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Slimecicle is a god.
Well, he was a god. Until he decided to not be one anymore. His status as a god isn't gone, no, but he just decided that he wasn't one anymore.
It was odd, really; an all-powerful being choosing to play as a mortal for fun. It was even odder when he would choose a faulty and imperfect human to be a temporary god, whilst he let himself be a human.
He still remembers Schlatt's voice echoing in an open field, taunting him and the mortals he had chosen to eat an apple.
When Notch had created it, it was told that the universe loves it because it is love.
So, Charlie (or so the mortals called it) had been placed in a realm. He was able to switch from one world to another, but unlike the other mortals, he was able to keep his memories.
Vaguely, he remembers falling in love with a simple farmer girl named Grace.
In blurrier memories, he finds himself in a chaotic group of five— he doesn't quite remember what happened, but his heart yearns for the team— family— that he once had.
Faintly, he remembers being in a ragtag group of pirates. It is in this one that a passion he once had was so strong, he still remembers the quote "it is my destiny".
But what was his destiny?
With clearer memories, he remembers a disorganized yet fun world he once lived in. There, he meets many of his friends and he is treated like he is just one of them; so, he lets himself play along. Laughing at their jokes, acting devastated when someone pranks or kills him, playing along with the odd rules they set down.
In one, he remembers sharing a mountain top base with his friend Ted. This world was much more advanced than the others, with its bits and bobs of machinery that the other worlds didn't have; he had to stop coming to that world. It had hurt too much to see Ted get toyed with by another god, but he cannot do anything to help because he is only human.
He's lying to himself; he knows that negligence is still responsibility and yet he lies to himself and doesn't interfere.
The ones that haunt him are the ones he's fully incapable of going back to; one that especially torments him is the realm where Mount Molympous resided.
It haunts him to this very day— fucking around and letting himself play god once more had gone to his head, and he had killed one of the mortals (well, he supposes that none of them were actually mortals anymore) . The realm was meant to be fun and lighthearted, perhaps a little bit challenging; it wasn't supposed to end with him burying Grizzly, having that man seek revenge, having blood on his hands again .
Charlie still remembers the poppies he, Bizly, and Condi were handed. Poppies that were as red as Grizzly's sweater; as red as the apples Schlatt gave them; as red as their sins; as red as the blood spilt on the floor of the End.
In this current one, Slimecicle plays a role.
He's joined this realm a couple of times, and every time the realm's admin would fuck with whatever was going on with the world— he didn't know what the other god has planned, but it reminds him too much of himself back in Mount Molympous, so he hides.
He buries himself in caves— he sees that there were multiple hybrid beings in the realm, so he settles with being a slime and watches. Charlie watches as XD falls in love with a human; watches as the human dies, and XD desperately reincarnates the human, and creates a mortal in his shape. He watches as the mortals invite more and more people, watches as the people create and destroy empires. He watches the humans fall and tear themselves apart.
It gets interesting for Charlie when he sees his old friend (the old mortal he had toyed with) be put on a pedestal and kicked from it on the same day. Schlatt gets his revenge; taking down the country Wilbur— a name he swears other versions of Schlatt had mentioned quite fondly— worked hard on. He also watched as XD's mortal image turns corrupt and abandons the man he was (quite literally) created for. He watched as kids are forced to grow up and mature faster than he can imagine.
When Schlatt's old friend Connor joins, he makes sure that XD was not present. He comes out and lets himself be mortal one more time, making sure to lose all of his three lives before the night ends; he just wanted to cherish the last moments he had with his friends.
So, he dies. Multiple times. He faces XD, who only scoffs at him as the god focuses on the mortals' statistics.
"Why?" Charlie asks the green-clad god.
"Do you really think I will just allow a fellow god to die so easily in my realm?"
"I am no god, XD."
"And you are no honest man either, Slimecicle."
He sighs, watching as XD wordlessly flaunted multiple versions of hell, heaven and limbo . Everyone at the party gets their lives back, except for one that Connor lost.
"Why his?"
"... Do not question my son."
He raises a brow, but before he knows it, he's brought back to the mortal realm. The mountains of coke they did was gone, and so he goes back to hiding.
