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Two teams were fighting. Two teams danced, dodging swords, axes, lava and arrows.
Team Blue and Green were busy trying to murder eachother, since kills were worth 50% of the total points. Quite a few players were already dead and trying to find a way to get their things back, it was only a matter of time until the number of people alive would be cut in half.
After 15 or so minutes that felt like hours there were only 4 people left. Etoiles and Badboyhalo were fighting between themselves, meanwhile Fit was drinking a water bottle, he was getting quite thirtsy after slaughtering his friends (if he could call them that at this point).
Wait.. why were they fighting again?
...
Right, both teams wanted to do the contracts, but Etoiles was camping in spawn. That makes sense.
Fit looked around and asked Etoiles if he needed help, to which the life-size cucumber replied with:
"It's okay, I think someone ran off."
Fit missed the bittersweet feeling of taking somebody's life, even though they could respawn. The American's bloodthirst was still there and it bothered him more than the voices in his head that he had named "Huevitos". Might as well let himself indulge for just a bit more.
The sand had almost washed away the footprints of the absent islander, but Fit had more than enough experience to tell where they led. The dark oak forest. He had been there five, maybe ten times in the span of a few days, so the man probably knew that specific forest better than anyone else.
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Pac was fucking terrified, he had gone through hell before and yet a stupid fight scared him. Seeing his team members, especially Tubbo go down set something off and his brain was screaming run, meanwhile the voices in his head told him to fight. He ran. He ran probably as fast as when he escaped from that damned prison.
After sprinting for what felt like an eternity, he stopped near a dark oak tree. It had marks from an axe most likely, *it's a fucking tree of course it would be damaged on it*.
The Brazilian's heart couldn't stop beating.
"Porra.. Por que agora?"
Pac whispered to himself. It took him a few moments to calm down, but he took his time, he thought nobody would find him, nobody would care enough to notice that he's gone.
Pac sat down, letting the same tree support his weight as he stared at the leaf covered sky.
"O sol está se pondo..." The man mumbled, maybe he's speaking to the voices that he liked to call "Ratinhos" or maybe he's just talking to himself, even he himself didn't know.
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Fit saw something move. *It's most likely a mob..* As he approached the noise he saw someone familiar, more than familiar if we're being honest. He swapped from his axe to an empty slot in his hotbar.
"Pac?"
In an instant the taller man's eyes made eye contact with the other.
"F- Fit!" Pac yelped, in relief, though it didn't last long because in this circumstance they were enemies, they were supposed to want eachother dead, but they didn't.
"Are you okay? It looked like you were out of breath." The American stepped closer, his hands still empty. How trusting of him.
"I- I'm fine! Yeah, perfectly fine!" Pac stood up as quickly he could. He was still on edge from what happened.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promised." He tried reassuring Pac, lifting his hands into the air.
"Yeah, I know it's just.. weird. Seeing you after everything, after i saw you.. murder my friend. It's- Meu Deus! Estou com muito medo." Why was he shaking so much? **It's nothing serious. Stop acting like a damn ch-**
"It's okay, Pac, just breathe with me, okay?" It's like he could read Pac like a book, of course Fit knowing a bit of Portugese made his "mind-reading" more effective. It was comforting, yet concerning at the same time. **Can everyone read me that easily?**
It took Pac quite a bit of time to fully calm down, but he managed to do it. Fit mumbling praises helped him quite a lot.
"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to." Fit was always so accepting and patient. Speaking of patient, he would always let Pac initiate physical contact, which the onyx haired man appreciated.
"They'll kill me, I know it." Fit couldn't argue with that and they both knew it. "I don't want to die, I hate the pain, I hate just waking up, knowing that happened."
Most people don't want to die. Death is a terrifying, yet pure thing and Fit has seen enough of it. A few things Death cannot erase is the pain that you feel and the scars that stain the bodies of many.
"I can't stop them from killing you, but I can ask them to make it as painless as possible." Fit tried his best to somehow lull Pac's thoughts."
There was a slightly uncomfortable silence between them before Pac spoke up.
"Why don't you kill me?" Those words fell out his mind absentmindedly, maybe it was a thought that was meant to stay in his mind.
"What?" The taller male was caught off guard, anybody would be. It's not everyday that you hear your c- roommate ask you to kill him.
"I'd rather die by you than them." He grabbed Fit's hands and the other squeezed in reply.
Fit's face was covered by a light blush, Pac had never just done that, though that was just one of many things that swarmed his mind.
"Are you sure?" Fit asked nervously and it wasn't even his first time doing something like this. *What? You don't think people wanted a way out of 2b2t?*
"Yes, but uhm before you.. kill me? That sounds weird.. Can I- Fi- Hhhhhh, how do I say this? Just-"
Without any warning Pac quickly leaned towards Fit and kissed him. Fit grabbed Pac by the waist to make sure that he didn't fall, meanwhile Pac's hands rested on the taller man's chest. That didn't last as long as they wanted it to. A buzz from Fit's communicator seperated their moment of clarity.
"Pac I-" The American was surprised, *but that doesn't mean that it's negative ;)*
"I'm guessing they're looking for you.. I'm ready when you are." Pac stepped backwards, air filling the space where the shorter man was.
"Yeah they are... I wish we had more time." Fit sighed and put his communicator away. He reluctantly swapped to his diamond axe and glanced at it, the scratched mineral barely reflected anything.
"I'm sure we'll meet again." Pac nodded and made eye contact with Fit. His heart was screaming to say something else, to not leave it at that and he let his heart speak for once. "Te amo, Fit."
"I love you too, Pac."
*Pactw was slain by Fit*