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Bad raised his pickaxe over his head with both hands, then slammed it down into the rock in front of him. An echoing crack sounded throughout the massive man-made cave, and a single piece of diorite entered Bad’s inventory. Bad’s exhausted body slouched forward, leaning onto his trusty tool's handle.
He observed his surroundings to plan where next he should expand his statue room, colorful diagrams filling his mind. He took a lazy glance to Skeppy’s finished statue. Bad thought it should be made out of a sleeker and shinier blue material rather than the dull looking concrete. However, that much diamond blocks would get the whole server mad at him. His eyes glossed over the slot to the right of it -- he already knew he’s putting himself there -- and then to the next one. Hmm, maybe he’ll build Ant there? He keeps a mental list of who to put where until he reaches the end.
Then, a red splotch captured his attention.
Interesting , his thoughts supplied helpfully. Distracted completely from his previous task, he trekked over to the oddity.
It was an… egg?
Huh. It’s too red to be from any of the animals he knew about.
Like any smart person would do with a strange finding, Bad reached out and touched the egg.
Immediately, his thoughts are overtaken by those of a corrupted government official. What does he need in this wretched life? What would fulfill him and all of his ugly desires? Does he want someone dead? Does he want someone back alive? Does he want a friend, or does he want complete utter chaos to overtake the server so he could take easy control over everything ?
The egg promised him all.
Bad smiled.
He hasn’t eaten anything today.
The mansion’s kitchen was a mess, to say the least. Not only was there a glob of flour and sugar on the floor but also in the front yard.
You see, Bad did not expect the egg to be able to move by itself. It was odd, but he also kinda should have expected it. It did talk to him, after all.
Currently, the tiny thing was trying to break through yet another window (Bad would need to go on a top secret sand-gathering journey or else Skeppy would ask for an extra 6 and a half stacks) and it almost succeeded before Bad calmly cups it mid air with his hands and just -- cracks it open onto the rest of the batter inside the mixer.
Don’t ask why he wanted to add the egg last; it might have been one of the meticulous processes to his beloved muffin recipe. But then again, this was a new recipe.
Still, Bad was very excited to try it out!
After an hour or so of baking in the oven, he took the pan out with his bare demon hands and plopped it near a broken window so it could cool down.
But Bad was a lava-resistant demon, so he ate one right away.
Then he ate five more, just to make sure, and sadly, he was quite disappointed since some of the muffins were pretty burnt, and they tasted quite… average.
Oh, and they let out screams of a thousand dead souls after every bite, but Bad was a demon, so that did not affect him.
Bad turned around to place the rest on the table for Skeppy, but the other muffins were simply gone.
He looked out the window before looking down at the large glob disintegrating in the front pond’s waters.
He heard the screams turn to whimpers then to nothing.
...
Oh well.