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“So… what’re we going to do with this guy?” fWhip kicked at the crumpled person creature below him.
“He looks dangerous,” Pirate Joe observed.
“And that one zombie lady you took in isn’t dangerous?” Sausage asked.
“You’re one to talk, playing family with every new person who steps foot into Sanctuary.”
Sausage stuck his tongue out at the pirate.
“Come on, fighting won’t find a place for Doc,” Pixlriffs said, ever the diplomat.
“Doc?” fWhip asked.
“You didn’t think he was nameless did you?” Pix stooped down next to him, almost protecting him… maybe preserving him. “Doc wandered over to my ruins first and I got to meet him and hear about the home he came from.”
“Well, if you know where he came from, then maybe you should take him in?” Shubble suggested, keeping her distance from everyone, including Doc.
“How do we know Pix won’t just use him for experiments. You have crypts. You have meusemes. What about the hybrids? What do you do with them?” Lizzy stared him down.
“Woah, Lizzy. I never even said I was taking him in, but do you really think I’d abuse anyone?”
She folded her arms. “He’s a creeper hybrid, obviously, and it’s too risky to keep him trapped in some old area that’s used for preserving things… for testing and exploration and everything… shifty.”
Jimmy stepped in between them. “Well, Lizzy, if you know so much about hybrids, then you could take him in!”
“I don’t have the space for someone like him. And even if I did, he’s part creeper, a monster in all technicalities and thus a danger to my people.”
“If he’s a monster, then we could just kill him!” Kathrine shouted, a bit too enthusiastic about the idea.
“And you were calling me the monster,” Pixl said with a shake of the head.
“We could probably farm him for gunpowder!” Joey yelled.
“This feels unor-tho-dox,” Jimmy said, carefully sounding out the word in an oh so professional manner.
“Yeah, I agree with Jimmy,” Lizzy advocated again.
“We all know you do, Lizzy. I don’t see why you care about some hybrid though,” Oli said, sitting atop a cliff barely above the rift. “Poor man, though, we’re all yelling about what we could do with him. Could make a good song.”
“Please, Oli. No more songs,” Scott told him with exasperation.
“No, a song would be good in this trying time! A way to bring all the Empires together under music!” Sausage said.
“See, Sausage gets me!”
The other emperors were very unamused.
“Well, I think we should make a vote to decide where he stays. He will stay alive. I don’t know if he came in with all the other people, but if he did, and we killed him, I don’t think that would end well for us,” Pixl told the group.
“Agreed,” fWhip said. “There are about as many of them as there are of us, and if we’re constantly clashing and can’t reunite to get rid of them, then all the empires are as good as dead.”
The group gave solemn nods.
“If anyone would like to take him into their empire for everyone including his good, speak now,” Pixl said.
A silence reigned across the group.
“...I can do it,” Sausage said. “I’ve already got some new people in my empire. More the merrier. Sanctuary is for anyone who needs her.”
Pixl looked across the group. “Anyone else, or is it fine by everyone that Sausage takes him in?”
No objections.
“Take care of him,” Lizzy told Sausage. “And don’t scare him. I fear he would be very dangerous if he felt threatened.”
Most of the group flew off, going back to their respective empires.
“Sooooo,” fWhip looked at those left. “Who’s going to wake him up and share the good news?”