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It's over, spawn greats them as they return to the island. Children by their side once more - battered, bruised but importantly all alive. A miracle they hadn't dared dream of in those early hellish days. When family turned on them. When promises of aid became kill on sight and spawn camping. No one truly knew then as families separated, friends returning to bases, what had been whispered in that cave. The bond formed between the red team was unbreakable and the island was about to understand the true meaning of broken trust never heals.
It made sense Tubbo justified in his mind, that Phil would want to spend the night alone with Chayanne and Tallulah. He could spend time with them tomorrow, after all, he needed to get his factories running to show Richas and Ramon. Of course Foolish wanted to tend to Leo alone; though Bad was ignoring the way Carre seemed to be heading to the dragon. Etoiles inviting him and Dapper to join the French even as Baghera puts herself between everyone and Pomme. Fit said bye to everyone as he and Ramon returned to their house, watching Charlie and Jaiden warp away with the Brazilian and Roier close behind. He'd see everyone tomorrow and they could return to dealing with the federation.
Little did they all know that the island would never be the same, for that night the eggs were informed of what happened in purgatory. Of the betrayals and murders that had occurred. As waystones broke across bases, entrances secured with new passcodes, allow lists changed with permissions revoked and added. The true extent of broken trust was quietly exposed.
And so a new day dawns, bright and sunny as usual, a reflection of most of the islanders' mood. But with it the first signs that something was up. Fit attempted to warp to Phil and Missa only to find no waystone exists and the elevator broken. Ok, he thinks it odd but it might have happened when we were away. I'll check on Phil later and get the new one he'll place. Tubbo messaging Phil and Pac for a playdate with the kids only to find Cellbit and Jaiden joining them and Phil never letting go of his waystone.
The signs increase in the coming hours and days each a marker of how little the bolas trust anyone that isn't themselves. It's in the way that they are never alone and don't let their eggs be alone with others. It's the shock Fit gets trying to check on Phil only to realise he no longer can enter the bunker. It's in how when Etoiles tracks down Phil to talk and maybe have a stick fight Phil has his shield raised in one hand and warpstone ready to activate in the other. Never once letting Etoiles leave his line of sight even when Foolish appears by his side armour on full display. It's Bad going to check on the NINHO rooms and realising he can only access Dappers. The once mighty egg babysitter and most trusted protector locked out of the safe havens.
Then Phil disappears, an entire day of silence, no one knowing where he went except exploring. Exploring for what they wonder, a dungeon or two maybe, how they will cry when the true reason is discovered. For Phil is not hunting for dungeons or a particular biome. No. He is hunting for that most precious of gifts.
A safe spot to call home.
A new nest built far away, a safe spot to relax without fear. The new home for 5 kids and 8 adults. A place that no one knew. Find it he did and slowly over the weeks, more and more items migrated from old bases to the new home. Photos, items, entire rooms relocated from 2 different castles. Armour and weapons stashed away and a kitchen fully stocked with food to last year's if needed. Every room a different design, yet a perfect blend of all the people for whom it was to be a sanctuary.
One night as the moon was high in the sky they moved. Taking the last of their belongings 13 beings warped to their new home. The islanders had grown suspicious of the changes in their behaviour of course but they had never truly been confronted over it as they were that morning. The hurt spilling out of them towards those once considered family, as they silently agreed it was finally time to move.
And so a new day dawns, bright and sunny as usual, but this time greeted by a more sombre batch of islanders. Soon the peace is shattered by calls and messages racing from resident to resident. For having all night to think Fit and Etoiles had met on top of the wall only to discover an empty bunker. Completely devoid of life and personalisation, all doors gone. As they were soon to discover the bunker was not the only home left this way. Base after base was checked and empty shells feeling like lifeless husks were all that was discovered. A group message went out "COME TO SPAWN IT’S URGENT" and so all rushed to see what was discovered. A single message repeated in every language “WE CALLED YOU FAMILY AND YOU KILLED US”. That was when they truly knew Purgatory was never just a game and the consequences of their actions had come to bear.
As for the Bolas Rojas family, well they had enjoyed their first good sleep in months. The knowledge that they were surrounded by trusted company and couldn't be located, allowing for a nightmare-free night. A slow day of cooking, games and practicing each other's languages gave way to an evening of karaoke and roasting marshmallows over a bonfire.
And so as the night drew in the residents of Quesadilla island could only lay in silence, contemplating their actions and listening to that haunting melody carried on the breeze. The songs of joy and family wafting back to those who by their own hand are no longer welcome to join the fun.