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“Doc, dear.” Mother spore hummed, walking to their bodyguard, gliding against the mycelium coated dirt. “Yes, ma’am?” Doc looked down at them. “Would you call our sporelings here?” This was a rare occurrence.
Despite the resistance being in place for a while, meetings were rarely held on such short notice. Mother spote always dolled themselves up before hand, always going all out with a motherly, unthreatening dress.
but, they still wore a black turtleneck, draped with armor made of various poisonous mushroom caps, their waist to their ankles covered in a skirt of mycelium, concealing their weapon. They didnt even put their mask on, their black, literally sunken eyes shone in the dim light, and their blacked out smile that shouldn’t be there has never been seen by anyone but doc, and even he was spooked by mother spore.
“Yes ma’am.” He sighed. This wasn’t even his job, yet he was compelled to do it. Maybe it’s the spores, or maybe it’s admiration.
“Oh- mind leaving jevin out of this one? I remember him telling me he’d be busy for a while.” Mother spore sits on a puffball mushroom stool they had grown. Doc nodded and expanded his mechanical wings, setting out to retrieve the other members.
It didn’t take long for anyone to get to the HQ, as the all pooled into the dark, damp, mycelium ridden mushroom cluster, they where rightfully surprised to see mother spore in such an outfit, illuminated by a glow of purple where their wings should have been.
“Good morning my sporelings,” mother spore-likely-smiled as they got up, walking to them.
“Our… dear .. mayor has requested we go out for tea, he mentioned to bring you lot, all by name too.” Mother spore looked to their team. “I dont trust this..” stress peeped. “Dont worry dear, if HEP trys anything, the mycelium and I will deal with them.” Their gaze darkens. “And, of course we have doc. Stress, XB, impulse, i want you three to sit close to him. Etho and ren will sit behind me.” As mother spore walked, mycelium traced their shoes, spreading across any dirt that was left.
A parasol seemed to materialize in mother spires hands as they walked onto the main island, which was light, while their HQ island was shrouded in constant darkness. Scar sat alone in a gazebo, that shaded most light. Mother spore and co. Approached it, doc inspecting the area around it. Before mother spore sat, they checked for redstone and trap doors, and the gazebo was thankfully void of them.
“Mayor scar.” Mother spore sat, doc sat close by, keeping an eye on the sporelings. “Mother spore.” Scar poured them a cup of tea with unease. “Lovely meeting you all here…” scar looked through the resistance members. “I see jevin isnt here with us? Why so?” Scar picked up his cup, taking a small sip, swallowing back the bile in his throat.
“The reason as to why my sporeling isnt here is none of your concern.” Mother spore inspected his tea, the mycelium slowly crept under the table. “Right. Your right. My bad.” Scar took a deep breath in, avoiding docs gaze. “You are looking lovely, mother spore.” He complimented, catching their attention. “Why thank you! Arent you just a tosser…” mother spore hummed, sneaking mycelium into the tea. “Thank you..? I uh, believe we should begin talking about this little conflict of ours.” Scar pushed his tea to the side as he set his hands on the table. Mother spore nodded in agreement.
“Stress, dear, come here for a moment, tell me if you like this tea.” Stress smiled and hopped off of doc, climbing mother spores leg onto their knee, where she took a sip of the tea, watching as scar smile nervously, tapping the table in an odd rhythm.
Stress shook her head and spat the tea out. “Doc, please take our sporelings home, im sure scar would much rather talk to me and stress alone.” Mother spore turned in their seat, wrapping an arm around stress, pulling her to their chest. Doc raised an eye brow, but nodded compliantly, gathering the other sporelings to bring them to the HQ.
“Mayor scar.” Mother spores gaze darkened. “Grian.” Scar crossed his arms. “Call off those pesky HEP members.” They hissed. Stress squirmed in their hold. “I don’t know what you mean!” Scar smiled innocently, unknowing to the mycelium creeping closer. “Call them off or there will be consequences.” Mother spore placed their hand on the table, the mushrooms that grew from their hyponychiums making small thuds as they made contact with the table.
Scar glared at grian as he tapped the table a few times. “What did you put into the tea.” Mother spores hold on stress loosened. “It’s hibiscus tea.” Scar looked at stress, who smiled at him. “Mother, there was vinegar in the tea, it didnt taste good.” Stress frowned. Mother spore slowly looked back up at scar. “Well. Since you tried to kill me, i think its only fair i spread my spores.” Mother spore sighed as They let go of stress.
Scar stood from his seat, just as the mycelium began to crawl up his boots. “Go ahead stress. I think you’re ready.” Mother spore looked at her warmly, and she grinned sharply, hopping onto the table and stepping closer to scar.
Stress smiled up at scar and made grabby hands. Scar couldn’t resist her, so he picked the sporeling up. Stress looked at him and took a chunk out of his hands, covering the wound with a thick layer of mycelium that spread through scar as he began taking damage. Scar dropped stress onto the mycelium covered chair. As scar tried to tear away the mycelium, mother spore stood up and slowly unsheathed his sword. Stress lunged at scar again, going for his very open side. As scar panicked, trying to get stress off, mother spore tilted scars head up. “You tried to take my sporelings mother away. You tried to kill them. And for that, you deserve death, even if you respawn, you head will forever be mounted on a mushroom, as a reminder to anyone who even thinks of hurting my children,” mother spore twisted the sword, resting scars head on the dull side. “They will regret it.” Mother spore snarled and swiped scars throat open, mycelium covered it in a thin layer, and mother spore watched as mycelium creeped its way through scars flesh.
[goodtimewithscar] couldnt handle the spores!
<Docm77> do i want to ask?
<Xisumavoid> it was kinda deserved on scars part.
<MumboJumbo> see why i left?
<Grian> stress did a very good job.
<Bdouble0100> WHAT??
<Stressmonster101> :3