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Here's the thing, you might think that no one celebrates the holidays on this sever…well you would so fucking wrong. That was the one thing everyone went full out on. No matter where, you would be welcomed to share and stand in the warmth. Each holiday was a time when everyone was like..family. A time when no blood was shed.

It was also a time on an autumn afternoon, between the harvest and the next adventure for a group of players to open to all that sweet pumpkin patch. The one that always smelled of caramelated sugar and cinnamon.

The same spot where the many walked along the rows to look at the different colored vegetables. Often to live in the small moment. A ripple of calm in that shaking bottle.

It was a time like this that even made the most feared players pause to breathe in the fresh air. The smell of the fallen leaves or even the breeze as they sipped apple cider.

Of that glorious liquid that was only found in the season changing. Made from the freshest apples and served just right in that pumpkin patch. The same cider that held even Clown’s respect.

When it came to Halloween and Thanksgiving it was a wild time to be on the server. From Spoke going around to scaring the new players. To when Squiddo and 4c opened the best pie contest. The same one were Ash always won with his show stopper Apple Honey pie. The one that made stomachs growl.

All the events lead up to the amazing feast held at lifesteals spawn. It was known from sever to sever as the greatest place to be in fall. Every player would bring a dish and sit at a table. All together like that psychotic family they were.

Dishes such as the pie, to the cider and back to the seed filled short bread Parrot made for the avians. There was enough food for everyone to eat no matter what species they were.

There was one dish everyone craved, the Turkey. The same one that held an orange cinnamon glaze, over that salty brine. To the juicy tender meat inside. That you could pull apart with just a fort and teeth. The bird was steam roasted for sixteen hours letting all the dimensional stuffing soak deep within. It had chilly pepper from the nether mixed with overworld stuffing, and sprinkled with end salts. It was to die for.

Between the preparations for the fall festival, a bubbling of worry buzzed through the air. No one had seen Wemmbu, yes in the lore he was said to die, but if Clown didn't kill him, and if Spoke didnt….then what did..

There was a rumor going around like a wild fire. That he had been selected to participate in an event of sort over the world…did any one believe that. Nope no one did.

See the problem was really who would cook the turkey since no one could master the recipe that Wemmbu had perfected. Every fallen bird usually tasted like burnt salt and rotten oranges.

Parrot and the other admins had started to reassure the players that there would be a turkey, even if it tasted different. Was that a lie everyone saw through, yes it was.

Here's the thing that turkey, the one they had had for years, was crafted so everyone could eat it. From the sea to the end skies. No matter who you were, that meat, or tofu if you got a wing, could be eaten. Somehow that bird had the same laws as the norse myth of Sæhrímnir.

“Spoke! How is the testing going.”Parrot questioned from the door leading into the kitchen in the avian base. His kitchen had been turned into a testing ground for the admins to try and create some form of replacement. Was he still salty from the fact it was his base, yeah he still was, but it was for the greater good.

The sound of pans cluttering into a sink followed as Spoke peeked through the crack in the ajar door. His face was smeared in ash and soot. Brown honey dripped down from his hair. As flowers and chilly peppers laced his shirt and pants. His bright shiny eyes
were streaked red as tears welled up in the sides.

“Hi ya Parrot.”he chirped with that shit eating grin. See Spoke wasn't technically an admin but since he had stolen half of Parrot's power, the duo made up a whole admin. Being well Parrot did the actual work, Spoke was kinda like a battery. So even if there was uneasiness around the boy, it had been worked out into a system that made both happy. It also helped Parrot to not overwork himself.

“What the hell did you do?” Parrot asked, his wings tightening as he stood straight to peak over the voidling's head.

In the background behind Spoke, Minute and Jepex were being chased by what seemed to be a pot with spider-like legs. Minute dodged as the creature lunged and barked at Jepex. Who in turn screamed like a little girl and launched straight up to grab the ceiling fan. Minute roared and trapped the creature under a laundry basket and pulled out of sight.

