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Within Zolister’s “secret” base which half of the server seemed to be aware of, Zolister and Vi silently and systematically sorted through the chests, Zolister placing many items incorrectly, despite the clear signs above and Vi then reorganising the inventory to the appropriate locations.

The silence was broken after Zolister had emptied his inventory “why are you being so quiet? You’re not even yelling at me for messing up.” Zolister turned to face Vi, his face expressionless momentarily, before grinning “why? Do you want me to yell at you?” Zolister also cracked a smile “bro, chill! I’m just saying that you look like you have something on your mind.” Zolister retracted to a more serious tonality, appearing genuinely slightly concerned.

“It’s kind of hard not to have something on my mind in this shit show of a server.” Vi attempted to play off the confrontation, however Zolister didn’t give in to his wishes, purple-starred eyes probing for more information. Vi never did like those eyes, not that he would admit that out loud, they just appeared so empty, void-like, they made Zolister feel distant. Vi quickly broke the eye contact, clutching their elbow, an unconscious habit that Zolister seemed to take note of.

“I’m not good enough.” Vi bluntly replied, still refusing to hold any form of eye contact. Zolister’s expression faltered, appearing pained, but before Vi could analyse the reaction, Zolister had recovered. He placed both hands on Vi’s shoulders, causing him to instinctually flinch, despite the action most likely being meant for comfort. This time Zolister managed to uphold his poker face, ignoring the pang of sadness he felt at the fear that Vi for some reason held towards him.

“I mean this when I say this and I have no clue why you would ever think that Vi, but you are good enough. I don’t care for the reason, but I don’t want to hear you say that ever again, you hear me?” The attempt of encouragement and support would seem like more of a threat from an outside perspective, but then again, Vi had a thought that maybe threats and the such was all Zolister had come to know, he waved that thought away.

“I appreciate the sentiment Zoli, but seriously I’m not good enough, and no-I’m not just being self-depreciating.” Vi let out an exasperated sigh, moving Zolister’s hands off his shoulders and crumbling to the floor. Zolister joined Vi on the floor, leaning back, most likely thinking about his next words “wanna talk about it?” Zolister had asked simply, leaving an open air for Vi to freely decline and Vi, in fact, did not want to talk about it. However, he had to, eventually anyways, there was nothing left that he could help with.

“Yeah… I don’t know what to say. I’ve provided therapy for years and have been able to help people just fine, bu-but over here? There’s just too much wrong with you all!” This prompted a little snort from Zolister, but was quickly silenced from a half-joking glare Vi sent his way. “You know I don’t mean anything bad when I say this Zoli, and I’m sure you’re aware more so than anyone else. But-most of everyone’s issues stemmed from you correct?” Zolister didn’t respond, although his knowing expression revealed that he was almost too aware of the fact. Vi took the silence as an invitation to continue “do you not think that you can-I dunno-talk to them or something?” Vi finally met direct eye contact with Zolister, carefully reading his expression, mindful that he knew Zolister wouldn’t expose a weakness as strong as emotions.

Unblinking and with minimal movements, a simple “no” escaped Zolister’s mouth. Vi couldn’t say that he wasn’t expecting it “look Zoli, I understand you most likely don’t want to relive anything, move on and all, right? But you need to know that you at least owe them this. There are kids-children Zolister! That you-you…” Vi halted their ongoing rant, leaving the unspoken “broke” hanging in the air, Zolister’s eyes were simply glazed-lost-sad? Vi wished he knew how to read Zolister’s thoughts, what was he so scared of others seeing? Maybe Vi had gone too far, Zolister had changed-or at least was trying to.

Zolister’s bland expression shifted, a slight smile evident on his face, more so out of pity or an acceptance than any form of joy “okay. I’ll do it. If that’s what you truly think will work, what is best for the server, then I’ll do it.”

Vi firmed their eyes closed, releasing an exaggerated sigh, he had been sighing a lot recently, they were just pleased that at least one step was taken in the right direction, even if it had to be powered through Zolister’s martyr syndrome. Everything will work out, Vi had to at the very least be able to convince himself of that.

When Vi reopened their eyes, they found that Zolister had stood up, already beginning to move, Vi really should convince him to take more breaks, although he deemed schizophrenic cannibals higher up on the list of concerns. Vi was unsure if those rumours were yet to reach Zolister, it wasn’t as if he could release his patient’s information. It would be up to Zolister if he could break through to them or not at this point, Vi’s support could only ever go so far.

