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The Moon is big. Very big. Colossal even. Maybe not. I can't tell anymore. When was the last time I slept? The flowers are worried about me. I'm fine though, the phantoms stop hurting after a while. Their laughter doesn't. Were there phantoms? I dunno. I can feel sleep calling me. Whispering in my ear and dragging me down. The Moon pulls me back up. There are days when I'm tempted. I wonder what would happen if I dozed off one day. What if I close my eyes for just a split second...
And wake up to the world collapsing.
The earth rumbles, ruptures. Someone is here.
(Grian-) What are they saying?
(Grian, you have to-) I think there's something I should be doing.
(You need to-) But I feel so nice. It's like floating in space. There's no one, no sound, no worries. Just the Moon and- Wait, the Moon?
"Grian, we have to evacuate! Wake up!"
I shoot up. The fog in my mind rising with me. What the heck was I doing?
"Thank goodness! We need to go, the Moon is gonna hit the server!"
"Huh?" Pearl stares at me with a worried look.
"Did you hit your head or something? The Moon. Is gonna. Hit the SERVER. You need to pack your stuff, we're leaving. Now. Scar is putting something together."
How could I forget?! How could I fall asleep?! I was supposed to be watching it! Is everyone else ok? Will they be ok? Will we be ok? Is this my-
"Grian, I know this is a lot, but we need to move. Meet at the boatem hole in 5, ok?"
"Wait! What about everyone else? Are they gonna-"
"Relax, they'll be fine. They've all got their own plans."
Will they though? I guess there isn't time to worry anymore.
"Ok, see you then."
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I stare into my sachel. Stuffed hastily inside is a couple items, mostly sentimental stuff. Some letters from Mumbo, the Tegg, my conductor's hat, a small lantern and a couple end crystals (Hey, it's good to be prepared... for pranks). My eyes linger on the lantern for a moment as I trace the outline of the gentle flame resting inside. I stuff some carrots in my bag and button it shut.
I step out of my very sad looking starter base and take one last look at my beautiful home. Our giga base was truly amazing. It'll be gone, forever. I glide over to the rest of the Boatem crew before I can shed a tear.
"Hey, where's Scar? Didn't you say he was putting something together?" I ask, noticing his absence.
"Well he's-" Impulse starts before getting interrupted.
"I'm here! I'm here!"
Speak of the devil and he shall appear I guess. Floating down like Mary Poppins, in the flesh, Scar Goodtimes everyone.
"Whew, I made it!" He sighs, landing surpisingly gracefully.
"Scar, what were you making?" Mumbo questions.
Scar grins and unfolds one of the things he was carrying. "Feast your eyes on this my good sirs!"
Is that... a crash dummy suit?
"Scar, what is that?" I ask.
"Why, it's an official first class Swaggon space suit, equipped with the finest of crystals!"
"It looks like a crash dummy to me," Pearl comments.
Haha, nice. Great minds think alike.... DID HE SERIOUSLY ADD THAT STUPID GLASS TO OUR SUITS?! Why do we even need them anyways?
"Wh-... no! They're of the highest quality and craftsmanship!" He proclaims.
"What's our escape plan anyways" Mumbo asks nervously.
I'm just now noticing, Mumbo looks a lot better. The massive eyebags (big enough to fit our oversized asteroid in) he was rocking are now gone and his suit is ironed and no longer stained. Maybe we should promote him back to CEO...
"Well, we were gonna use this here rocket to escape, but I poured all our budget into those visors and didn't have enough left for boosters, so instead, we're diving into the Boatem hole," Scar happily declares.
How do you screw up such a major part?! It's not rocket science! Oh wait-
"But we'll die in the Void!" Mumbo exclaims.
"Well that's what the suits are for! Each visor is made with a different kind of crystal. Pearl's has night vision, Grian's has regeneration, Impulse's has fire resistance, mine has water breathing and your's has luck. The suits are all also enchanted with protection, so as long as we stick together, we should be fine!" Scar explains.
"Have you... tested this?" Impulse wearily asks.
"...........yes."
We're so screwed.