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An axe lodged into the stone where his head had been mere seconds ago. His sword slashed through his pursers throat and in a moment he was gone like a puff of smoke. Literally.
Thanks to Fundy's enhanced hearing, people had a hard time sneaking up on him. He was always so alert, which some people took as a challenge.
Fundy ran to pick up emeralds and diamonds, leaving his team to defend the bed. He trusted them to do that, and they trusted him to come back in one piece. They were basically his siblings after all.
He leaned against stone and looked around him. There were islands with wool or whatever else they used around them, and some person looking at him from a nearby island.
They made eye contact, amber clashing against purple before Fundy pulled out an enderpearl and threw.
Hey, it wasn't his fault he was feeling a little competitive today.
The boy with dirty blonde hair looked to where the ender pearl was going to land and held his sword tightly. When Fundy appeared, he immediately had to block the oncoming sword and pushed back.
Sparks formed between the blades as powerful blows were exchanged. The two never found out who won, as two more people decided to show up to kill them.
First a fire charge was thrown at them, so they both jumped back to avoid it. Then a female jumped behind Fundy with a sword over his head. He dodged the blade and slit her throat.
Usually he aimed to decapitate to avoid inflicting unnecessary pain on his targets, but sometimes he just had to stab them since they refused to get killed easily.
That was something Fundy could relate to.
Of course, things were different now in the Dream smp.
No one knew of his true strength, he was just Wilbur Soot's son.
But, sometimes, it's good to be underestimated. The reason Fundy acted the way he did was for the future, so he could sneak in and kill whoever was causing the most problems. No one would expect the guy who just wanted a family after all. Someone who would work with anyone as long as they showed approval.
The problem is, he doesn't know who to kill. On one hand, Dream and Tommy dragged out most of the wars, but Tommy was a mere child who wanted to cause mischief and loved his discs. Dream on the other hand was a grown man who exiled a kid because he burnt his best friends house down.
What even happened to him? No one did anything when Tommy burned down Ponk's lemon trees, but suddenly when George is the one who's house is burned down, it's all ok?
And that man dared claimed he wanted what was best for anyone. Fundy could not.
He understand (barely) Dream's reasoning and why he could have done it, but at the same time, he is known for manipulation. People could try brushing over that fact, but Fundy will not forget.
Then there was Technoblade and Phil, who went to war with children who wanted to play government.
Why didn't anyone here have any common sense? Was this how some people from different servers acted like?
He wouldn't know, socializing wasn't his thing. One of the only people he interacted with were Iskall and Scott, both of which cringed when he explained his situation to him. They offered to help, but Fundy said it was ok, he would call them when needed.
It would make him a hypocrite if he criticized them though, seeing as he started the pet wars. Well, it was mainly Sapnap's lack of empathy towards pets, and overreaction towards pranks in Fundy's opinion.
...
Ok, fine, Fundy is partly to blame.
But at least they left on good terms, unlike most people after the wars.
But of course, Sapnap chose to fight alongside Dream for the entire thing, his best friend. Common sense and morals were thrown out the window.
This is why Fundy chose not to have favourites. He must look easy to manipulate, but not useless. Maybe he could get the attention of Dream and work for him, but he lost that chance the moment he was thrown into prison. His own prison.
Honestly, Fundy wanted to straight up tell Tommy and Tubbo that what they were doing was stupid when they announced they were going to meet Dream alone, but he didn't. They didn't have a strong bond, and they probably wouldn't have listened to him.
Tommy was stubborn, and Tubbo followed Tommy wherever he went.
That was one of the things Jack talked about, one of the things he complained about. Jack was in denial, Fundy thought. But still, he understands him.
Or, the walking corpse of the man he used to know.
Admittedly, that freaked him out when the realization hit him. After hanging out one too many times, Fundy's sensitive nose picked up on the odd stench that followed the man everywhere. It was faint, so light he almost didn't notice it. But then, after trying to figure it out for a few minutes, he felt coldness wash over him in waves as he refused to make eye contact with his friend.
"Jack," He started, cutting off whatever the man was talking about. He didn't seem bothered. "How many lives do you have left?"
Surely he was overreacting, right?
Jack shrugged. "Doesn't matter."
The answer was... not very good.
It was understandable to not tell anyone about your life count these days, but Fundy wasn't... or maybe Jack was scared he would tell someone. That was understandable.
Still didn't make much sense. Why wouldn't Jack just tell him? And why was there the faint smell of death lingering around him?
Fundy chose to think about it another day.
For now, he shall work on his clay figures. Yeah, playing with clay was something he enjoyed, and was fairly good at. Sometimes, he swore he heard them talking, but that was probably just him. The entity known as chat wouldn't take the form of clay figures, right?