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Zolister and Vi had departed not so long ago, with Vi presumably going to his cabin.

Zolister could hardly say that he was happy with the plan proposed. However, Vi was right. It was largely Zolister’s fault that some server members are still haunted by their trauma or began developing abnormal coping mechanisms. Although, it was a necessary sacrifice for the sake of the server, they had needed a villain, so a villain he had to become. Whatever had happened in the past has become irrelevant, for at the moment the server requires healing, meaning Zolister would attempt at supporting the other members. Howbeit, sometimes healing another is far more difficult than breaking them.

Before heading off, Zolister rummaged through his chests, stocking up his inventory with potions of the sort, already removing Vi’s organisation, he was sure that Vi would disagree with the battle preparation for an event only planned for conversing, but Zolister would never be able to respect the thought. The human had many enemies which could be at any place and any time, so it was far smarter to prepare for said conflict-not that he was calling Vi stupid, just-naive.

Once equipped with the necessary items, Zolister took a brief moment, collecting his thoughts. So-what now? He supposed he would have to choose someone to well-talk to, and who better than the one he pained the most-Decity.

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Zolister flicked the lever underneath his kitchen sink, sealing off the passage to his base. Once he had opened the spruce doors of a home he had commissioned off others, a soft breeze greeted him, a much appreciated welcome from the stuffy, underground airspace he had grown accustomed to.

Judging from the sun, it must have been around midday, how long had he been in there for? The skies were clear, not a cloud in sight, it would have been unsettling in the stillness if not for the unmistakeable, persistent chirps of a small bird, perched upon a chest against his house. Hm, this one again. A blue jay or a Cyanocitta cristata if you wanted to go into scientific terms. Zolister had taken note of the insignificant creature not long ago, he had thought they were meant to travel together, not this one he guessed.

Snapping out of the trivial thoughts, Zolister retrieved his communicator, his own in the form of a pocket watch, clipped between his left pocket and a golden button, galactic engravings adorning the rim of the respectively, golden watch.

Zolister configured the communicator, encoding his message “We need to talk. I know that sounds ominous as anything but Vi asked of this, so even though you can’t trust me, at least trust his word.” Zolister sent the message without a second thought, or else his doubts would begin to rise, not expecting the sudden response from Decity “You’re right. I don’t trust you, but Vi is another story, I’d like to think you’re also not stupid enough to leave a ‘trap’ as open ended as this, I presume I can be the one to choose the place?”

Zolister couldn’t resist a smile, it was almost scary how much Decity had grown from the gullible little child he had wholeheartedly destroyed the world of. However, it had to be done at the time and now-Decity had been awoken to true dangers, it meant there were less risks of the past repeating itself. Sure-Zolister felt pity and a mountainous guilt, but never regret. If Zolister ever fell subject to regret, then what was all this pain for?

“You can choose the place and if possible I want to get this sorted by today.” Zolister returned the message, the communicator pinging not long after from Decity “right, we’ll meet at Vi’s therapy room, since he suggested the idea, he won’t mind, plus it’s one of the only private places on the server, in two hours good with you?”

Zolister affirmed the location and time, idly spending the remaining two hours thinking. Deeply thinking, replaying the memories of past battles. What expressions did they have at that time? Where was it that he had striked his sword? What colour did their blood spill? All questions were shrouded by the mask placed firmly on his face, obscuring his vision, mentally in the least.

Obnoxious, pestering chirps of the familiar blue jay broke Zolister’s spiral, he glared at the bird and it simply flew away, practically sensing the imminent danger when Zolister’s hand reached towards the hilt of his sword. Glancing at his communicator, Zolister realised the ignored 7 pings from Decity-whoops. Too lazy to read the past messages, he responded plainly “On my way.”

Zolister observed the surroundings in the short-lived journey to the therapy room, it certainly was eerie in the silence of the server. He pressed the stone button besides the conspicuous cobblestone in the wall, hearing the click of the signal and retraction of pistons, making entrance for the therapy room. Zolister couldn’t say he had particularly fond memories of therapy and Vi had appeared highly concerned even without Zolister telling him half of his story, more of a reason why secrets are meant to remain as such.

