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Nobody was sure how they got here.

Nobody knew why they were here.

But somehow, everyone felt inclined to play along with the cruel games.

Jellybean woke up in a haze, head pounding as if they were bashed in with a rock. They let out a soft groan of annoyance as they raised their head, surrounded by a group of four other people. Most of them were familiar faces, they noticed as they heard Ayoden wake up in more of a frenzy, looking around frantically before noticing the others, muttering a prayer to the ender gods that he wasn't alone. “Hey, Den.” Jellybean greeted, rubbing their temples as they got to their knees. “Oh, hey Jelly,” Ayoden replied, flopping back against the grass. Jellybean took a look around, standing up and scanning the area. They were surrounded by birch, a small canopy hiding the sun from the group, though rouge beams of sunlight peeked through the leaves. “...Any idea who this dude is, Jelly?” Den asked, causing Jelly to turn around and see what was referenced. There lay a brown-haired boy, wearing a now muddied reddish sweater. He blinked open blue eyes, gasping when he saw the two looming over him. “Whoa!” from his point of view, there was only a purple demon glaring down at him with evil eyes, and a confused dude sitting beside him. “Who are you?” Jellybean asked, tilting their head to one side confusedly. “Uh. my name DimDamDom. Call me Dam. or Dim.” Dam replied, sitting up as he brushed off his shoulders.

“Well, hello. My name is Ayoden, and this is Jellybean. Were both lo-” Ayoden was interrupted by a bloodcurdling screech of terror, followed by a thump to the ground beside them. “Birch! Ugh, disgusting!” The voice complained. Ayoden instantly recognized the hatred for the wood. “Camman? That you?” He asked, standing up to meet the man who looked as if he has just been faced by Lady Death herself. “Yeah- Den? Jellybean? Dam?” Camman asked in confusion. “Yeah. were all confused here, dude.” Dam sighed, before he noticed another player who nearly blended into the patch of mushrooms. “Urchent?!” Camman exclaimed. Urchent looked up to the four, and just silently lid back down.
“Oh, it's another one of those ‘Best Minecraft players’ Cams always going on about.” Jellybean scoffed, helping Dimdamdom to stand.
“Might as well find a village- wait. This isn't super flat.” Dam said in less confusion, more as if he was making a statement. “Well, no shit Sherlock.” Den shrugged, giving a sharp glare to Dam. “This is not the time to start rivalries. We might be the only guys here!” Jellybean stated, met with agreement from Camman. “Yeah. as much as id love to run full speed away from Den, we might be alone, or worse, in hardcore,” Camman explained, shuffling his pink and orange mask to the side of his face.

Jellybean looked confused for a moment, looking at Cam. “Hey. arent your eyes like, not- bright green?” Jellybean pointed a finger at Camman, who looked back with concern. “No-?” Camman replied, now looking at the others for green differences. Urchents mushroom head was not only red and white, but the white splotches were paired with smaller green blobs. Ayodens purple aspects of the sweater were mostly gone, aside from his left eye and cuff of the sweater, green taking over the previously purple sleeve, with a more noticeable string of 3 hearts on the top right of his chest, all three of the same green as Urchents newfound spots. One of Jellybean's horns was now green, as if a stain dripping down the right side of their face. Cracks formed on their neck shaped like hearts, the first of the three glowing green. DimDamDom was the least affected, with only a small patch of his hair and left-hand green, and right pupil in the shape of a green heart.

“...okay. This is- so weird.” Ayoden took a moment to breathe before stating the obvious. Camman punched him lightly in the shoulder, scoffing. “Of course it is. Like some cruel prank. Except were just dyed green–” “Im literally CRACKING HERE?!” Jellybean exclaimed, jolting the two. They dragged their fingertips down their neck, feeling the indents but being met with no pain when Urchent slipped a gloved hand into a dimly lit green heart. Jellybean looked concerned before pushing the silent and unmoving creature away. “Life,” Urchent said, piercing the silence like a trident. “The Life series, started by GrianMC. This is exactly the trope.” The 5 looked at each other, the air thick enough to cut through. Urchent stepped up and walked away, through the birch biome. “Wait up!” Camman said, following after. Ayoden hesitated for a moment, before following the two.
“That leaves- hey!” Jellybean sighed, before watching Dam go off in the other direction. “Ugh, im not following after those dudes. Dam, im coming with you!”
“Great. I do not want to be alone–” A goat horn sounded from not far away, becoming louder by the second. “...is that good?” Jelly muttered before they came to a mountainside, Helping Dim up as they climbed.

“Jeez, why can't you climb?” Jellybean huffed, as Dam struggled. “Im sorry- im used to the flats with Jaron and– Mog!” Dam exclaimed as they both came over the edge of the steep cliffside. “Dom? How did you get here?” Mogswamp asked, scratching the back of his head–well, what could be reached behind the crown, bejeweled with green hearts. Mogswamp had his skin’s differences, one of his tusk-like teeth unfortunately green, along with a patch of his hair and beard. Another stood beside him, blue eyes blank, covered slightly by stray strands of blonde hair. He wore a green jumper, and plain grey pants. They assumed the Green life difference for him was the seeping green hands, that looked as if they were a disease spreading up his limbs. “Good to see you. This here is my new friend BlopWobbel. He seems to know what's up.” Mogswamp introduced the man with a warm expression, polar to his blank expression as he gave a struggled smile and a wave. “Yes,” Blopwobbel began. “This server seems to have the same trope as the life SMPs… This mod is dangerous.” Jellybean and DimDamDom shared an awkward look, almost feeling the existential dread come off Blopwobbel like a physical presence. “He’s looking for a nice man called WilburSoot. He is just positive that he’s here for some reason, ain't that right, Bloppy?” Mog nudged Blopwobbel, being met with a dry chuckle. “Yes. he’s a good friend of mine.” Blopwobbel smiled. Dom shuddered, awkwardly smiling. Jellybean had the opposite reaction, giving a genuine smile. “Cool! We just parted ways with Camman, Ayoden, and Urchent.” Jellybean explained, noticing the perk of recognition when Urchent was mentioned. “Urchent? Any idea what direction they went?” Blopwobbel asked, grabbing Jellybean by the wrist. “Yeah. id say about Northwest, through that dark oak.” Jellybean replied, pointing past the birch and into the darker woods. “Cam would do anything to get away from Birch.” Blopwobbel smiled genuinely for the first time, showing emotion that wasn't pure void. “Can you come to show me the way?” Blop asked, grunting as Jelly dragged him off in that direction. “Onwards!” they exclaimed, voices slowly quieting down.

Mogswamp and DimDamDom spent the rest of the day building a starter base carved into the mountain, setting up a small farm, and getting iron tools. They settled on the name Flatliners for their alliance name, keeping it open for the chance that another FlatlineSMP member would be here, maybe YeahJaron or somebody. “I think the issue with this area is the goats, I mean, they could shove us off the cliffside!” Dom explained to Mog as they stepped into the carved home, surprise covering their original expressions when they were met with two strangers sitting in the middle of the room, crumbs of bread surrounding them. “Oh shit Oli, I told you this was a cruddy place to hide.” the brunette whispered to the blonde, extravagantly-dressed man. “Shh, Wilbur, I got this,” Oli whispered back before he stepped up to the Flatliners. “Hello, dear strangers! Tis I, OliTheOrionSound, and my sidekick WilburSoot, of the house of Soot!” Oli proclaimed, taking a bow to Mogswamp, most likely due to the green crown sitting on his head. “We request we may stay for the night in your humble abode,” Oli began before he was shoved to the side by a man called Wilbur. He had a green streak through his hair, and circular green glasses, wearing a green plaid over a yellow sweater, paired with a white collared shirt. The beanie that messed his hair was embroidered with the three hearts that everyone had some variation of. “So basically, I saw a dude called Oreli and panicked, and ran into Oli here,” He pointed to the blonde man, dressed in extravagant yet practical robes with a green and gold palette, eyes green with heart-shaped pupils. “-and we ended up here, then hid for a while after hearing Blopwobbel, and circled back until we found ourselves here. Anyways, im Wilbur. Did Oli already-?”