Charlie goes back to watching, slowly forgetting to maintain neither his godly nor mortal form. He melts and freezes as a slime, seeping through the little cracks to explore the world without being seen.
It wasn't until Quackity accidentally digs out a block he was hiding in that he's forced to remember his role.
"This is incredibly silly" , he thinks, as Quackity condescendingly lies to him about snow and about what friends are. He still continues to act naïve, however, grinning innocently at the duck hybrid before him.
He doesn't know why he does it or why he lets the man continue to lie to him, but Charlie doesn't stop playing the role of a sweet innocent slime-hybrid that doesn't fully understand the world. In Las Nevadas, he is told to do this and that. He may have overplayed his role as a clueless slime because he loses his mortal name— it's a little bit degrading, really, being called "slime" or "guy". It'd be like if he exclusively called Fundy from L'manburg "fox boy".
He was supposed to sleep in the shabby basement of the casino, but inevitably ends up sharing a bed with Quackity.
Charlie doesn't call out Quackity's quick-paced breathing and the screams of terror he does at night. Nor does he point out the way Quackity desperately grasps at his nightwear, muttering out apologies to whoever he was dreaming about.
Still, he continues to play the role. He spies on Purpled from the UFO, learns how to do negotiations with Quackity, watches as Connor chases around Quackity's time travelling ex-lover , cleans up Las Nevadas to the best of his ability.
"Slime, hey, listen", Purpled starts, sitting him down on the side of the Prime Path when he was supposed to be "spying" on the teenager.
"What is it, Purpled from the UFO?"
"... I need you to do something for me. There's no set date on when it has to happen, but it's better if it happens soon."
He analyzes Purpled's voice and face, trying to figure out what the request entails. Curiously enough, the boy seemed cold and detached, so Charlie nods slowly.
"I'm going to place a chest on Las Nevadas and I just need him to open it. You'll know it when you see it; don't tell him about it though, it'll be a surprise… that will help him… and Las Nevadas."
Charlie furrows his brows, but still nods in agreement. They part ways as the sun sets, and despite knowing that something was off, he doesn't tap in into his godly powers to figure out what Purpled wanted. He trusted the boy.
Charlie is a god.
Well, he was a god.
He wishes he wasn't, but he still is.
His heart (or at least his perception of one) beats incredibly fast whenever Quackity talks to him in this low and solemn voice. The duck-hybrid calls it his "lessons" ; Charlie knows that it's his way of letting out steam.
Still, he listens to the mortal he's come to admire.
"Trust nobody."
Charlie glances at the man beside him, the rising sun softly kissing their skins.
"Every human is for themselves. No one will ever put your interests over theirs. You will deal with betrayal all the time."
He looks away and eyes the horizon, sighing at the reminder of Grizzly. Had the man betrayed them, or did they betray him? Were any of them even still humans— or have they lost their humanity the moment they stepped on the marble floors of Mount Molympous?
Quackity continues talking, and he feels himself freeze and melts simultaneously.
"Everyone I've ever trusted has greatly disappointed me; and for all I know, someone could be lying to me right now."
Charlie swallows, and for a second, he thinks that he actually is nothing but a slime mob.
"I've seen a lot of people… not do what they say they were going to," he starts; "but Quackity from Las Nevadas, I-", he looks at the duck-hybrid, and for once in his immortal life, he wishes that he could be god once more; only to give the man the happiness he deserved. "I think I trust you."
He pauses once more, and the way Quackity looks at him reminds him of everyone he's ever loved. He remembers Grace; he remembers Grizz, Condi, and Bizly. He remembers people with names he doesn't quite recall anymore. He wonders if he's selfish for lying to everyone about his god status— wonders if The Council would be disappointed in him as well.
"Should I stop?", he asks. At the moment, it's directed at Quackity. But in the back of his head, he hopes that The Council (or at least, what remains of it) hears him too.
"The people I really care about are the people I keep around me. You're the first person I've kept around me for this long."
He fidgets with the tie Quackity gave him and decides to somewhat be honest.
"Quackity from Las Nevadas, I don't actually have 300 bones."
It sounded silly, and the duck-hybrid only responded with a confused "what?". But for now, for this realm, he hopes that it was enough. At least he told someone the truth about him not being human.