He frowned and rolled his eyes as Spoke tried to jump up to block the view. To which the young er stumbled back and clawed at the door to pull himself back up.
“Realy bro."Parrot explained as he watched, with those piercing green eyes.

Spoke froze before quickie throwing his hands up to ruffle up the avian's hair. Maybe if he couldn't stop Parrot from looking he could, stop him from paying attention.

Parrot blinked as his cyan and caramel hair fell in front of his eyes. Blurring out the world, he felt the younger’s hand pause its motion to stare in awe.

Spoke blinked up, a light white dusting his cheeks as his mouth hung open for a moment. “Shut up.”he grumbled and grabbed Parrots arm. His hands left small red patches that he would have to wash out later.

Parrot sighed and grabbed the other's hand and pulled him down the hallway. “Lets get you cleaned up.”he mumbled.

“Wait! What about the turkey?”Spoke stammered as he spun to look back at the kitchen door.

“I have a feeling it's already being taken care of.”he informed with a wink to the window. A small pigeon blinked before stumbling into a small flight. High above the world to the farthest reaches of the server.

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Down in the depths of the world in that old pumpkin patch. The one that smelled of warmth and spice. the chilling breeze cast over the field as a player splashed a potion onto themselves.

Egg frowned as he smelled the same fermented eyes that were laced with that metallic scent that followed. He hates how it clings to fabrics. The amount of times he had yelled at Wemmbu for using them indoors was enough to earn him a movie ticket.

Wemmbu gave him a small wink from behind his veil as the potion turned his skin and hair clear. The lace of his cape and veil turned his form almost ghost-like.

Bagel paused from her place sat on the steps. Her bright fiery orange hair pulled into twin baby buns. Her eyes widened as she watched Wemmbu vanish. The small scone in her hand slowly fell into her lap. “Where?”

Egg snickered as he poked his head over the demon's shoulder. “Still here.”he teased and poked Wemmbu in the stomach. Ripples floated over the clear skin. Flickering to show the scales underneath.

“Yeah ya, have your fun but you won't be laughing when the feast arrives.“

Egg jumped up his wings flapping rapidly as he hauled the demon around to stare straight at him. “You're kidding, like it’s, we, oh my stars! It's so good.!”he screamed happily. A breeze formed from how fast his wings flapped.

Wemmbu chuckled that deep rustic laugh as he picked the smaller up by his waist.”No shit, I'm not missing a year. That turkey is my pride,and it's already cooking, bro.” he informed with a smirk as he set the moth avain down. .

Bagel blinked as she picked up the scone from her lap and began to munch on it. She was still confused as to why her dad had just picked up her ma and the screaming was weird. She took a small bite of the sweet pumpkin flavor treat. “Go-ing?”she stated between bites.

Egg spun around, his pale features dazed with a grin that formed on his lips. “Thats right. “He beamed and picked up a navy blue jacket and pulled it on, only to huff and unlace the slits in the back.

He was not going to freeze but it was annoying to put on. “Can you put a jacket on her- well i..”he trailed off as he hissed at the string.

Wemmbu stiffened a snicker as he picked up the small cloak Egg had made the child. He moved over to the steps and clipped the cloak onto her. Her bright eyes staring as she was picked up. She giggled as she was piggy backed on his shoulders.

Wemmbu smiled under his veil. Even if no one could see it. It was weird to look after the small human but it was nice, in a different way then what he was used to.

“Wemmmbuuuu.”Egg whined from the side, his hands tangled in the yellow string as he struggled to pull his wing through the hole.

Wemmbu stepped over and freed the older hands and started to lead the first wing through. The second was easier but still a struggle as the soft sales shivered at the foreign touch.

Egg sighed and stiffened a thrill as his wings flattened against his back as Wemmbu pulled his hands away. “I still hate that part.”he mumbled for a moment before spotting Bagel up on Wemmbu's shoulder, like a small koala.