The flatliners shared a look of contemplation between each other before Dom sighed as Mogswamp spoke. “Sure, you guys can stay, but you must swear loyalty to the Flatliners,” Mogswamp said jokingly, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “I, OliTheOrionSound proudly declare my loyalty to the Flatliners!” Oli said, hand to his chest as if reciting an anthem. “Go on Wilbur.” Oli urged Wilbur on, before Wilbur hesitantly repeated. “I, Wilbur Trixtin Soot declare loyalty to the Flatliners.” Mogswamp chuckled, though his face read as if he didn't expect them to do it (because he didn't). “Well. Welcome to the Flatliners!” Dom greeted, shaking their hands and placing an Oxie Daisy in each of their hands, before backstepping to place one in Mogswamps crown and in his own ear. Wilbur looked in awe at the daisy, as Oli simply put it in his front pocket. “Well, I can give a short explanation of what's happening.” Oli pulled a strange instrument from out of nowhere and began to strum. “A long, long time ago, just before our time, a little game became a few’s new lives, life, and death put in the hands of everyone who- rhymed-? Ugh, never mind.” Oli quit strumming after his failure to rhyme. “I know a few people who participated in a game like this. They have like three lives, sometimes they're linked, maybe there's a boogeyman, also maybe more than 3 lives. So, if someone dies at green they become yellow.”

Oli was interrupted by a screech of agony followed by a name.

“DEN!” Camman screeched.

[ Ayoden was blown up by a Creeper ]

[ Camman18YT was blown up by a Creeper ]

“Looks like we got a few yellows. And maybe soulmates?”

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Oreli looked into the sun, their eyes burning as they stared. The sun felt good against their skin, so they seemed to soak it up like a plant. The dark oa forest where they woke up was surreal, the only thing disrupting their silence being the odd aura of a familiar foe. They beat him once, would they have to again? They gripped the hilt of their stone sword, knuckles white as they smiled. This would feel just as good as the first time, they were sure of it.
They lifted a hand to scratch an itch above their eye, wincing when skin met claw. Ah. the mole claws. How delightful. Of all the animals, a mole?
It wasnt the best memories, hearing the pitiful scream strapped behind a wall of bedrock as they dug, sounds carved into their memories with a knife. The agony persisted even as the screams and pleads faded, giving more reason to show concern. The day they saw Blopwobbel escape through the dirt was one of the best days of Oreli’s mole existence, taking attention off of the plotting for the duel. The day came in a flash, taking Oreli by surprise that the godlike being, behind all the admin commands and halos, clouds, and whispers, was but a man. A scrawny man, to say the least.

Diamonds. A diamond sword was the first thing besides dirt Oreli had touched in what felt to be years, besides the occasional gravel that got mixed in. Flint was their only hope for days to make a better tool to dig before the mole appendages came in. A bow with a few arrows. The thing to end the tyranny. And Oreli was to shoot it. How many were there? Uncountable. Uncountable deaths on Wilbur's slimy little hands, some delivered by himself. When Oreli let the final arrow fly, it plunged through his chest with a sickening squelch, sending a spray of blood over the bare and coarse lands. A few heads emerged to see the body, blood and scattered arrows. Oreli smiled. For the first time, they really smiled. They knew Blopwobbel could be here still. He could finish his house, in peace. All the other subjects to his games were free!

Why couldn't it last? The communism experiment. Selling boats with Smoejoe, getting enough money to get by fine. A small farm behind the stall, boats in the best shape you could get them in in a world where Wilbur Soot was in charge. No matter how much they looked, they didn't see Blopwobbel. But they followed perfectly by his plans. Overthrow Wilbur Soot. how hard could it possibly be?

The choice experiment. Oreli wasn't exactly there, per se, but Blop was. He saw the mug of the god once more, looking down on them as if bugs. He was just as much of a bug as everyone below him. Tarii, one who claimed to know how to win this, stood smug with her hands behind her back, dove wings tucked against her back. Was that another thing you could gain from the experiments? Oreli and Blop were stuck with mole appendages, posing an issue. At least, Oreli's almost full form of a mole had faded to just their left arm, fur blending into their skin as if it had always been there. It sickened them.

Blopwobbel fell into the void. Along did many. Besides Tarii. Tarii filled by Blops commands. Overthrow Wilbur Soot. the white wings spread out just in time before the blocks disappeared, pushing off the ledge to give her some sort of propulsion into the air. One by one, the others fell. Tarii only knew a few for a short amount of time. One of them had their birthday here, goddammit! Wilbur couldn't seem to spare one of them. Only Tarii remained, with arguably unfair advantages keeping them alive. But Wilbur's confusion and anger were worth everything Tarii lost. She knew Blopwobbel and the others would be back. They're fighters. So is she.

So is Oreli.

Oreli looked proudly at the dirt shack, with dark oak as a supporting base. Mushrooms sprouted around the base, giving a nice contrast against the greens and browns. Speaking of green, Oreli was still left confused by the green on their chest, as if a paint splatter, reaching up to the base of their head and shoulder, three hearts inked onto their collarbones. It looked cool, yes, but the meaning was unknown. “Wilbur…” The name tasted bitter on their tongue, as they spat it. He had something to do with this, they knew. Though the purple haze around their vision was something they hadn't seen happen to a contestant before.

Camman was ecstatic to finally meet Urchent, though it never seemed to show him any care. “So, Urch…” Camman awkwardly began, piercing through the silence, causing it to perk its head up, jewels on the mushroom had rattling. “Yes, Camman18?” Urchent replied blandly. They had competed in Cammans short game, one much more pleasant than Wilburs, nothing compared to the stories told by Smoejoe. Oreli, Blopwobbel, Tarii… and so many more. “Where are we headed again?” Ayoden cut in, as Camman didn't continue from what now was seen as a ‘Task failed successfully’ way to start a conversation. “Simple. Somewhere where we can see everything, but can't be seen.” Urchent replied, grinning under the mycelium veil. Den and Camman looked at each other, nodding once in agreement with the odd answer. “Great.”

Camman and Ayoden talked with each other, bumping into Urhcents hand as they walked blindly forwards. “CATCH ME–” “WHAT?” Camman fell to the floor, flat on his back with Den flopped on top of him, hand theatrically over his forehead. “You saved me!” Den fake gasped. “I hate you- so much,” Camman grumbled in reply. “Oh, shut up. Im a fucking delight.” Den retorted, standing up and dusting off his shoulders, putting a hand down to help Cam up from the floor, dirt and mycelium staining the back of his sweater– coincidentally his own merchandise.
Urchent chuckled at them, looking back ahead. “Look.” it pointed ahead, eyes sharp behind the mushroom hat and veil. They locked eyes with a creeper, with an oddly green eye… and metal… wait. Thats not a creeper.

“What in the hell is that?..” Camman whispered, crouched beside Urchent, who was hidden partially in the dark woods. “What's what?” Ayoden pronounced loudly, piling onto their backs. “DEN PLEASE–” Camman yelped before falling face-first into the grass ahead of him, alongside Urchent. The hiss of a creeper startled them up faster than before. This is it. We lose our first life to a creeper. Wow. Camman closed his eyes in anticipation but was surprised when he was met with no death, but a sweet voice. “Doc, you are scaring them,” she said with a scoff. “Sorry,” Doc said, lifting Cam and Den up by the hood or back of their shirt, and placing them on their feet. “Aw come on, Nikki, it's a great prank! Like– amazing!” another voice sounded. Urchent got up on its own, not bothering to brush the dirt off of his deep green cloak. “Who… are you?” Ayoden asked, pointing to the three. The first, the tallest, was a cyborg creeper. He had four arms and was wearing a ragged lab coat. He assumed his life mark was the green streak in his hair and green robotic eye. The shortest was a blaze with pink hair, wearing a red cloak and green jewelry with assorted green embroideries on the cloak. The last, was a shorter enderman than he had seen before. She had black and purple hair, with green and purple eyes– like Dens. She had a lesbian pride flag pin on her sweater and a rabbit hat, arguably looking the most modernly dressed from most of the people Ayoden had seen so far.

“Im Nichachu, but please call me Nikki.” the blaze smiled warmly, followed by the creeper. “My name is Docm. 77. Call me whatever.” He took Cammans hand and shook it, as he stared back behind the mask awkwardly. “Im Aimsey. Any pronouns. Those two are She/her and he/him.” the enderman butted in, before in a blink of an eye, she reverted to a more human state, the only signs of the previous enderman form being the long tail and the inky black mark over her purple eye. “Whoa!” Ayoden exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. In a poof of purple mist, he came back to be an Enderman, his height nearly doubled.

