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“Never let the UFO get destroyed, Son. It’s your only way back”, were the last words his father ever told him. It was a last good-bye to the life he once led back home in his home planet, a final memory to remember his father by. He doesn’t remember his father’s name that well now, nor the look of his face, his mother’s identity was a blur in his mind now.
The only thing he still had to remember them by, was a small little picture that he was given before his journey to earth. A little thing, with three people, a man, a woman, and two children, one with purple eyes, and the other one with green eyes. All with the same starry markings that decorated their skin and face, a miniature galaxy on their faces.
He doesn’t have that picture anymore, it burned away in the Manberg War.
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When the UFO explodes into a thousand million pieces, he doesn’t know how to react outwardly to Quackity’s laughter. His father’s words still ring, loud and clear in his mind, as the man beside him smiles with glee at his horror. “What the FUCK Quackity!”
Purpled’s limbs move faster than his mind, years and years of bedwars ingrained battle instincts into him. He equips on his armor, and takes out his sword as well as a few blocks, almost stunning the man besides him.
He moves towards the man, jumping onto blocks to gain the higher ground, anger coursing through his veins with a fury he’s only known in war.
His past is gone his past is gone his past is gone his past is gone.
Quackity moves to defend himself against Purpled’s attack, shifting to block Purpled’s sword with his suddenly-manifested shield.
He laughs with a wicked grin, “That was it Purpled! That was your fucking legacy! Gone in an instant, a mere footnote now! Just like you!”, taunting his attacker. Purpled moves back, still keeping his sword out in case Quackity tries something else.
“Listen Purpled, I think you’d do good at Las Nevada’s. You would have a legacy there, y'know? People who’d finally fucking remember you for once!” Quackity said, a crooked smile still painted onto his face. Both of them still leave their swords hanging at their swords, ready to swing at any moment.
The rain comes drizzling onto them, little droplets that seep deep into their formal clothes. He feels the stars on his face begin to sizzle from the rain, and his body is still pumping with adrenaline. Little droplets of rain begin to mix in with the tears that are building up in his eyes, the ashes from his ufo still floating in midair above them.
Before, all he had to do was use earth’s items to repair the ship, now all that was left of the once beautiful structure, was ashes, useless ones at that. Months of work, and what was seemingly years of days and nights cooped up in the floating structure, burnt away in the grey sky.
Purpled turns around, away from Quackity so he can’t see his face, and walks away from the incredulous man, who shouts, “The offer is still up Purpled!”
He walks away from the ashes of his fucking home, tasting the salt of his tears mixed with the water from the sky. His suit’s fabric is soaking wet, and ruined, and his hair doesn’t seem to be in any better condition.
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As the cabin shifts into open view, he sees the skull cave render in as well, and dogchamp begins to bark at the top of his lungs. Balancing delicately on the stone near the edges of the river, he carefully walks into his cave, body still shaking from both the rain and the adrenaline now slowly leaving his body.
Dogchamp comes running towards him at top speed, jumping onto his owner, ignoring the fact his suit has been through hell. He licks Purpled’s face, wagging his tail in a sort of Hello!! Food?? type of way. Purpled smiles slightly, scratching the back of dogchamp’s ears with his left hand, while taking out his communicator, which had surprisingly sustained the rain.
The buttons don’t work automatically like they used too, and he has to hit a thousand times to get the screen to load. He scrolls through the different chats he still has on the device, hundreds of servers now dead to him, and many more of admins and people looking to sponsor the once great superstar of hypixel. He should delete these at some point. Finally, towards the end, he stops on the name he’s looking for, “Dad”.
Gently pushing Dogchamp off of his lap, he taps the name, then the call button, holding the device to his ear. He knows to let it ring all the way through from experience, and a static that fills his ear for 10 seconds, before the voice shows up, “Hello, This is King Bedwars, if you want to contact me for Legal Reasons call the front desk, If you are calling on an personal matter leave a voicemail. Thanks-” He taps the button to leave a voicemail, and gets up from the seat swiftly.
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“Hey Dad..I never quite know how to start these things, you know?”
A little voice in the back of his head nagged him about, your father would have wanted you to know this. He pushed the thought process to the back of his head, fuzzy memories of a life in a castle rising into his consciousness.
“And I hate calling using the communicator. It feels like I’ll say things and they’ll all slide down the wire until they're all tangled up in the machinery.”
One of the only things that wasn't broken in the UFO’s crash landing, was the royal communicator given to him by his father as an “coming of age” gift, whatever that tradition was. A grey little box with the aging seal of the bedwars family, it’s wires were bent and broken in different places, and it still managed to help him through his unfortunate life on earth. It’s one of his prized possessions, his last grip on his home.
“....I know you said to keep the UFO safe, to make sure that it would never get destroyed Dad. And...I’m sorry I didn’t- I couldn’t keep that promise for you. For our family. I hope you’re not mad….I don’t know if it’s fixable now.” His voice caught in his throat, his words coming out in hitches and sways, stuck at the tip of his tongue.
His hand moved to click the end voicemail button, hearing the little ding that signaled it’s been saved, he moved to sit back down in the chair. Warm tears began to leak out of his eyes, heating up the stars on his cheeks. Dogchamp came running over to him, happy to take a nap with his owner again in the comfort of the cave. Purpled ran a hand over his wet hair, water seeping through the strands and landing on Dogchamp. He still carried the communicator in his hand, and instead of placing it down, he started going through the sent voicemails.
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A little message popped up on top, Voicemails older than 30 days will be deleted automatically in order to converse space. He closed the message and continued to scroll through the messages.
20 to his Dad, 10 to his brothers, 15 to Ponk, and 5 to Hypixel. Not a single one responded.
Purpled let the communicator drop out of his hand, the device flopping with a crash onto the ground, tears dropping onto the ground next to them.
“Never let the UFO get destroyed, Son. It’s your only way back.” , Purpled wonders if he’s truly alone now.