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Wemmbu was on a mission..
To do what exactly? Eradicate every single player off the server—even himself. He wanted to, basically, end the server. Why would he do that?…Legacy. He wanted to be remembered for something. Everyone on the server basically hated him, so it was only one more reason. Wemmbu looked at the list he wrote. In messy doctor’s handwriting it read:
FlameFrags
There was something beside his name, but it had been scratched over atleast a thousand times, so you couldn’t read it. Wemmbu sighed, putting the paper back in his inventory. He’d been prepared for this, as he’d built about ten death machines in advance—And he’d known Flame wasn’t gonna be that easy to kill, as he was on twenty hearts.
Wemmbu started looking around for Flamefrags. Once Wemmbu saw him, he ducked behind a tree and reached for an invisibility potion in his inventory. Wemmbu grabbed it and twisted off the cork, holding the glass bottle up to his mouth and drinking out of it. It took a moment for the potion to take effect after Wemmbu drank it. Once it did, he took off his armor and started following Flame. It seemed like Flamefrags was about to head back to his base, to get an item. Perfect…This is what Wemmbu needed. Now he could just fight him once and come back to his base to spawn kill him.
Flamefrags started walking, seemingly unaware of the player following him. Flame got to his base, and looked around for a bit. Flame headed over to the shulker boxes, shuffling through some items and putting others in his inventory. Flame walked over to an area, tidying up a bit. Flamefrags didn’t like messes very much…Wemmbu had noticed that. Flame sat down, staring at the walls while chewing on his hoodie string. Flame stood up, walking over to an old photo. It was of Flame, Wemmbu and Manepear. Flame looked at it, before grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting Wemmbu out. Flame grabbed the cut-off piece and tore it up, throwing it in the trash. He set the photo back down on the desk. Flamefrags grabbed some more things, and then left.
Wemmbu stood there for a moment, before quickly pulling out his communicator to look at the coordinates. Wemmbu looked around for a piece of paper, before quickly going through the closest stack of papers. Some of the papers had just dumb stuff on it, and others had important things written on it. Wemmbu was shuffling through the papers, then stopped abruptly upon catching sight of something. A location. Presumably, somewhere he was going. The time was listed also…Tommorow. In medium-sized childish handwriting, it read:
THURSDAY, AT 8:00PM ISH GO TO ZAMS BASE TO TRY AND MAKE EVERYTHING UP WITH HIM!!!
On the lower half of the page, it said:
nothing that bad could happen….
Wemmbu was lucky today.
Wemmbu continued to look for paper, until he found a semi-blank one, with dumb doodles in the corners. Wemmbu grabbed a pen and wrote the coordinates and the other information down. Wemmbu set the pen back down, putting the other papers back in the stack. He folded the paper he wrote in and stuffed it in his inventory. Wemmbu stopped for a minute, looking at the photo Flame set down on the desk. He picked it up. The photo was when they’d recently met and Manepear had insisted on taking a photo…Wemmbu slammed the photo back down on the counter and walked out.