horrified face of Saparata when he’d shown him the head of a fallen lover. The lover in question was alive and well, for Parrot would never actually kill someone uninvolved and innocent but Saparata didn’t know that, all he saw was the illusion Parrot had conjured up with some red stone and enchants.
The mace he had stolen had hit the white man with such devastating force, red blood spurted out, bright against the pale skin yet it looked so perfect against the man’s black and red armour. A truly wonderful contrast. Parrot had watched with terrible interest when the light left Saparata’s eyes momentarily, as the last totem popped.
Then.. nothing.
He remembered nothing, knew nothing but the feeling of utter relief. For he had blanked out and before he knew it, Saparata was dead, by his own hand or by someone else’s, Parrot didn’t know, didn’t care.
The hybrid had stared down at the broken body of the second king with glistening intensity, letting a small smile slip, before flying away.
That was in the past now, there were far more urgent matters to attend to.
Saparata was right.
Parrot raised his sword.
I was never fit to be king.
The TNT that had been lined up, set off one by one, igniting themselves mid-air, a deadly display of fireworks.
I was meant to be something better.
[Parrotx2 was blown up by Ktr Ytqzitk]
[Parrotx2 was blown up by Ktr Ytqzitk]
He had felt it, the amethyst crack, as he stacked away, climbing towards the highest floor of the purgatory.
How did- No..
What did he miss?
No, NO- Parrot was meant to be king, he had done EVERYTHING in his power to make sure.
Spoke’s fists clenched tighter, trembling and seeping with utter anguish and fury. Why was he, why were his brothers still alive?- Parrot was meant to outlive them, what happened??
He needed to get back to spawn, to understand what had gone so terribly wrong. Spoke had just lost Mapicc, and Jumper was nowhere to be seen, he couldn’t lose his brother too.
Did he even deserve to be called Parrot’s brother? After everything?
After he had ignored Flame’s frantic calls and messages, begging for help to find and check in on Parrot, how he had looked at those messages and laughed: Parrot is practically impossible to outsmart, he would be fine.
How wrong he had been.
It had been so long since the voidling had referred to any of his brothers as actual family, but Parrot- he had been a different case entirely. They had all drifted apart, each to their own, but the bird hybrid had always reached out, checked in, yet they had all pushed him away. But they all noticed, the light in his eyes beginning to dim, and they had all thought it was for the better. It would be his biggest regret to this day, unable to reach out to his oldest brother.
When the battle against LAW had taken place, Spoke was beyond happy, not because of the massacre, but because they finally felt like a family again.
And the amethyst, who could forget the gem they all shared, that now served as a painful reminder that one of them was gone, and none of them were able to stop it. What made the ordeal worse was that the amethyst bracelets were Parrot’s idea. ‘A way for all of us to know that the others are ok’, he had said with such heart and logic, Spoke couldn’t help but laugh at the time as he grabbed the item. That memory now serves as a painful reminder of what he wasn’t able to protect, what his brothers weren’t able to protect. The voiding was beyond furious, at the thought. Why hadn’t they stepped in? They were supposed to look after Parrot while he was gone.
They had agreed. THEY HAD ALL AGRRED.
Spoke had messaged both Wemmbu and Flame when he got imprisoned, begging them to try and protect Parrot. They had agreed, WHY DID THEY LIE?
Anger coursed through him, as he skimmed through the communicator, through the messages and the call log. This person who had killed Parrot, they had no name, no data- nothing to find them by. They were new, and desperate for blood.
That was fine, Spoke could work with desperate, desperate people slip, and when they did he would kill them with his own bare hands, no mercy. He could already imagine it, his hands wrapping around this person’s throat, gripping and clawing at it, till their windpipe crushed and the air could no longer enter their lungs-
He shakes his head, the voidling’s thoughts scattered more than his liking. Maybe he should take a moment to breath, to stop for a second-
No he wouldn’t- no he couldn’t stop now. Spoke had the power of Null now, a whole army behind him. It was his to use, to do as he pleased. He had promised the prisoners and guards that they would make their way to spawn and take over, and so he would.
And in doing so, he would bring justice to his brother.
So there he stood, at the highest level of the purgatory, Spoke’s voice ringing out to the people below.
”TO THE NULL, TO MY ARMY, HEAR MY VOICE”
He stepped closer to the edge.
”WE WILL RETURN TO SPAWN.”
The voidlings arms spread wide, a wicked grin on his face.
”AND UNDER MY COMMAND WE WILL TAKE OVER, AVENGE THOSE WE HAVE LOST”
Cheers and roars echoed throughout the chambers and the halls, a united chorus for a united movement. The voidling smiled to himself at the thought.
His own mafia..
Except he would not use it for more power, no, no- he would never become like Ashswag. It would be a far more selfish reason.
He would use it to avenge Parrot, and find his killer, to preserve the throne in his memory. No one but Parrot would be king, he would make sure of it.
Slowly, Spoke stepped away from the edge, slowly turning back.
Imagine his surprise when he saw his remaining brothers standing there, with their respective friends- oh and would you look at that? Even Parrot’s old friends.
Some friends they were, the voidling thought to himself as he approached them, his tail swaying side to side tauntingly.
”To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Wemmbu rolled his eyes, “Cut the crap, we need to go-“
”And why would I listen to you?”
Flame placed a hand on his shoulder, the man’s own cracked amethyst shining through his sleeve.
”Because not only is Parrot gone,” Flame grits his teeth, clearly holding back his own emotions, “His death has left a major problem in its wake-“”
”OH MY GOD- Cut to the point,” the purple demon hybrid pushed the other out of the way, “The server is deleting itself.”