Yeah, no way.
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Purpled sat back and observed the fox hybrid as he walked through the forest. Why was he sitting in a tree? Well, why wouldn't he? It was a peaceful forest he found a year ago, yet to be discovered by the people of the smp.
Dogchamp was sitting at the base of the tree, lying down and observing like him. He had the best dog in the world, and you can fight him if you disagree.
Fundy was walking, though Purpled didn't know where. He was just sitting in the tree, pondering his next move when he spotted the fox hybrid passing by.
No one came to this side of the forest, so Purpled thinks he had a reason to be curious.
There was something brown poking above the grass that seemed to move, which confused Purpled. He sat up, looking at them cautiously.
Where those... clay figures? And was Fundy talking to them?
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Of course. Of course his chat takes the form of clay figures, why wouldn't they? Now they're following him and calling him a furry.
Well, not right now, but they were earlier.
He just wanted to have an easy day, but that was ruined the moment his clay figures started moving. At least they can be sympathetic and civil when they want to be, like right now.
The clay figures followed him and talked amongst themselves. Fundy couldn't hear what they were saying, and he didn't really want to honestly.
It was one of those days where you just don't feel like trying, when the weight of the world is either on your shoulders and you don't care, or you don't feel any pressure but don't care either way. It was the latter for Fundy.
He couldn't find it in himself to care about anything. Not the clay figures following him, not the tranquil but overgrown forest, not his past, not the feeling of being watched, not the random person in the trees his chat keeps telling him about- wait, actually... nah. That didn't matter right now.
Let the person continue being a creep, it's none of his business. He was a spy before as well.
A clay figure latched onto his leg, another grabbing him by the tail. It made him stop and send a glare them.
'DOG'
'DOGCHAMP!'
'Isn't that Purpled's dog?'
Purpled. He hasn't heard that name in so long.
They never met formally, but they have seen each other at Hypixel. Purpled joined the program a few years after Fundy did when he was 11. They weren't placed in the same room, but Fundy's heard of him from others.
Unlike him, Purpled actually had a reputation and was more well known in Bedwars.
Fundy hopped from game to game, but people rarely acknowledged him. Not that he was ignored of course. It was hard to ignore the person who stabbed you after all.
Last he heard about Purpled was that he was a mercenary, someone who could be paid to do anything without joining a side.
Fundy has no thoughts about that.
He continued walking and chose to ignore the feeling of being watched. It was like some sort of sixth sense he developed from his years in Hypixel. A useful one at that, he was practically impossible to sneak up on.
The clay figures seemed very unsatisfied with his reaction to knowing of Purpled's existence but still ignoring him, so they kept annoying him until he finally agreed to talk to him.
He grabbed one and put them on his shoulder to direct him. It wasn't like he needed them, he could see where the dog was. Dogchamp, according to chat. He stopped at the tree trunk and looked up, making eye contact with the boy.
(They made eye contact, amber clashing with purple before-)
Fundy blinked. Ah, he remembers their last encounter clearly now.
"Purpled."
"Fundy."
"You remember my name?"
"Of course I remember Wilbur Soot's son." Of course, that's all he was ever known as-
“And I've seen you a few times before during Hypixel. We were fighting against each other when it was interrupted, remember?"
Oh. Well that's nice. Someone remembered him for something else he had done without Wilbur. Finally.
"Yeah, I remember. What are you doing here?"
Purpled shrugged. "Just sitting here, enjoying the peace while it's still here."
"Yeah, it's getting crazy over there." Fundy agreed.
"Really?"
"Yep, drama and everything. Wanna go play Hypixel?"
Purpled looked at Fundy confused. Fundy stared back blankly, apparently serious about his offer.
"Wha-"
"I have absolutely nothing else to worry about, and I don't care about living today." Fundy responded bluntly.
Purpled stared at him a little longer before responding. "Ok."
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“You sure you can defend the bed?”
The two of them went back to Hypixel, Fundy allowing Purpled to pick the first game. He chose Bedwars, where they were placed on the same team and were making a plan.
While defending the bed from red, Purpled promptly shoved someone off the edge before turning to face the other. Fundy was fighting them. He moved over to help but stopped when Fundy grabbed their arm and pulled, tripping them. He shoved them on the ground and held him there with his foot, swinging his sword quickly to their neck.
Another one had used an enderpearl to presumably save their teammate, but Fundy sliced their neck before they could do anything.
Both had died, leaving Purpled standing there in shock. He quickly recovered and met Fundy's eyes.
"Aren't you going to get emeralds?" Fundy asked, tilting his head.
Ok, yeah, Fundy was definitively capable of defending the bed.