The trio left the house to the chilly air, one that wreaked the seasons changing. Down and down the path that stretched along the side of hills. To the pumpkin patch that Poafa ran. The cryo demon always had a knack for growing plants.

Soon the bright red barn came into view, its sides covered in vines. Outstretched on all sides were corn fields and a bunch of pumpkins. Each ranging from the size of someone's head to even the heads of monsters. It was impressive to see what he could do with just his knowledge of planets.

The world caste in the sunset of midnight purples and warm yellows as the sun dipped down. Leaving the world in those warm glows. Fireflies danced around zipping past the lanterns that hung low in the farm.

Bagel stared in awe at the sights and colors. So many she had never seen before. Thousands of the cool creatures her Ma has called ‘fire bugs’.

Standing out front of the barn was a guy. He had dark hair but the tips of which were dyed a light cyan. He had blue eyes and a tail kinda like Wemmbus, it had blueish black scales and was split into a spade.

As for his clothes he wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans. A small fanny pack was draped across his chest and on one of his arms was a device.

“Poafa.”Egg greeted with a smile and a wave.

Poafa smiled wide as he jogged up to the trio. “Hi ya Egg, bro…”his blue crystal eyes shot up as he spotted the taller demon and human child. “What in the hell…who are you too?”

Wemmbu stared from under his veil at the other demon. Bro was this guy dumb, no wait that meant he really was good at hiding his identity. “Hello.”his voice changer crackled.

Poafa jumped back as he stared up at the taller. “Why hi…you must be Eggs, um lover or spouse. …. Welcome to the farm.”he stammered for a moment. Why was this guy so freaking tall?

Heat reached up Wemmbu's neck as he stared at Egg. It made sense why Poafa thought that, but him and Egg, no they were just friends. Best buddies nothing more. “Friends,”he corrected.

Poafa blinked once, twice before letting out a nervous chuckle. “Ok dude. So who is this little bean?”He asked.

Bagel yawned from her place on Wemmbu's shoulders. Her face was smooched up against the back of his would be purple hair and the two spiral horns. She was comfy and snuggled closer. “Baggellll.”she slurred.

“Bagel?” Poafa stated as he turned to Egg.” You named her bagel…actuly that is on brand for the people in this sever. “Chuckling a bit he motioned for them to follow him into the main part of the farm. The part that held the pumpkin patch and other activities.

Lanterns and fairy lights lit up the area. There were different games scattered around, and a basketball hoop to the side. The small widow in the barn was turned into a small censetion. Beside the wall of the barn were a couple picnic tables and if you looked farther out you could see different blankets scattered around.

A couple of the players were playing hacky sack, those were Flame, Clown and for some odd reason Rek. The small sack was being passed easily between the trio as they all laughed. Beside the trio off to the side standing with Chief was Branzy. Both drinking from styrofoam cups, the smell of cider flowing through the air.

Clown grinned as Flame dropped the sack with a huff. The jester turned and placed a kiss on Branzy temple before returning to the game. Branzy paused for a moment, his face heating up as Chief whispered something in his ear.

Egg snickered as he spotted Branzy tail wag before he slapped Chief. It was funny to see the different friendships and the people here as well tonight.

He stopped to stare once more at the field. This time he spotted Minute and Jumper, they were sitting on a blanket making bracelets under the lantern light. Minute was struggling to get the ends of his to tie, well Jumper was working and what seemed to be her fifth one.

“Ma! look.”Bagel chirped from beside Wemmbu, her small fist out stretched to point at a big pumpkin. Her energy bubbling up as she smiled at the orange vegetable.

Wemmbu snickered as Bagel used the nickname. Egg face always heated up when the small child used it. He wasn't even good with kids, let alone a human one. It was still freaky to think.

Poafa was grinning as he watched the family. It kinda reminds him of when he was in high school. His family had run a restaurant that served this really good butter spaghetti squash dish. It was sweet yet buttery and melted on the tongue. Maybe he should bring that for the feast. Bring a scene of hope from the past but shine light for the new generation.

