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bacon stood alone underground, listening to the deafening withers above him. he was tempted to cover his ears, but decided against it; someone could jump him at any moment. frowning, bacon peeked his head out from the short tunnel he made. immediately, he caught sight of the numerous withers that roamed spawn who were determined on destroying everything in their paths.
besides the adrenaline flowing through him, bacon felt… off. something wasn’t quite right. aside from the nerves stemming from the destruction occurring some distance above him, he was missing something.
then, he noticed: his hand was empty from when he was setting up withers and tnt. ah, that was probably it. bacon grabbed his sword from where it was slung on his back, noticing the cold touch it brought his palm and fingers. distantly, he thought of a warm presence that was there days prior; he shook it off before he could miss it.
(he was fine. even if planet and jaron weren’t there, he could handle himself just fine. team awesome would help him if he ran into anyone or if he had issues— though, it didn’t feel the same).
adjusting the sword’s grip in his hand, bacon checked his materials for the fights ahead and took a deep breath. much to his discontentment, that aching feeling in his chest continued to nag at him. bacon exhaled, choosing to ignore the pang of separation; he wasn’t able to do anything about it anyway. hoping the withers wouldn’t take note of him, bacon braced himself and dashed out of his corner of safety into the ruins.