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Exodus was spun out of its absent wandering through the End when it noted something odd occur on the rippling border between life and death, and admittedly, it was intrigued.
While it didn’t seem to catch Her attention, it had certainly caught its.
Because while it often cared not for what that monster did, it was a curious thing nevertheless. A pathetic weakness of immortals really, that ever lying curiosity.
A scream. Silver gore. A smiling maw.
It shook its head sharply, summoning the mask it wore to cover its own disgrace, sighing as it turned away from the endless stars.
It went to investigate, spreading its fingers as it traced back towards the source of the anomaly. It gripped that thread and pulled, sending itself through the web of reality before appearing before the Disgraced and the warrior.
It glanced around the cell briefly, the little Pandora’s cell. A smile, predatory and amused curled onto its hidden face.
It finally spoke, a simple, “𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔?”
Hello?
It merely received twin stares of shock, which admittedly was kinda hilarious. It leaned in closer and the warrior stepped forth, raising himself up slightly. It raised an eyebrow, looking over the mob born brute, from the royal attire, sweeping cloak, and golden jewelry, he didn’t look like he belonged in such a quaint place.
Its eye trailed towards the monster before snapping back towards the warrior.
Then, in a very deadpan manner, the one known as Technoblade, chat’s bloodied prince, asked casually, “Yo, does this mean I get a wish or something now?”
Exodus laughed, before shrugging, inspecting its nails in a careless gesture it had observed Wish do a few times, “𝕾𝖚𝖗𝖊.”
Sure.
The piglin grinned, teeth bared, “I want a bell.” Its smile grew at that. Really? A bell? It could practically hear the whispering spirits chatter with glee around the warriors mind.
The masked figure beside him seemed to snap out of its stupor, turning to screech, “A bell?”
It grinned wider at the obvious dismay this caused ‘Dream,’ snapping its finger together as it summoned a bell. A rift tore through the air as the item materialized from the golden weavings of space into its awaiting hand.
That mask swerved to stare at it, seeming ready to yell or try to command otherwise, but it merely slapped the bell in its hand down into the cell before vanishing from sight.
It practically reveled in the echoing fury it left behind. What a prick. The piglin was fun though.
It clutched at its stomach as it laughed, drifting in the End once more as the guardian of the realm tried to reel its amusement in. It practically had tears building in its eye.
Welp. It wiped at its face as it waved away the mask, eye glinting. That was certainly something.