Yeah that was a good idea, even if he couldn't be a hero at least he can beagle to guide the new and old players down a path of glory. Be it serving a good meal and maybe honor the legacy of Wemmbu….

The same guy that held off the villains for a glimpse of change in the darkest night. The same guy that had been in control of a mace. One of the most powerful storm demons out there.

His attention turned back to the small trio that had wandered down the path. The little Bagel held hands with the taller demon, as she pulled him along. Egg was stiffening a laugh as he watched. He nudged the taller causing a ripple to dash up the arm. Lilac scales became visible for a fraction of a second.

Those scales… he had only seen those once before. His nostrils flared as he took a sniff of the air. Ferment spider eyes..but under masked and hidden was the smell of ocean and a campfire.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled eyes wide as he stared at the invisible player..no Wemmbu. His thoughts crashed off the road as he slowly turned and began to march straight to the cooler that held the beer. “What the hell.”

Back at the end of the row of pumpkins, Wemmbu turned to stare over his shoulder in the direction Poafa had vanished off to. His tail flicked once before stilling beside him. What did the cryo demon know?

Eggs hand trailed down the scaled arm to rest its grip on his wrist. “Bro, I think we found one,”he whispered.

Bagel stumbled towards the duo dragging a small white pumpkin by its stem. It had small little bumps on the top but other than that it was pretty normal.

“Time to go home.”Wemmbu explained as he hoisted the pumpkin up in one hand and picked up Bagel with the other. He placed her down on his shoulder. She giggled as she hooked her small arms around his neck.

Some might say thats a perfect end to warm night like that. One definitely for the year book....

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Out in the depths of the lifesteal spawn, Mane was busy setting up that old mix match table that was pulled out for this time of year. Helping him was Planet. The alien was dragging a tablecloth over most of the table. Well the lion hybrid dragged chairs into spots.

It was going inside this building that Planet had dubbed ‘the meeting palace’. Him, Hannah and a couple others were working away to put up the final decorations.

Outside the building on the lawn opposite of the building Kabs and Mapicc were setting up the ground for the fireworks. They hauled in the explosives, well Cube set up the timer and code so they would go off exactly when the sky turned pitch black.

Down on the small path that had been dug for this time of year. Was Wifies and Parrot the duo clag in oranges and browns. A coffee color cloak for Parrot and a bright as hell orange jumper for Wifies. Parrot was carrying a pastel red cooler. Most likely filled with seed bread or beer.

To any one about the Lifesteal feast, most of their answers would follow. “It's delicious” to “Bro there is no place I would want to be then at that feast.”

People from other servers tried time and time again ot get onto the server to grab the fort and plate and join the chaos. After the fourth time of some rando joining the admin crew had put in some more fire walls and security.

Ash stared down at his comm one of the players was bound to login back from the hub with a special delivery. One that was burning good, but also sweet as honey.

From the hub portal a piglin hybrid steps out. His orange curls pulled into a low bun as he carried a box labeled fragile. The player was Bacon waffle, the least suspicious person the server. He also happens to be dating Ash’s brother Mane.

“Ash. Your particles are making knives again.”Squiddo quipped from her place on a ladder. She was pinning up streamers and fairy lights. The light highlighting her duo colored eyes. A shiny cherry blossom and then the gold colored ring inside. It was gorgeous.

Ash froze as he looked down at his glitch particles. They were definitely in the shape of knives. “Curse your emotions.”he mumbled and swatted the purple particles away. Even if some slipped away to float into a heart shape.

Squiddo her eyes narrowed as she carefully reached out to touch one. It darted away behind Ash’s slightly red face. He coughed and turned away to stare at the marking in the wood.