“WHOA! DEN!” Camman wheezed, hand over his chest as he breathed heavily. “You are an enderman?!” Camman asked after catching his breath, as Den reverted back to the human form. “Yeah. aint it obvious? I got the mark like Aimsey.” Ayoden replied, pointing to Aimseys eye. Camman looked up and down for a moment, then shrugging. “I don't see it, man,” Camman said. “What do you mean, man? It's right here!” Den said, pulling the sweater down to show the ender mark on his chest, tail swishing from side to side.
“...man, I don't look at your tits.” Camman sighed with a concerned look, a serious tone causing Aimsey and Doc to slap a hand over their faces to prevent from laughing. Nikki laughed softly before hitting the back of their heads with her hand, and walking forwards, offering a pickaxe to Urchent, an Axe to Camman, and a sword to Ayoden. “Sick,” Den whispered as he glided his hands over the blade, eyes reflecting on the iron surface. The look of the green eyes in place of his purple ones made him cringe slightly, a sharp reminder this wasn't another time to mess around with his friends. He could die.

The large group walked up the cliffside, going through a surrounding area of a dirt wall and basic redstone mechanic, a hidden door. Though simple, Camman and Ayoden marveled at the mechanism as they walked through, looking up like children. Aimsey looked as well, but more like an older child who wanted to seem cool and disinterested than show the utter excitement they had. The group didn’t have much iron to spare after crafting the other's full sets, which Doc and Nikki didn't bother to wear. “I crafted you such luxurious armor, and you bastards won't even wear it?!” Aimsey dramatically complained. Doc itched the back of his neck awkwardly, and Nikki just bonked her on the head. “Shh, Aimsey.” Aimsey just grumbled, crossing her arms. The camp was quaint, with a quietly crackling campfire and a few wool sleeping backs scattered about, with a convenient 2 already sewn. Urchent walked over to the hidden bags and took one, setting it up in a shady spot, yawning. Camman looked to Den, and Den looked to Camman. “I call the bag!” Camman yelled, dashing for the bag. “Hey! CANMAN!” Den retorted, teleporting to catch up. “ITS CAMMAN!” “CAN-MAN!”

“Ah, I forgot. More teenagers.” Doc sighed, sitting down with a goat with a horn missing, stroking its back as it settled onto his lap. “It's not that bad when you are in a server full of them.” Nikki chuckled, taking water from the stream into a leaf and drinking it. “You- you deal with a server full of teens?” Doc asked in a whisper, robotic eye beeping in what could be interpreted as concern. “I have a server full of grown adults, and some of them still act like rowdy teens! I can't even- two of them blew up my tunnel borer the other day!” Doc exclaimed, unable to comprehend Nikki's patience. “You learn at some point how to drown it out,” Nikki responds, taking another sip of the water, nose scrunching up. “Ugh, the leaf makes it taste…sour?”

Camman got ahold of the sleeping bag, setting it up by the storage. He looked around, watching the calm talking between Nikki and Doc, Aimsey and Urchents little Stargaze. He took Ayodens hand and pointed to the wooly bed. “Lay down,” Camman said. “Oh, were sleeping in the same bed?” Den said, joke flirtingly. Camman wrinkled his nose. “No– we're setting out spawn in the same bed.” Cam scoffed, laying down after he shoved Ayoden back up, setting his spawn. They walked a bit away, 9 blocks away from Aimsey and Urchent and the storage. They began to spar with sticks, Den complaining how Camman always beat him, besides the odd round where Den would win.

Aimsey silently watched the quarrel with Urchent, who only laughed slightly. “Wow. they always like this?” Aimsey asked, nudging Urchents shoulder. “No, not really. I mean, I've only known them for a day and a half.” Urchin replied, its mushroom hat weighing down its head as it looked down to the ground, noticing a trail of sulfur scent. “Hm.” Urchin shrugged, standing back up straight, fixing the way its hat sat on its head. “What?” Aimsey asked, looking with slight concern. “I smell sulfur. Tell me, does Doc smell like a normal creeper?” Urchin asked Aimsey, who shook her head no. “More like goats,” Aimsey replied, leaving Urchent in silence for a moment. “...CAMMAN, DEN! LOOK OUT!” It then shouted, causing the boys to look back at it, then to the creeper at Ayodens side, hissing.

“Oh no.” Ayoden whispered in a choke, looking desperately at Camman before it exploded.

“YOU IDIOT, TELEPO–” Camman shouted before it detonated, launching him away at half a heart.

[ Ayoden was blown up by a Creeper. ]

The text flashed red in their comms, but the name Ayoden faded into yellow after a few moments. “GUYS!” Aimsey screeched, teleporting to Camman, then Den. The explosion hole left Ayoden’s body there, mangled horrifically. His blood was splattered across the hole. His chest was burnt, leaving bubbling blisters where skin still remained, his ribcage burst open with his guts bubbled and burst. The scene was horrific, the face of fear plastered on the boy's face, eyes still half open with the burn scars over his face. Urchents guts felt like they were twisting at the sight, before the body convulsed, green seeping into a yellow before the body disappeared with a pop. the sight reminded Urchent of the battles he fought. The bloodstained pit of the Camman18 100 Players, nearly all of Wilbur's sick games, and more. At least he was not in pain for long.

But what a horrible way to lose a first life.

“Cam! Camman… holy shit, man!” Aimsey chuckled, though her voice cracked. His arm was bent the wrong way, bone exposed and spilling. His mask was cracked, leaving the little window to show his bloodied mouth and ripped lips, ear shredded in the explosion. His chest was blistered and burnt, ripped open and bloodied, but not to the extent of Ayodens. No, this would make him suffer.
“What happened?” Nikki came over, followed closely behind by Doc. “...Oh god. Oh– Aimsey…” Doc whispered, dashing over. The tips of Nikki's hair began to smolder, before exploding in flames, eyes pure white, like how Herorbine was described in the legends. “Aimsey! What did you do? What happened?!” Nikki demanded as Urchent stumbled over, sitting down by Doc, who struggled to find anything to treat the injured man. His chest heaved, blood spilling over Urchents cloak and Doc's hands.

“Nikki im so sorry! I don't- a creeper! This isn't one of my pranks I swear!” Aimsey gasped, fire sending fear down her spine. Urchent put a hand on Nikki's shoulder and whispered something. “...we need to force respawn,” it whispered solemnly, the tears silently streaming down Nikki's face let loose. “Aimsey… come here.” Nikki stood next to Aimsey as Urchent repeated what it had just said to Doc, who nodded in dismay.

“Cover your eyes, Aimsey,” Nikki muttered as she covered confused Aimseys eyes. “W-what?” Aimsey moved her fingers, eyes widening as she saw the axe to Cammans neck, lifting high before swinging down, landing the final hit, causing his green marks to turn yellow before he disappeared with a pop.

On-screen flashed

[ Camman18YT was slain by Docm77 ] ,

Before changing quickly to

[ Camman18YT was blown up by Creeper ]

When the server registered the forced respawn.
“...Doc. DOC WHAT THE FUCK?!” Aimsey screamed, tears burning down her cheeks. Fuck. they didn't have the water-resistance potions yet, but they couldn't stop their sobbing, dropping to the ground where his body was, as the bloodstains left began to evaporate. “I-” Doc began, before Urchent dropped down beside her, stroking her back. “It was the humane thing to do, to force respawn. He will be back, Aimsey.” Urchent explained, the blankness of its voice hiding the fear in its heart. “Y-you promise?” Aimsey asked finally, looking back up with burning eyes. Urchent dried the searing tears, nodding up and down. “Yes. I know how this all works.”

“What's with the waterworks, guys?” Ayoden asked, walking forwards, Camman following behind, gripping his arm white biting the inside of his cheek, wincing.
‘Y-you guys fucking died!” Aimsey dashed forwards, pulling the two into a tight hug. When they were released, Camman dashed for the stream, the rising sun showing their reflections more clearly. He took off his mask and reviewed his face, turning his head from side to side. A new scar reached from his ear and cheekbone to the bridge of his nose, with a light yellow hue. Speaking of yellow, his previously green stains are now yellow. His eyes, his patch of hair… and… his missing hand.