When Zolister rounded the corner of the tunnel, to the small expanse, a petite avian was sat waiting on a chair. Cold, unblinking blue eyes trailed Zolister’s every movement, judging with skepticism, as if Zolister would lunge for his neck at any time. Maybe Zolister should have been unnerved by the dagger-filled glare but at some point, those glares felt more comforting than anything else. It wasn’t much of a competition when against eyes filled with pity, that-he couldn’t stand.

“Tch, ‘bout time you showed up. Bet you were planning for world domination or some shit.” Decity rolled his eyes as to prove a point of his annoyance, although he held his wings close and frantically tapped his thigh with his finger-clear giveaways of fear and nervousness, maybe he hadn’t changed all that much Zolister considered.

Zolister huffed, a twitch in respondence from Decity, “Sorry Decity, just got caught up in some bits.” Zolister wandered over to the opposing side of the table, taking his own seat and a moment to identify the anemones that Vi must have hung in the baskets across the room. Decity recovered his composure “it’s whatever, now, what did you need to talk about?” Straight the the point Zolister supposed, it did make the task simpler, he cleared his throat before explaining “well, Vi suggested that we talk things out. From… before.” Decity’s eyes widened, this was most likely going to be more difficult than Zolister had imagined.

“Talk? You-want to talk? About before? Yeah-no, we moved on, what is there even to talk about, everyone’s fine, I’m fine!” Decity’s rant spiralled into self-reassurance. Zolister made no move to approach Decity, it would only further worsen the situation, so instead took to knocking the table for attention. Decity snapped his head towards Zolister, the avian’s face immediately conforming to one of embarrassment and shame, a weakness exposed to the one he considered an enemy.

Zolister reestablished the meeting’s purpose “I. I think this is why Vi wanted us to converse. I’m sure that you have a lot that you want to get off your chest as well as many-uh, questions for me too. You can leave at any time so-how’d you say it-stay? Just for a bit?” Zolister had found himself fiddling with the chain of his pocket watch, was he nervous, in front of Decity of all?

Decity snorted, a few quietened giggles escaping the avian’s mouth “please don’t tell me this is your attempt at being a therapist.” The suffocating air pressure lessened to an extent, Zolister quipping “oh, please no! I’ve been around Vi way too much recently.” The entirety of the interaction appeared forceful but at least there were no longer hairs standing on ends and for a moment, Zolister contemplated if this was actually plausible.

“Fine. I’ll talk, I’m here already anyway, aren’t I?” Decity’s voice wavered faintly, but it was clear to Zolister that he was going to at the least attempt talking, it was a start, Zolister could work with it.

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Zolister was quick to take domination of the meeting “let’s start with when I first hm-persuaded you to join in my plans.” Decity’s eyes narrowed, an accusatory tonality “persuaded? That’s what you want to call it? No-that was a threat Zolister, you knew how much Vengence meant to me, I’m just glad I was able to realise and own up to my mistakes, unlike you clearly haven’t.”

Zolister took back his prior statement, maybe this session was going to be a bit more difficult than anticipated. “I never did tell you truly why I did all that, did I? You all thought I was simply insane but-to tell you the truth-it was all for the sake of the server. I did what had to be done.” Zolister was firm in his decision, an unwavering claim. However, Decity’s face contorted into one of disgust “the sake of the server? Why is it you who decides that? And don’t even think about lying to me! I saw it in your face, your eyes, you enjoyed hurt-no-torturing me! My friends! You disgust me, Zolister.”

Zolister closed his eyes, dissecting every word of Decity’s and the expressions which followed. A resolute “Hm” was all Zolister gifted in return. The avian’s wings flared in an appalled anger, this demon which had taken everything from them, and all he had to say was a ‘hm’ in return?! Said demon reopened his eyes with a condescending gaze, as if he were staring at a child throwing a tantrum “calm Decity, I was only thinking. I won’t change my judgement but that isn’t what we are here to do, so. Your questions?”

Decity took a much needed, deep breath. It wasn’t worth it, he convinced himself, he shouldn’t waste his breath on that thing-demon. This was for Vi, and his friends of Netherfall, he was sure that the information would be much appreciated. Not before sending a final sharp glare to Zolister, at least for the time being, Decity obliged Zolister’s inquiry “fine. First-why me? Why did I seem like the perfect ‘partner’ of the time and why did you even need someone else? Isn’t that just another betrayal waiting to happen, a burden?”

