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‘From here, it should only go smoothly’ Blue thought as the Striders glided across the lava, carrying Piglins and Hoglins on their backs in an attempt to get away from the enemies; Only motivated by a single piece of warped fungus that the Chief Piglin held out in front of them, forming a line.
Walking towards the crowd of Piglins more in the front, he heard something from behind. The squealing of what sounded like a small pig.
Whipping around to see what was going on, the enemy team had managed to pull the baby Piglin of the group off the back Strider and close to the lava. And almost as soon as everyone else had started to panic, he made a quick decision.
Running as fast as he possibly could, he leaped forward and grabbed the baby Piglin, using the zombie Piglins below as ground to avoid touching the lava… but it wouldn't last. The Chief Piglin must've not heard the conundrum, because the line was still moving without them.
Looking down, he started to panic as the zombie Piglins beneath him started to sink, not taking damage due to being somehow fire resistant. He tried getting higher as best as he could to avoid his and the little Piglins demise, but it wasn't making much of a difference.
Suddenly though, one of the zombie Piglins had gripped onto one of his legs and plunged it in the lava, making him violently flinch and writhe, but he had to hold on. He couldn't let the little one die.
Soon, seconds started to become a blur. The zombie Piglins slowly dragged him more and more into the scorching lava as he continued to hold on, the little Piglin now above his head as He was desperate to keep the kid alive and unharmed.
If he could scream, he would. But the lack of vocal cords made it impossible to do so, so all he could do was violently flinch, writhe, and spasm while still keeping his grip.
Though, just as he was about to be fully submerged, the Piglin in his hands got lifted out of his reach and he himself got pulled out of the lava swiftly. Harshly landing on the heads of Striders as they still moved forward.
Normally, He would get up immediately and continue fighting or doing whatever he was doing, but this time, it was impossible. He couldn't feel his legs, his chest. All he could feel was a scorching pain from the chest down.
Writhing, squirming, flinching, shaking… this went on for a while. And once the Piglins had realized that Blue had not gotten up yet, they started to get worried. Here, they had no equipment or resources to aid Blue or patch up his wounds, and the only food source they carried were warped fungus, which didn't heal wounds like other foods.
Actually, he was lucky to even be alive. For how long he had been in that lava with zero armor but a helmet (which fell off), he should've been dead. But in reality, it barely took any hearts at all.
Sooner or later, time was a blur at this point, he blacked out. Still laying against the rough surface of the Striders as they headed towards land.
Next thing he knew, he woke up back at Alan's PC; out of the nether and laid down on the couch that all the stickmen liked to share and chill out on.
He felt dizzy, disoriented even. Had the Piglins brought him here or did his friends manage to find him in the nether severely injured? Did they get those nether warts for him?
He shook his head. Not the right time to be thinking about that, even if that was the goal of that whole trip… and the fact he had an addiction with it.
We're any of his friends around? He couldn't see anything, he was facing the cushions. He groaned, the position uncomfortable for his arms as he didn't have a pillow under his head, but he wasn't sure if he could move by himself. He might end up fueling the pain again.
‘I could really use those vocal cords right now.’ He thought, but in defeat with no other option, he tried to turn his head to look what was behind him. And to no surprise, it was just the RGB screen that let them all see out into Alan's room.
Frustrated, he tried to twist his “neck” in whatever way he can, to see if he can spot his friend afar fucking around with stuff or having fun. But one wrong turn ruined everything.
His back arched as intense pain shot throughout his body, sending him back into a violently flinching fit. He tried desperately to stop it, but each flinch sparked another feeling of intense pain, and the cycle continued.
This went on for a few minutes, and he wondered why he decided to be a fucking idiot, but in his moment of beating himself up in his head, Yellow had ran over to aid him.
Yellow made the motion with their hands that signaled “calm down”, but Blue found it extremely hard to do so. Yellow noticed this and started to gently push down on Blues shoulders, one of the places were he wasn't burnt to a fucking crisp just to try and make things easier. The more movement, the more pain.
It took awhile, but Yellow had managed to get Blue to stop moving around; but that didn't mean Blue wasn't in pain. Yellow raised his hand in a motion that meant “wait here” or “give me a second” and ran off where Blue can't see.
It slightly bugged him. He didn't really want to be alone right now, but he had to remind himself that wherever he went and whatever he was doing, it was going to help him. So in an attempt to calm his nerves, he closed his eyes and tried to take a short nap that depended on how long Yellow would be gone for…
Which wasn't very long. After A few minutes after Blue had closed his eyes, Yellow had came back, tapping on Blue's forehead gently to let them know.
Blue looked at Yellow, confused at first, until he saw the potion in their hand. He lifted his hand and hovered it over the potion, and it read “pain killer”... how he managed to make a pain killer? He had no idea. A lot of the things they made weren't supposed to be possible, but all of them didn't know that.
Blue took the bottle and pulled the cork out of the hole and drank the whole thing. If he could overdose from a potion? He didn't know. But he didn't really care. All he wanted was this agonizing pain to wash away and to feel better again.
Yellow sat on the armrest of the couch above Blue’s head and watched the other just lay there, obviously bored. Yellow put their hand on Blue's head and rubbed in a soothing motion, as a way to reassure him that it'll be over soon.