Ayoden looked into the stream as well, wrinkling his nose. “Yellow is not a flattering color for me… oof.” the brushed a hand down the burn scars on his neck, reaching to his cheek. The string of green hearts across his chest was replaced with yellow ones, the first of the third shattered. It sent a shiver down Ayodens spine to see Cammans look in horror at the lack of his right hand, before sighing. “It will be back to normal once we get back… away from here… back to information hunting..!” Camman told himself. Ayoden rubbed his back, noticing the soft and hurt gazes of the four others.
“It's fine, we're fine, right Cam?” Ayoden chuckled, lifting his head to show his bright grin.

“Yeah. were fine. As long as we're together.” Camman replied, bunching his hand into a fist and bumping his against Den’s.

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Jellybean rushed through the mountains, wincing when their tail was sliced against the rocks in their path. Blopwobbel struggled to keep up, Oreli fast on his tail. “Blop, what's- happening? Who screamed? Who is Ayoden?!” Oreli demanded, keeping up with Blop. “Not- sure-” Blopwobbel panted, jumping up and landing next to Jellybean. “He’s my friend! I- He’s DEAD!” Jellybean explained though their voice cracked. Oreli couldn't show as much care as Jellbean did. They didn't know this man, nor did they find the compassion in their heart to care for someone's death besides the 2 friends they’d made. “Hey, Jellybean, over that hill! Smoke!” Blopwobble shouted, falling back when a flash of purple bolted past him, knocking him to the ground.

“Den!” Jellybean shouted, jumping over the rocks and traversing the steep terrain as fast as she could. “Camman!” Jellybean's heart raced, seeing multiple people in the area, but none with distinct pink or purple-green looks. She spotted four people as she dashed closer, one who was easily described as a creeper, and a blaze and enderman. Oh, and there was– “Urchent!”
Urchent looked up to Jellybean, letting out a sigh before she crashed down beside It, knocking down the cards tower they had been building. “Where are they?!” Jellybean gasped, smacking back a metallic hand that reached out to her, only screeching in pain when her knuckles met metal. “OWW!”

“Okay, what's all the– Jellybean?” Ayoden emerged from a small indent in the cliffside, with two doors kept open with rocks. Camman shortly left as well, groaning when he saw Den and Jellybean in the same proximity. “Headache here we come…” Camman scoffed, rubbing his temples as he walked up to them.
“CAMMAN DEN OHMYGOD YOU DIED!” Jellybean scolded, tears running down her face like waterworks as she hugged them bone-crushingly tight. “Jelly please- were already on–” “YELLOW? YELLOW LIFE?!” Jellybean interrupted Cammans asks to be freed, with more screaming and sobbing. “Wow, nice lot,” Nikki said, stepping out of the small wheat field, and rubbing her eyes. “Maximum loud. Don't get Aimsey involved with them, or so help me.” Nikki advised Urchent, who nodded under the heavy mushroom-themed clothing.

“We should be expecting death, so I advise we don't get so uppity about a green death. We should be happy we don't have a red already with this group.” Urchent said bluntly, causing Jelly to finally drop the tortured yellows, both dropping to their knees and struggling to breathe. “Jelly– we love you girl but please.” Ayoden wheezed, catching his breath finally. Camman seemed to not catch the memo about breathing, so he writhed on the floor for a bit.
“Cam, please. We can't have a red life so early. I mean, double kill.” Urchent sighed, causing Nikki to softly laugh, mouth covered to muffle her laughter. Urchent joined in with the laughter, followed by the three Shorts creators. The pressure was off today, at least.

You know, unless something would go horrifically wrong in a matter of seconds.

Then Urchents laughter faded into coughs. It fell to its knees, coughing heavier. “You okay, Urchent?” Camman asked, stopping the laughter and walking to the bundle that was the mushroom hat and cloak. He felt slight relief when the coughs soothed down. Their communicator buzzed in his pocket, pulling it open to the player list. “Wait, there was a player list this whole time-?” Camman muttered to himself, lifting off the mushroom hat while staring at the Communicator. “Docm77… Urchent– wait. Why is it in… yello…”

Camman looked at the face of Urchent, mostly hidden by the veil and shrooms sprouting from its hair and under its bangs. The red blood stained his teeth and lips, a small stream of blood trickling down from the corner of its mouth.

[ Docm77 was slain by Blopwobbel ]

[ Urchent died ]

“What is it, Dom?” Oli asked, noticing the shocked expression on his face, putting down the box of cobblestones he was lugging to see what was on DimDamDoms communicator. “Oh. oh, dear. Doc? Doc’s here?” Oli mumbled with a hand over his mouth, biting the inside of his cheek. Dom looked up to Wilbur, who shared a fearful expression. “There's a player list..? Fuck- how did Nikki end up here? Fucking-” Wilbur mumbled into his hand, knuckles white as he clenched his communicator. “Mog!” Dom shouted into the strip mine. “Check your comm! More dudes just died!” a faint reply of the agreement was heard at the end of the tunnel, before turning back to the freaked-out Wilbur paced around.
“Now who the fuck is- fucking ‘Jellybean?’ Can-man? Ani-” Wilbur said as he paced, and Oli did the same. New names he couldn't recognize, a few that were familiar, but not entirely, and a friend. At the very least an acquaintance.

Blopwobbel fell to his knees, lifting his blade from the creeper's gut. The smell of blood was familiar to Blop, giving him a dark sense of home in the new server. Blopwobbel didn't see the message of death flash in the comm, so he looked at the creature's face. Blood dripped down his cheek, the arrow in his shoulder making him lightheaded. The sword in his gut didn't help one bit.

“Man, it was freakin’ horrific! The dudes weren't anything like how they are on the server. Downright horrifying.” He ranted, arms shooting into the air as he ended the sentence with a sigh. He gripped the red and gold crown, eyes reflecting on the shimmering gems. The ruby reflection reminded him of the reddened eyes he took on during his reign. “At least you made it back in one piece,” Doc added, looking up from his blueprints. “Yeah. ya know what? It's useless to keep this.” He jumped up from his seat on the ground near an opening to a half-complete machine, and chucked the crown into the abyss, watching and hearing it faintly hit the ground, ringing across the pit.
“Im not getting that out of there when I finish that, Ren.” Doc said. “...yeah. That was a bad idea.”

Oh, come on. The last thing he hears is a sappy memory ringing through his head? He grinned to himself, robotic eye shutting off. Ah. there goes the brain. The nerves. At least thats more pleasant. Did death hurt more here than where he could respawn infinitely, where death was a mere inconvenience? A small dent in your daily plans? Where night was unable to be skipped like a cutscene, where sleep was crucial to not be ended by a vicious mob? He’d see. Or he would of if his nervous system didn't shut off before himself. As Ren put it, it's ‘way more freaky, dude’, making that description once most fitting. But, freaky would have been far more preferable than traumatic.

He was back in his body. Well, his body off this server. But something was off. The stitches in his coat were gone, rip now visible again. Odd. Scar did that for him during season 6. The tomato patch he was given during the resistance by Grian when he joined. Weird. The half-octagon locket Ren gave him when they made the Goatem pole…basically everything that a hermit gave him that he bothered to wear. He reached up to his eye to enable Optifine but winced when he dug a finger into a bandage. No. he whipped his head around to look at his robotic arm, seeing it as nothing but a bandaged stump. No. not again.
He was sitting alone in the middle of a grand cathedral, made with various stones and plants that were grown to support the roof. Please no. his lip quivered, chest heaving as he looked around, standing up and walking into an invisible barrier. Guess he only had a 4 by 4 space. He opened his mouth to scream, but in an instant…

He was back in the camp. Green replaced with yellow. His heart was pounding in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe correctly. Urchent. Where was Urchent? He had also died, to Doc's knowledge. Oh no. they were soulmates.
He looked to Urchent on the other side of the sleeping quarters near the fire, to see it sitting like a growing mushroom. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad soulmate, of how Camman talks about it. But the look in his eyes when he gets going on facts and such… sends a shiver down his spine.

The same shiver he got when he first met Grian.