Zolister answered swiftly, as if he had trained for an interview, knowing the questions to be. “Well, yes-I had chosen you before, before I even confronted you at your and N’s base and the answer is simple. I thought you would be the easiest to turn-oh and I had leverage. Originally it had only meant to be your base as leverage, but then by some fate, I had grabbed your sword in the flurry or the battle. It seems even destiny wasn’t on your side.” It was easy to read Decity’s conflicting emotions without the obstruction of Zolister’s mask.

Decity pulled a hand up to their brunet hair, grasping their bangs, perhaps it was a form of grounding or controlling anger? “Right, of course, I guess I was the one to betray them all in the End, literally and figuratively, didn’t realise I was that obvious of a coward.” Decity explicitly expressed their regret of their actions, which Zolister somewhat understood, stating “yes, you betrayed your friends Decity and that’s something that no one will ever forget. However, I admire your determination, you had to make a choice and even when faced directly against your friends, you stuck with your resolve. At the beginning, in the least.”

Decity huffed, staring disapprovingly at Zolister, “I really don’t want to be complimented by you-thank you very much. A-and that choice, my ‘determination’ was the worst decision I have ever made.” Outwardly, Zolister made no reaction, let alone a motion which simply sparked meaningless irritation for Decity. But, internally? Zolister felt a growing headache, one that reawakened whenever the past was brought to light, abnormal shocks resonating throughout his vibrant, violet right horn. It was bearable, it always was, it had to be, so without as much of even a wince, Zolister forged through the discomfort.

Maybe Zolister should have apologised, for the gesture, in the least. But he couldn’t do that-no. Zolister had his pride in that his decisions were absolute, doubt was a weakness, so then why did he almost want to doubt himself? Zolister cleared his throat once more, regaining the attention of his thoughts and Decity in the process “what else did you want to know?”

Decity had forfeited in changing Zolister’s mind, taking consideration in his question before his eyes slightly widened in a realisation “wait, Zolister. You ignored my question. Why did you need anyone else? You said why you chose me in particular, but for the betrayal bound to happen, why did you need anybody at all?” This might’ve been it, maybe Zolister had a longer term goal, something he needed others for and if he still felt some connection towards Decity, even a little, Decity could out it a-and then everyone on Netherfall would trust him again! It could all return to as it was before.

Yet, this time Zolister didn’t answer the question with haste as previously. Starry eyes fixated on a small hanging basket of red and white anemones “it increased the efficiency, you had mined obsidian for me, you also led me to Netherfall’s base, someone to back me up in a fight is also very beneficial.” The response appeared acceptable to Decity, however there was just-something, something that he couldn’t even really explain that just seemed. Off.

The avian’s eyes traced Zolister’s sceptically “but that wasn’t the only reason was it?” The question did no harm, yet why did Zolister-for even a flash, look like he had just been stabbed in the gut? Zolister turned his head from the anemones to lock with the brunet’s eyes, displaying his smile of pity, an arrogant and condescending common show of his. And even so, it wasn’t directed towards Decity this time, rather a pity or shame in himself.

“You’re right.” Zolister blatantly affirmed. Was Decity correct in Zolister having an ultimate goal besides being a psychopath, and he was willing to share the plan with Decity? This was the moment, Decity would run back to Netherfall with the information, then they would form a pl-“I was lonely.”

What? Decity’s eyes couldn’t grow wider if he tried-th-that was not what he was expecting. Like-at all. Lonely? Decity frantically searched Zolister’s face for any signs of a chance it was just a joke, he misheard? And despite the absurdity of it all, Zolister remained just as still as before, unshakable in the remark. However, Decity was not as skilled in the emotion-masking department, voice almost cracking as he spoke “you… were lonely?”

Zolister breathed out a quiet giggle “jeez, don’t make me say it twice, just crush me in embarrassment, why don’t you?” Decity fidgeted impatiently, not quite so sure what to do with himself “and you thought I could help? If that was the issue we all wouldn’t have fought in the first place.” The statement brought Zolister to slightly laugh once more “think about what you just said again Decity, there will be conflict regardless of my actions or feelings and let’s not exactly act like I did everything because I felt like a little kid that can’t make friends.”