"Legacy is all you leave behind", Quackity points out after explaining his love for Las Nevadas.
"Okay… let's leave behind a good one."
It was an incredibly rainy night when he frantically ran around Las Nevadas to look for Quackity. The lie of him melting in water is forgotten, as the man looks for the other members of Las Nevadas.
Dream apparently escaped; his instincts tell him it's not true, but he doesn't act on it because what comfort would that give Quackity?
So, they look. They continue running around, and Quackity is telling him what to do when Purpled runs up to them.
"Purpled! Something bad is going to happen—"
"I have something about Las Nevadas—"
The chaos of Quackity and Purpled talking over each other along with the incessant ringing of the prison's alarm system reminds Charlie of the realm that Schlatt overruled. It makes his head pound, so he keeps to the side, trying his best to still be alert for Quackity.
Purpled mentions a chest, and he remembers the request he had a few months back. They run to the chest, and Charlie volunteers to open the chest, not wanting to harm Quackity in case anything happens.
The chest was empty.
It was not his life nor was it perspective that he lived through, but he remembers a once peppy Wilbur confusedly opening an empty chest, leading to betrayal.
"Oh", he mutters, nervously turning to Quackity.
Before he knows it, the sand beneath them falls and he's face first on a hanging cobblestone platform that was surrounded by lava. He only looks up, watching as Purpled gracefully falls with enchanted Netherite armour on; the ceiling closes as he lands.
Charlie would be impressed, if only he wasn't worried about his friend's demise.
"Quackity, I'm sorry— he said he was gonna help, and I- I didn't realize—"
He fumbles, as his mind is fogged with memories of Grizzly taking them to the Nether and attempting to kill them. He remembers the worried and confused look that Bizly gave him, the glares that Condi and Grizzly exchanged, and the feeling of dread that settled in his stomach.
Charlie barely hears whatever Quackity and Purpled were saying. Ironically enough, he feels like he's stuck in slime, and his head is being filled with goo and he's choking on slob as he thinks about the friends he accidentally lost. He didn't mean to lose them— really didn't. They were humans. They were just humans. Why did he have to involve them in his godly mess? Because of boredom? Why does he continue to let himself be in mortal messes? Why—
A figure suddenly teleports in front of him, and before he could even react, a sword slices at his shoulder and pushes him off the edge of the platform.
"Quackity!", he yells out, noticing the man running after him.
Don't burn yourself for me, please.
Maybe choosing to be a slime was a bad decision, and Quackity pleads for him to get on the sand to save himself, but his limbs had already melted and the only way he would've been able to get himself out is if he let himself go back to his godly form.
"Quackity…"
"Get in the sand!", Quackity cries out. Charlie places a melted and extremely disfigured hand on the duck-hybrid's cheek, letting the man uselessly plead to him.
"I… thank you for showing me what it's like to be human. Maybe I almost was."
He lets himself fully melt away. Charlie closes his eyes, and he sees Notch.
He sees Grace who gives him a soft kiss.
He sees Bizly, Condi, and Grizzly who give him a tight hug. They say something, but he doesn't quite catch it.
He sees XD, who only gives him a nod.
He sees Schlatt, who smirks at him and gives him a strong pat on the back.
When he opens his eyes, Charlie is in a very narrow burgundy-bricked room. His slime stuck to the wall and the red carpet, and despite the uncomfortable position, he focused on the chest that sat beside him.
He opens it and finds pages upon pages of Quackity's writing. From what he can tell, the man has torn himself apart just to revive him. Charlie feels guilty, and he closes the book and summons a new one for himself.
With his limited god powers (he was tired, and XD was not letting him have too much) , he confesses the truth to Quackity. The truth of him being a god, how he lost old friends, and how he was going to heal— heal by leaving Las Nevadas for a bit.
Disappointingly enough, the writing was mostly jumbled and incomprehensible. In a last-ditch effort to at least give Quackity something before he disappears, he inserts unusually big letters between the writings.
L E G A C Y.
Charlie Slimecicle is a god.
No matter how much he tries to pretend that he's human, or that he's slime, he's still a god.
He's a liar, sure, but his desire and determination was (sadly) the most human thing about him.