Blopwobbel dragged the sword against the forest floor as he trekked back to where he last saw Oreli, waiting a chunk away from where Jellybean was last seen with her friends. I guess they got the message. A weakness grew in his gut, though he tried to ignore it. Their heartbeat slowly became the only noise that they could hear clearly, a violet haze in the corner of his eyes.

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Blopwobbel's head began to pound, pinching the bridge of their nose. He stumbled up to Oreli. “... what's up with the eyes..?” Oreli gestured to Blopwobbels face, where he brushed a hand on his cheek. Oreli guided him to a running stream, where Blopwobbel could barely make out the violet hue in the corners of his eyes, kneeling by the side of the stream. Oreli sat beside him, sympathy in their eyes. “Wilbur… you bastard…!” Blopwobbel hissed from bared teeth, that were sharp like the rocks surrounding the bottom of the cliff. “This has his name written all over it… the sick game of life and death. But I guess he had the ‘compassion’ to be a subject himself.” Blopwobbel gripped the handle of his bloodied blade, before pointing it into the air. “He will pay. Once and for all.”

“This world is- crazy! Look at the world's generation!” He exclaimed with laughter, writing down random notices as he scoured the land, dragon tail swaying across the grass. “What would this series be called? Renewed Life? Heh, like New Life but also new- never mind.” He thought to himself. What would he call it, though? He thought to himself as he walked through the paths, through the small swamp, and past a gaping cave, opening sharp like dragon teeth. “Base idea!” He chimed to himself, speeding up when he smelled beef. He hadn't eaten for what felt like days! The sky was darkening fast, and he wasn't in the mood to be fighting for his life. But strangely, he felt at home here.

“If I have to deal with any more magical signing Oli, I will break down and cry this moment.” A voice sounded, with a tinge of annoyance and obvious tiredness.

Huh?

“Oh, William Soot, I must indulge in my musical talent!” the second voice sounds dramatically.

Wait.

“OliTheOrionSound? WilburSoot!” He gasped, not noticing how he said it aloud before the attention was all on him, which was presented as only two green eyes, pupils in slivers. “ARGH! A beast!” Oli squealed. “Oh, im sorry. Im Animagitian!” Ani stepped from the shadows, scaley wings tucked against his back. “I apologize if I scared you- im a big fan. Better known as a theorist-” Ani spoke, words fast as he explained. Oli took a moment to calm down as Wilbur stepped forward and shook Ani’s hand.

“Well, hello Ani. welcome. We are Flatliners, here.” Wilbur said, gesturing to the home a few blocks away, interrupted by the scratching of a pencil against paper before Ani handed him a paper. A list of names. Affiliates. Soulmates.

Ani was gonna find out it all. For the sake of Telling the story. Even if he has to point out a few details…

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The pounding sensation in its head didn't stop since the revival, leaving it feeling useless. The cyborg could deal with it just fine, but then again, Aimsey did mention he could turn off his nerves at will. Urchent wasn't sure if it would question his claims, but in his defense, that sounds like something he would do.
It remembered when Nikki told It and Aimsey not to distract Doc for a few hours.

“Why thats always a good thing when we cant annoy Doc.” Aimsey snickers, yelping when Nikki flicks water at his face. “Hey–” “So, remember how Cam and Den died?” Nikki recapped, shooting a glance at him. Aimsey didn't meet the glance, the unrealistic guilt resurfacing from the back of his mind. Under the veils, Urchent made a small frown, before looking back to Nikki. “And?” It chimed in Aimseys place, looking back at the blaze. “Yes. Camman lost part of his arm, so Doc wants to make him a prosthetic.” Nikki explained. “But, the process of his respawn caused the wound to skin over.”

Urhcent thought for a moment, brushing its claws through its hair, interrupted by his gasp. “We’re circumcising his arm?!” Aimsey questioned a look of utter shock on his face, leaving Urchent too stunned to laugh. “WHAT? WHO’S ARM IS BEING CIRCUMSIZED?” Ayoden shouted from behind a bush, coming out with a basket of apples. “Cam’s,” Aimsey replied, a shocked expression still on his face.
“Doc will explain. Uh, Den, Aimee, go get him and calm him down.” Nikki said, with a dismissing gesture. Ayoden popped away in a burst of purple particles, as Aimsey chose instead to walk to the tents.

The smallish camp was separated into 3 areas, sleeping quarters, mine, and storage. Doc worked in one of the rooms, for the entire day. As he worked on it, a variety of people and or creatures came to visit. Camman was there just a minute ago, staring at the arm as if it was some unholy magic luring him to it, then Octo the goat came around. It was a bit bittersweet to see the goat, though they were quite often near the camp. It was more or less reminiscent of Hermitcraft. One clinging memory to hold physically here. He didn't know what possessed him to think Octo looked a bit like Ren. made him think of Season 8. He chuckled to himself as he worked, shuddering when he felt something small brush up against his leg. He stood up instantly, only to see a small cat. The little thing had round green eyes, cream-colored paws, and an orange look to the rest of his pelt.

Thankfully, Nikki came to the creeper's rescue and picked up the small tabby. “Nothing to be afraid of, Doc.” Nikki scolded jokingly, stroking the cat's pelt. “Aw! Orange like a…” Nikki trailed off, eyes softening as she thought for a moment. How would the others be doing..? “The arms done,” Doc said, bringing her back to reality. “Yeah. I got the others to calm him down for you. I think Urchent was gonna find a golden apple.” Nikki said, ushering the cat out before Doc started to inch to the door, and heading into Camman’s and Den's quarters.
“Look, everything fine,” Aimsey went on, ignoring the confused expression Camman wore under his mask. “Yeah!” Ayoden agreed, despite Cam having no clue what he was getting at.

“Okay. uh. Look at me.” Ayoden insisted, taking him by the sides of his face and forcing him to look. “Ye-” “You. may feel pain..?” Aimee shrugged. “Ha. excuse me?” Cam asked, a blank expression on his face. “So. arms off part two, eh?” Den sighed. “EXCUSE ME- OW!” Cam screeched, before Aimee shoved a cloth in his mouth, ushering the screams. “LaLAlaAA~” Den began to sing horribly, leaving Aimsey biting back laughter. Doc’s ears twitched in annoyance as the others went on, as he bonded the metal– copper, to be exact, –to the stump of his arm. “Kids…”

Urchent was to blame in all honesty for the screams. it did find the gapple, or better yet, crafted one and only game back to Camman being unable to beat the absolute shit out of Aimsey and Den as they sang, ushering him when he flung a fist out. Despite how annoyed it left him, he stopped fighting them eventually
(Den got him in a headlock and now he’s stuck to not reopen the wound).

Honestly, Urchent was surprised at how calm the server was. By this time, it could at least assume to be episode 2 or 3 in a server sense.
But something was really up. It felt a watching behind his back at any moment, only relieved when its Aimsey appeared behind it, or Den trying to spook it. Even after the reveal, it still felt the eyes down its back. It made it shudder often.
Maybe he knew too much.

Maybe he listened in on the story a bit too often.

The tabby cat jumped around the rocks, still smug at the fact he intimidated the large, 4-armed creature, though the gentle fire beast sent a good bit of fear down his spine. He sped up until he reached the foot of the hill, crawling into the rabbit holes. The tunnels made for efficient escape and entry, and Mog didn't know where they were, making it an uncompromisable exit. He landed on Oli's bed and jumped gracefully down to land on an open book. The book had an eerie energy. A visibly purple hue came from the pages, reflecting in his eyes as he looked. He didn't understand two-leg speak, but maybe…

“Thats where you went, Miko!” A voice pronounced from the doorway, gently scooping the tom into his arms, and snapping the cat from its trance.
“Gotcha now, bud.” Mogswamp grinned as he carried Miko into the main room, placing him in a small barrel, floor lined with wools fleece and cloth, courtesy of Dom and Ani. speaking of Ani… wasn't that Ani’s book..?

Eh. Miko was just a cat.

As long as the flatline members didn't get hurt, what does he care?

Oreli sat calmly on the roof of the building, watching as Jellybean danced with the brightly colored Bees, that were literally glowing. Oreli woke up that morning to many new faces, some of which they must have been imagining, for when they blinked they disappeared. A new person, with green hair and a masked face, was standing with Bean next to a swarm of glowing bees. Blop, who was still feeling frail from the previous day was standing with the help of a poorly carved walking stick from the new person and Jellybean, but a walking stick nonetheless. He thought about what may be thought of him if Wilbur saw him.