A more confident laugh this time broke up the ravenette’s words as he continued on “and-you did help. Even for a little bit, realistically I knew it wouldn’t last long and it was nothing more than a forced partnership-but, I really did think that the server-the void. I thought that was the finale, my last chance to have semi-normal conversations. Then~ this server started! And now all my plans, actions, it was almost like it never happened. I achieved my goal, for only to have to start from scratch. Maybe fate isn’t on anyone’s side.”

Decity didn’t have the time to process all the newfound information, honing in on the key points and reciting the words in his mind to write notes later, standing from his chair with a higher guard. “Fate doesn’t pick sides Zolister, you pave it.” Zolister’s smile turned full as the few simple words continuously repeated in the avian’s mind ‘have to start from scratch’. Was Zolis-this wasn’t good, no one wanted a repeat of the last server, not even Zolister which only fuelled more confusion to the fire.

In spite of all of Decity’s instincts screaming at him to escape-to run, he held his wings highly “I have another question, the other that you refused the answer.” Zolister cocked his head to the side, making his demonic horn more apparent, meaning to acknowledge Decity curiously, but just making himself increasingly terrifying from Decity’s standpoint.

Stuttering, Decity asked the question he had been holding onto, most curious yet horrified of, the one that Zolister had avoided from the beginning but with the vulnerability being shown now, there was a chance. “d-did you enjoy it? You may claim you have a grand cause, for the good and all, but I need to know. Did you enjoy seeing us all in anguish? Slicing through the flesh? Those weren’t the eyes nor laughter of someone with a righteous cause, Zolister.”

Decity had done it, the avian at long last inquired about their biggest question, they just had to know, for the truth. So. They waited. And they waited and waited some more. Yet, Zolister never responded, as if disassociated from reality and in the moments it took Decity to squeak “um, Zol-“ Zolister snapped to life, uncanny to a machine rebooting.

The ravenette sweeped his hair from his eyes “my apologies Decity, I was just. Thinking.” Zolister rose from his seat, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. A million thoughts ran through Decity’s head yet not even one of them were enough to take action fast enough, Zolister strode towards Decity and like the coward he was, he allowed himself to be backed into the corner of the therapy room, no escape. Had he changed at all from all that time ago?

Zolister’s laugh was maniacal as he withdrew a familiar mask from his inventory, gold trails against a purple background, placing it against his face. And just like that, his pain vanished, there was no aching in his heart, no regret nor doubts and Decity who was once before him, was replaced with a ghostly, spiritual-looking figure.

So, as Zolister unsheathed his sword, glistening enchantments casting a glow in the dimmer corner of the therapy room, Decity relived his past experiences, cowering and wishing the event over. A meeting-a talk with Zolister, what was he thinking? He was stupid, nothing had changed and in the end, he was powerless . A pathetic chirping bird against a demon, what chance of hope did he even have?

Zolister’s voice was optimistic, bubbly even “it seems I shared too much with you Decity. How rare of me to show weakness! And unfortunately, for you anyways, I’m going to have to hope you forget what you heard, for the good of the server.” The avian’s body was rapidly shivering, nodding his head wildly “y-yeah! I’ll forget about everything. I-I promise, I’ll offer you all my armour if I have to.”

Although, the demon only sighed at the proposal “I’m afraid that just isn’t good enough, Decity. Now. Did you know, the mind is a very-very clever force of nature? The brain will do anything to protect the individual from harm, and what’s a pain worse than death? Let’s just hope that after this, for both my and your sake’s, you won’t remember any of this when you awake. At least the details, we can agree on that-correct?”

The avian had tears streaming down their cheeks, despite having all felt death before, countless times even, it was not something you could ever easily grow accustomed towards. And there was something-something about this server, death was strange here. Life force could not be extracted, rather it dissipated upon their last breath, he would have to experiment with this concept. Oh-yes, let’s not forget the weeping bird in front of him “I’ll make it as painless as possible, I’ll grant you that honour at least.”

With their condolences made, Zolister raised their sword and with a well practiced and all too familiar feel, cut clean the neck off the now lifeless avian.

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After only a few moments from the avian’s death, Zolister removed the mask from his face, tucking it back into their inventory. While Zolister relied on the mask to cover and prevent the influence of their emotions, after the killings and being able to witness the lifeless corpse in front of him, he felt that the least he could do is mourn and safely send the dead off, regardless of a respawn.