Again. Thought to be weak,

Weaker than the ant who would inevitably judge him for his ‘sins’, when he is the true sinner. The one who wreaked havoc on the poor civilians.

Sometimes, Blopwobbel will try to recite all the names of the dead participants when he prayed to Lady Death, and the fact that the casualties were uncountable made him feel the urge to kill more and more.

He read the small names at the sides of the wooden stick, squinting to read.
‘J.B.’ for Jellybean, and Smokeebee. Odd name. Sounds like something from Transformers. (Wait. what even are transformers?)
Smokeebee yelled at the swarm of bees when they began to chase Jellybean around the flat area as they screamed bloody murder. Somehow this was very peaceful to the two, as Oreli leaned against the rocks with a sigh.
“What a great day.” They said with sarcasm, before giggling at Blops blank expression. “What? What's so funny??” Blopwobbel asked, sending Ori deeper into their frenzy of laughter. “WHAT???”

Smokee chased Jelly and her chat through the jungle, not bothering to even ask what the fuck those cat-like pandas were as she rushed. “JELLY THERE'S A CLIFF!” Smokee shouted out ahead, causing them to jump to a stop at the foot of an easel, dripping paint into their hair, as they looked up to see the character looming above.

They had a flaming eye, and brown hair tied up in a ponytail with coral as a pin through it.

“Whoa. Siiick.” Smokeebee whispered under her breath.

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Smokeebee stared up in awe at the woman above her, eyes wide before Jellybean helped her up. “Sorry.” Jellybean squeaked, as Smoke staggered to her feet. “Uh. okay. Who- are you?” They asked, wiping the paint off of Smokee’s face.

The new person chuckled in reply, setting down the brush, a violet glint to their otherwise green eye. “My name is Cherrifire.” Cherri greeted, moving away from the easel. Her fiery eye was glowing green, unlike the usual colors of fire that would be seen on the regular, with what looked to be a stopwatch faintly in the eye, acting as a pupil. “Who are you?” She then questioned, tilting her head. “Uh. im Smokeebee and thats Jellybean.” Smokee said as she gestured to the purple demon, who waved awkwardly back at the newcomer. “Thats nice. I feel like I might have heard of you. Just… kinda distant memories.” Cherri said, before returning to the art.” Jellybean and Smokee looked at each other before Jellybean asked. “Uh. would you like to- come with us?” They said awkwardly, scratching the back of their head. “We are heading to a friend's base.” Cherrifire flashed them a concerned look, as if they just suggested they drink a wither potion and fight a ravager. “Who?” Cherri asked, lifting an eyebrow at them.

“Uh, Camman18... AyoDen, uh, Nihachu, Docm77–” Jellybean listed, lifting up a finger for each person listed, noticing how that caught Cherrifires attention. “Ah. I see.” She said, setting down the paints. “I'll be here.” She said, dismissing them with a flick of her hand. Smokee followed after Jellybean, who began walking to the jungle's clearest entrance, skipping away. Cherri did a double-take to ensure the two new people were gone, as a small, chibi-like character leaped from the canvas. “Hello, Chatter.” Cherri greeted the creechur. It was a smaller version of Mumbo Jumbo, who sat on her palm. “I want you to raid that green-haired one,” Cherri instructed, pointing into the jungle. The creechur nodded, leaping off the palm and bounding into the jungle after them.

“What a good idea!” Aimee exclaimed, smiling wide. “Let's go ask Doc and Nikki about it– speak of the devil. Jellybean! Hello!” he said, as Jellybean leaped over the wall, landing face-first in the grass. Camman let out a small snicker, arms crossed. “Don't you dare,” Jellybean grumbled, before standing up, Smokeebee landing next to them, buzzing down with their bee-like wings. “Hello.” Smokee greeted, waving slightly. Camman waved back, before standing back against the wall, copper arm stroking Octos pelt. “What's the plan, Aimsey?” Jellybean asked before Octo began to headbutt their leg. “Ow-” “Well, Den was thinking that we would have a party, see everyone whos on the server.” He explained, before Urchent walked up behind. “Mixed Life.” It said, looking blankly into the tree above. “The server is called Mixed Life.” Ayoden shot him a suspicious glance, before Camman walked up behind him. “If it says so,” Cam said, as he took Octo by the horn and dragged her off of Jelly's leg. “Thats a great idea. Anyways, who are you?” Camman asked, gesturing to Smokee. “Smokeebee.” She responded, stepping forwards from behind Jellybean. “I do storytime shorts.” Den raised an eyebrow. “A lot of different faces here,” Den remarked, before getting a headbutt from Octo. “Ow! Can-man, watch your dog!” He groaned, noticing Niki and Doc come up behind the group.

“A party? I mean, yeah. We can get Blops gang…” Niki said, looking deep in thought. “Thats a great idea. Is there anyone else to invite?” Doc asked, looking at the younger players. “Yeah, the Flatliners, and that Cherrifire gal.” Jellybean chimed in. ‘hm.’ Doc thought. ‘Why does Cherrifire sound familiar..?’ Doc was snapped back to reality shortly after the endermen decided it would be a great idea to chuck Camman like a tennis ball from Aimsey to Den. “HEY! DeN!” Cam screeched between throws. “Shoulda watched your dog!” Den snickered, before putting him back down on the grass, reverting back to the more humanoid form with a cloud of purple particles. “Rowdy shits,” Niki said under her breath, as she gathered up the group. “Might as well get the place ready. Doc, you take a few of 'em to find a good spot, then shoot me the coords.” Niki said, throwing a satchel over her shoulder. “Smokee, Jellybean, Urchent, with me.” She said as she approached the exit, pointing to the three. Urchent quickly caught up with her, followed by Smokee who buzzed over there, Jellybean following close beside. “Guess it's us then.” Doc sighed, looking to the two left. “Hey, I know a good spot!” Ayoden said, shooting his hand up, like a child eager to be chosen in class. He scooped up Octo, throwing her over his shoulder and poofing into his enderian form, picking up Camman by the arm. “Hey! Put me–” He complained, words cut off by the repeated teleportation, until they reached their destination. Doc smirked slightly, before receiving the coords from Den.

[Ayoden: hey dude got the coords ]

[ Docm77: Thanks ]

The Creechur jumped from the bush when the camp emptied, rushing back the way it came, through the jungle and mountain. It approached Cherri’s camp, chest heaving as it came to a stop at her feet. “Thank you, chatter. Have a few channel points.” Cherrifire said, placing the Creechur on her palm, and back onto the canvas with the other chatters, each small copies of various members of the Life Series, minus the Mixed Lifers of course. She let go of her pencil, but instead of it falling to the ground, it floated there, with a small violet hue around it. They took a breath, before turning to the ‘canvas’. The Chatters sat in the corner of the area, with a space for art in the middle, where the Chatters weren't. “Thats all for today, folks. But im sure you would love to see this from all perspectives… okay, Chat, go ahead and raid Nihachu, Mogswamp, Wilbur, and Smokeebee.” Cherri said, words dismissing the chatters, as they scattered off. Packing away the materials into her satchel. She walked down the side of the cliff, slipping into a cave. She took out a sparking torch, lighting the way to a door drilled into the side of the cave, opening into a geode. Papers hung from the roof, and chests were in a pile in the middle, that reeked of sulfur. The room was dimly lit by glowing moss hanging from the roof, giving her just enough sight to craft. Pulling out sand and gunpowder, they began mixing them together, until they had nearly a stack of TnT, then crafting a few minecarts. The tick-tock in her brain was driving her insane as if counting down to something. Looking into the gems for a slight of herself, she grimaced at the sight of the green in her fiery eye fading into a yellow. “Oh. I guess thats gonna be an issue.” she scoffed to herself, shoving the minecarts into her inventory as she stomped back out of her base. At least if everything goes to plan, she’ll be back in green soon enough.

Oli stared out across the land, sliding down the ladder to the watchtower and back into the control room when he spotted a group approaching. “Mogswamp! DimDamDom! Sir Soot! Animagitian! We have visitors!” He announced as he stepped outside, gripping a small golden stopwatch in his hand. Ani jolted up from his book, standing up to go out and follow Oli, hand brushing the hilt of his blade. Can never be too careful. “Oh, hello, Jellybean!” Oli said, rushing forewards to greet them. “Hi, Oli,” Jelly said, shaking his hand, and shooting a glance at the clock in his hand. “This is Niki Nihachu and Smokeebee. We’ve come to invite you all to a party, around the corner there, actually.” Jellybean said. Mog and Wilbur emerged from the base, each holding swords just out of sight, but Wilbur dropped his when he saw Niki. “Hello, Nihachu.” He said, outstretching a hand to his server mate. She shook the hand back, with an odd smile. Animagitian whispered into Mogswamps ear as he stepped out, glaring at the three newcomers. “Okay, how can we be sure that this won't end in us dying?” Mogswamp asked calmly, Ani by his side. “Well, we don't plan on killing anyone,” Niki said, hand on her hip. “Good enough for me, personally.” Oli shrugged, looking to Dim who nodded in agreement. Wilbur and Ani shared a concerned look, before the four looked to Mog. “...well, I trust you. We will be there,” he said finally, with a deep breath. “Great. It's at sundown, and ill get Doc to shoot you the coords.” Jellybean said, a glint of excitement in their eye. “Okay, Smokee. Lead the way to Blop.” Niki said, turning to Smokee, who nodded, and began to walk off. Oli and Jellybean waved until they were out of sight of each other. Dom stepped into the room alone, looking down when he heard a crunch. He had stepped on Animagitians quill. “Crap-” he whispered, bending down to pick it up, as Miko leaped forwards to lick his hand. “Mik- oh?” He said, trailing off. He saw an open journal, with a purple hue surrounding it. The book lured him closer, as he looked at the pages.

‘ day 3 on Mixed Life

This is a fun place, in all honesty. Im not at all sure how i got here, but i can tell its a copy of grians life series

I found a group here. There were familiar faces besides the flatliners. I wonder if anyone else knows what is going on

day 4 on Mixed Life – Cherrifire

I met cherrifire down by the caves

She said she lived in that geode, and was cooking something up with her chat. Her chatters are just some small little guys. I like the tango one the most.

Good to see another ######## around here. I think that cat knows about this and that mushroom dude who died a few hours ago

Doms onto me. Matter of time now. Ill have to deal with him if so. They cannot know about the wa###### ‘

Dimdamdom slammed the book shut, sweat dripping down his forehead. Miko rubbed up against him soothingly, but it didn't help him much. He rushed out of the room, and onto the cliffside. “Hello, Dom.” said a voice from behind him. “Ani..?” he said hesitantly, stepping backwards. “Why do you seem so uncomfortable?” Animagitian asked, stepping closer. “Im- not–!” Dom stepped back too far, left foot hanging off the cliffside. His heart dropped as he fell backward, seeing the lack of water below the ravine. “MOGSWAMP!” he screeched, sending the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground, snapping his spine and cracking his skull, sending a spray of blood across the ground. Mogswamp had rushed to the cliffside where he was, but he was too late. “DAM!” He yelled, only seeing the blur of red at the bottom of the ravine. Tears tugged at his eyes as he looked at Ani, who was showing a shocked expression, looking to Mog. “...w-what-?” Mogswamp choked, unable to speak any more words than that. “He stepped back too far,” Ani said bluntly. “A goat caught him off guard. Im sorry, Mog.” Mog turned his head back down to the cliff, taking off his crown, and looking solemnly down at the floor. “Im sorry.” he whispered, before standing up.

[ DimDamDom fell from a high place ]

Smokee looked to her comm, opening it to the message of Dims death. She gasped, showing Jellybean the screen. Jellybean’s eyes darkened, both of them looking to Niki, who only registered the heaviness of the deaths here moments after. “...well then.” She said under her breath, eyes softening. “We should get back soon. Hurry now.” She urged, walk turning into a jog as she came up on Blop and Oreli's base. Blopwobbel looked up at her blankly, standing with the aid of the walking stick and Oreli. “We request your attendance at the party this night,” Niki said calmly. “The flatliners will be there as well, including our team.”
“Yeah,” Jelly chimed in. “Like Animagitian, OliTheOrionSound, Wilbur Soot–” “Wilbur?” Oreli said, looking to Blop, who nodded, as if reading their mind. “Yes, we will be there. Send us the coords and we will be there by sundown.”
Niki looked satisfied with their answer, turning the other way to walk to the base, the tips of her hair scorched from what Smokee could assume to be from Dim’s death.

“Allll done!” Ayoden sighed, flopping down on a bench with Camman. The cove was surrounded by torches, meant to look like one of those fancy roofed decks in parks or backyards. There were a few cakes around the tables, and a fire pit in the middle, that was currently unlit. “Well, we should head back, dress up real good,” Den said, looking to Camman with a click of his tongue. “Im not changing.” Camman shrugged, stroking Octo’s ruffled pelt, groaning in annoyance when Ayoden picked him and Octo up, teleporting from hill to hill until they arrived at the base, where everyone else was already gathered.

“Ready to go?” Niki asked, Doc by her side. “Yeah!” Aimee and Den said in unison. “Let's go!” Doc smiled slightly at the enthusiasm, and looked into the sky, at the moon. Something was off. Not about the moon, this time. Where has a part been used to kill someone before..?

Chapter Text

Dim hung his head as he walked, rubbing his temples as his head ached. The memories weren't clear, but from the way Mog was watching over him like a falcon, he could assume it was of his own clumsiness. He gripped the mantle draped over his shoulders, bringing it closer to himself. Animagitian had a sharp gaze, straight ahead to the chattering of the other team, wings tucked neatly under his armor. “Now, everyone. Set your spawn here.” Mogswamp said, stepping ahead and turning to face the group, laying a bed down, hidden behind a ledge just out of sight from the highest point of the party. “Can never be too careful, as much as I’d love to trust them.” Oli was the first to come forwards, walking with Wilbur close by his side. The two treated the meetup as a time to let loose from Ani’s spooky foresight, and just relax as a server. Of course, not many people here knew too much about how a life server would work. The group looked moderately fancy, with their collared shirts, and Mogswamp's constant royal attire, topped in extravagance by Oli’s clothes. Ani was still being practical, of course, but it still looked quite nice. Dim and Wilbur were the most casual, Dim wearing the now ripped mahogany sweater under Mog’s mantle he had been given, and Wilbur wore the yellow cardigan, tied along his waist instead of over the pop-collared shirt.

“Festivals are always great to hang out with. I just feel odd whenever someone steps onto the stage.” Wilbur said as he walked past the respawn point. “Just an icky old feeling.” DimDamDom nodded slightly, walking ahead. As he looked into the crowd, he saw a few new faces. Of course, there was Camman and Den’s group, but not all of Blop's group was there yet, only Smokee and themself chatting with someone he had not yet seen before, with a fiery eye and sea-themed attire. Next to Urchent stood a creeper, with four arms, the lower two poking out from his tattered lab coat, stained with what he hoped to be just redstone, speaking to a pink-haired blaze, wearing a brown tunic with a green belt hanging off the sword holster. Jellybean instantly took notice of the group, coming up and making superficial chatter. “Oh, I heard you lost a life,” Jellybean said sympathetically, biting their lip awkwardly. “How?” Dom struggled to explain, shrugging. “Mog says I fell off the cliff. Spooked by a goat…” “Thats- oh. Thats unfortunate…” Smokee said from behind Jelly. “It's fine, honestly -pretty stupid.” Dim shrugged in agreement.

On the other side of the party, Urchent had spotted Blopwobbel and Oreli, hesitantly walking up to speak with them. “He-” Urchent began, interrupted by Blop. “Im sorry.” He began, leaning against the cane. “I didn't mean to kill your soulmate- well, mainly you-” He explained. Urchent smiled slightly, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I forgive you.” It said softly, before walking back to Camman and Ayoden, standing in the corner bickering as usual, just background noise to the Origins conversation. “Wilbur! How did I not notice you here?” Aimsey explained, his eyes bright. “Soooo much shit has gone down- it's like the DreamSMP!” he laughed, before noticing how sour Niki and Wilbur looked at the mention of the server, so Aimee was quick to switch the subject. “Uh- how have you been, Wilbur? I heard the Flatliners are doing well.” Wilbur looked back now, smiling slightly. “Well, there are many new faces. One of Scott’s friends, Oli is the first dude I met.” Wilbur said, leaning against the table. “Just like a week ago. So much in a matter of days.” Niki and Aimsey looked at each other at the mention of the time. Sure, Wilbur was right, but how long did it really feel? When Cam and Den were asked, both of them could swear it has been at least a month and a half. Urchent had it on the dot. ‘7 days and 3 hours since I woke up’, it said in response. “Im gonna go see how the food is goin'! Enders gotta ea-” He chuckled, waving his hands as he stepped back, shuddering when he heard a click.