Scouting the room, Zolister eyed another basket, containing purple anemones, plucking one out and resting it upon Decity’s body. Zolister couldn’t help but think Decity looked peaceful in death, as he exited the room, pushing the button to the engineered door and being embraced by the contrastingly cheerful weather.

Once outside, staring directly to the sky which one would not advise but then he’d doubt one would advise murder either, or maybe they would, Trashy would certainly have something to say on the matter.

Maybe it was Zolister’s disassociated state but it took him some time to notice that his feet were moving on their own, a surprisingly proud stride, as if the events of mere minutes ago were nonexistent, as if he had no regret- and he didn’t, Zolister didn’t regret.

The world had seemingly gone quiet, the chirps were no more and no players could be heard in the moment. Where was everyone? Confronting- was it Quakitus? That’s sounds right, ah yes, Quakitus, Zolister would have to talk to them too soon.

“Zoli?” The voice appeared distanced, very far and hushed, causing Zolister to consider if he had even heard it in the first place. “You alright mate?” Zolister blinked and similarly to an invisibility potion wearing off, the figures of kantje and Effy appeared exactly where he was once looking. Had Zolister simply been lost in his own thoughts or was it an aftereffect of the mask?

“Zoli?” the figure repeated itself, sounding more concerned than the first time with maybe even a hint of fright if Zolister dug deep enough. So it was kantje who enquired about him. Mustering up enough neutrality in both his voice and expression Zolister responded “Ah, was lost in my thoughts and I’m fine, what are you two doing here?” Maybe that appeared too stern or forced, kantje would be fine but Zolister would prefer not to anger Effy, although if it came to it he was confident he would win in a fight.

“Alright mate. We were uh- just discussing Q, she just opened the ‘bakery’, remember?” kantje continued to sound just as concerned while Effy simply stared, making no sign for movement, almost appearing judging. But how could Zolister forget about Quakitus’s opening day, of course he knew everyone was confronting them and that their shop was right under his house, if only he thought it through a bit more, but wouldn’t it be weirder if Zolister didn’t make an appearance at the event? No- everyone would understand, he was simply busy, it would also provide a good excuse to meet Quakitus later.

kantje took a hesitant step forward, being partially blocked by Effy, the raccoon’s fear becoming more prominent than the concern “are you sure you’re good Zoli?” Right, Zolister hadn’t responded, had he? So instead the human smiled widely, making sure it didn’t appear forced this time, just enough to reassure the persistent raccoon. “Yeah I’m fine kantje! Why are you so worked up anyways?” That was good- more normal.

Subsequently, Effy stepped forwards, entirely shielding kantje as if Zolister would pounce on them. The puppet’s strings orchestrated Effy’s movements, and if sign language could have a tonality then this one was serious, a clear warning ‘Your sword. That’s no animal blood, leave. Now. ‘

Sword? Since when did Zolister have his sword out? The ravenette glared at the chilled, glistening netherite in his hands, his own knuckles a worrisome white, had he been gripping it this whole time? The sword dripped off crimson blood while glowing a dulled orange, the fire aspect still attempting to take effect, it was no wonder kantje was terrified of him.

Wooden limbs clashed against each other, garnering Zolister’s attention from his sword ‘leave.’ A simple reminder that he wasn’t wanted “I’m going.” There was no point in fighting here, kantje and Effy did nothing wrong and their fear was validated so with that, Zolister sheathed his sword, returning to his house atop the hill.

From the peak of the hill Zolister could see kantje and Effy below, walking back to the group with undoubtably a new point of discussion, the not so subtle glances when the information was spread amongst the group, Zolister was sure that Effy had warned them all by now. The raventte could see the remains of Netherfall watching on from a distance and almost thought he caught sight of a white devilish mask, red markings trailing along the right side, though it was gone once he double took.

Zolister could feel his humane, figurative mask cracking, the events of the day slowly crushing him from the inside and seconds before reaching his spruce door handle, his attention was taken from the corner of his eye.

Sprawled out in front of his house by the chest lying against his wall was the small once pestering blue jay, an arrow struck perfectly in the tiny body of the avian. He supposed it was used for target practice, maybe it was Mugm, maybe Winsweep, it didn’t make its death any more significant, what a lonesome life. With that, Zolister entered his house, shutting himself away in his ‘secret base’ and away from others, everything is fine- will be fine.