Then a sudden fizz.

A familiar one.

“EVERYONE FUCKING BOLT!” Aimee screeched, ramming into Niki and Wilbur, grabbing them by the waist, and teleporting to the hill where Wilbur had set his spawn. Camman grimaced at the words, taking Den’s hand and shoving him out of the blast range, alongside himself. Doc and Oli were helpless to escape, Oli only roughly avoiding the blast from being thrown back from Doc, taking blast and fall damage when he landed, letting out a frail scream before falling unconscious. Urchent, alongside Blop and Oreli, was slain by the blast.

[ Docm77 was blown up by Cherrifire ]

[ OliTheOrionSound was blown up by Cherrifire ]

[ Urchent was blown up by Cherrifire ]

[ Blopwobbel was blown up by Cherrifire ]

[ Oreli was blown up by Cherrifire ]

Dim was not spared by the fiery wall, screeching as the blast swarmed around him, letting out one last cough from the smoke invading his lungs, Mog's screams being the last words he heard, muffled by the sound of the explosion.
To his surprise, Ani was not free from the TnT’s range, the blast hitting his back and legs, allowing him to let out a final gasp before falling unconscious on the ground, blood spilling slowly from his back and onto the grass.

[ DimDamDom was blown up by Cherrifire ]

[ Animagitian was blown up by Cherrifire ]

“Niki- Will- oh my god Will,” Aimsey said breathlessly, as Wilbur began to hack up blood. Wilbur's eyes flashed from each person, to the plume of smoke, and the bodies. Niki’s eyes widened, grabbing him as he fell lifelessly to the ground, staring across the party to the bodies of Urchent and Doc. “Oh my fucking god- DOC! URCHENT!” Aimsey screamed, rushing over to Doc, shuddering at Oli’s battered body a few blocks ahead. “Musta chucked him, poor dude…” He murmured, brushing his hands through the bloody green fur, as the robotic eye flickered into a pale red. He looked… more normal, oddly enough.

Mog stared in disbelief at the scene, mouth wide as he looked over. No Flatliner seemed to be spared but him and Miko, who was brushing against his leg reassuringly, eyes showing the same fear and shock his did, lacking the anger in his dark green eyes. He stomped over to Niki, who was standing over Wilbur's body, expression unreadable as she weld her blade. “You- You said we wouldn't get hurt!” He shouted at her, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. “Now all of my allies are DEAD!” “I couldn't control this outcome, Mogswamp,” Niki replied calmly, though the singed tips of her hair begged to differ, flaring up as Mog continued, giving into tears as he spoke. “Dim’s on one life, and now Wilbur and Oli are on yellow.” He said, struggling to collect himself. “I understand your grief, Mog. Now Doc and Urchent are left at red.” She said, clenching her fist around the handle of her axe.

Jellybean looked in disbelief, laid on the ground, next to Smokee, both launched over by the TnT. Smokee sat up, grasping at what looked to be a piece of translucent yellow-tinted fabric, but by the look of the bee-wing pattern and Smokees terrified expression, Jellybean didn't think it was fabric. “My wi- my wing is gone…” She said in horror. One of the wings was almost clean off, leaving a paper-like tear in the base of the wing, surrounded by a small bit of bee fuzz. The other wing was burnt half off, but still able to move. A few blocks beside them were Camman and Ayoden, both still reeling from the shock, holding onto each other for dear life.

‘Not again’ was the only thought racing through their heads, as they held onto each other for dear life as an arrow flew through the air, shining like blood as the sun rose, reflecting perfectly over the wreckage, landing as the bodies faded. “Wha-” Cam blurted, before a screech broke the silence.

Niki’s chest heaved as she stood back up, gripping her arm, now leaking blood. Mog glared at her, a red glint in his eyes. Mog raised his blade, but was brought to the floor when Aimsey plunged his axe into his shoulder, causing him to shriek. Mogswamp twisted his blade when it found flesh, plunging it through Aimee’s gut. He could barely make a whimper for mercy before the sword slit his throat, blood making a horrific gurgling noise as he tried to breathe.

[ Aimsey was slain by Mogswamp ]

Camman looked to Jelly, voice exasperated as he spoke to them, unable to be heard due to their distance. “Im sorry,” Smokee whispered. Jelly looked back to her, eyes wide at the bow she held, releasing the arrow, plunging into Cam’s arm. “Smokee!” Jelly shouted, before just barely evading a swing of a guitar hitting the ground where Jelly once was. Jellybean looked up to see an anger-fueled OliTheOrionSound, who was breathing down their neck. “You promised, Lady Jellybean, that the Flatliners would be safe. We are all dead.” Oli chuckled weakly, before taking out his pickaxe and swinging it at them, slicing the hearts across their collarbone, leaving a slice through them. “Holy- Jelly!” Smokee explained, rolling back to re-aim her bow, as Oli swung again, but was countered by Jellybean's own blade, causing a spark to fly.

Smokee struggled to stand, taking out a splash potion of harming and chucking it at the two, causing Camman to fall back, being dragged ahead by Den. “Come on, man… not again-” Ayoden hissed, screaming when an arrow plunged through his leg, reaching for his blade he struggled to transform into his enderian form, grabbing onto Cam's arm and barely teleporting off, moving about 3 blocks ahead. He looked up to see Oreli looming over, blade held high as they swung at him. Camman leaped to defense, raising his arm, screeching when the metal met his flesh, digging clean through. He shot a fleeting look to Den, who had an arrow through his neck, and had blood dripping from the corners of his smile, yellow eyes fading into black. Cam whispered, before smiling alongside him, sitting up only to be knocked down by a blade through his chest. His heart skipped a beat as he touched the metal sticking out through him, falling back onto Den.

[ Camman18YT was slain by Oreli ]

[ Ayoden was slain by SmokeeBee ]

[ Jellybean was slain by OliTheOrionSound ]

The bloodshed was imprinted into Oli’s mind, almost completely opposite to what he was used to. He gripped the clock in his hand, ticking down the seconds he had to live. “Just 3 more days…” He murmured, lifting his weapon from the purple demon's corpse, which convulsed before falling limp, a pool of blood his feet leaking from the body. He looked up at the cliff above, meeting the eyes of a figure with a fire in its eyes– literally. After a moment, he sighed.

“Goddammit, Martyn. It's the artist.”

Cherrifire grinned down at Oli, staring at the fire in her hand, showing the hands of a small clock. “Alright… 8.75 days.” She smirked. “Pretty good for my first season, am I right?” She said, turning to look at the sky behind her. “Stop being such a bum, Martyn. Thank you, chatters who love me very dearly.” She scowled to the sky, before smiling at the Creechurs in her palms. “See, you guys-” She was interrupted by a screech of pain, looking down at the battlefield, squeezing her eyes shut when the final scream came. “Ooh- that was- ah. Might wanna get that checked out.”

[ Mogswamp was slain by Nihachu ]

“Shut up chat im funny.”

Many readers and chatters were talking around their posts, arguing, joking, or saying things im not sure any level of Notch’s Creators or Mojang would ever like to hear. As he walked, he took notice of a small screen. He walked ever closer, to the group of people surrounding it.

“Oh, my endergods…”

“What was that? Cherri got like 7 of 'em!”

“Speaking of her, she hasn't been posting.”

He stepped between the people to see the screen, widening his eyes at the chat above it. “Cam- oh god,” he whispered, rushing away, holding onto the crown on his head. People looked at him weirdly as he dashed outside of the site, shrugging. “Probably reeling over Mixed Life.” someone sighed. “Yeah.”

He swung open the door, looking at the people inside. “Crave?” Velvety said as he looked up at Crave. “I think I know where everyone went,” Crave said, ruffling through his pockets and showing the group a clip of the server.

“Oh, thats fucked.” Ge3t3e remarked. “Thats fucked.”