“Ash, Squiddo!” Spoke shot from the top of the tree. He was holding the remaining streamers. His lips were cast into a frown. Even if it lacked any real pout. “Can you stop flirting and help me with the remaining streamers? I'd like to get first dibs on the corn.”he huffed.

Squiddo giggled as she tugged at the collar of her orange hoodie. “Oh ok.”she quickly scurried down to the small boxes filled with decorations at the bottom of the path.

Ash coughed as he felt his face burn. “Shut up Spoke.”he snapped, even if his eyes darted to where Squiddo ran off to.

Spoke paused and watched Ash’s reaction. He smirked as he rolled down to hang off a lower branch. “Romance is such a fleeting thing. Bro you need to tell her, before someone else does.”

“But what if she doesn't." Ash stammered.

“Take a word of advice…dont wait, its better to not watch from the side lines as the love of your life ends up dating someone else. That someone that took everything you had but treats that person right, and didnt steal ther….never mind im rambling again. ”Spoke trailed off. His hands dug into the wood as he pulled up to sit on the branch.

“Its just always better to stop the pain before it happens."He mumbled. “But what the hell do I know?” Spoke giggled, plastering on that same old grin.

Ash stared up at the other. His umber eyes narrowed. The same as the pout that graced his features. “I…I’ll think about it.”

Staring off to the world ahead. One draped in the seasonal scents of rain and wet grass. The lingering hollow buss of worry pulled away for the joy of a moment.

Cube wiped the sweat off his brow as the lines of code dashed around him. It wasn't his fault he had the power of admin. A power he never wanted. Look he was perfectly fine just using his computer he stole from the hub to do stuff like this. Though when it came to lining up hundreds of fireworks to tick off a clock, yeah it wasn't as easy as you would think.

It would be worth it in the end to see everyone's reaction to the bursts of colors. There were over twenty different colors for tonight's show. It was going to be perfect, no surprises and definitely no blood.

“Hey um bro, which row does the..”Mapiccs eyes wandered over the label. All the letters swirled around before rotating into all the wrong spots. His tail stilled as his brow furrowed. It all made no sense. “This one go?”he questioned even if he had no clue which one of the fireworks he was holding.

All the labels were in Times New Roman apparently, thanks Kabs for reading the first one out. Just thinking about it made his head spin.

“Hmm what color is it?” Cube asked from behind the wall of code. His glasses pushed up to his forehead as he watched different numbers roll by.

Mapicc groaned as he rubbed his eyes down his face. Was he friends with idiots? “I don't know, red?”

Cube's hand reached out to poke a number one. “Mapicc there isn't a red one, but there are Fall vermilion and Vanilla redstone. Which could be considered red but not technically cus both are also sub classes of yellow and orange so not a red.”he corrected.

“Dudee…”Mapicc whined.

Kabs glanced over her shoulder at the duo. “That's pearl pink by the way!”

Mapicc slowly blinked as he spun around to glare at her.”I knew that!” He shouted back.

“Sure ya did, big guy!”

“I did, it just might have taken me a bit.” He defended with a throw of his hands.

“Sure you would, dear.” The voice tased.

Mapicc wiped his head around. There standing beside Kabs was Ro. His ivory hair pulled into small braids. He gave a small wave to the demon.

He launched over and pulled the albino into a bone crushing hug. His tail wagged like a dog. Well he was a dog so it was just wagging.

Ro giggled as one of his slender hands came up to scratch a tuff of fur at the base of Mapicc left ear. As the German shepherd nuzzled away.

Cube paused his work to look at the happy duo. It was sweet, maybe he could have a best friend like that one day.

Soon the rows upon rows of fire works were set, all ready for the command from Parrot. As the sun lowered to the west the fragrance of fresh food wafted over the field.

People from all around began to gather at the central table. Even when Vortex had shown up, he was sporting a small pumpkin pie as he chatted with Woogie and Parrot. The childhood friend catching up after months.

Will all the laughter this group of friends brought still brought a question everyone had. Where had Wemmbu gone….it was strange.

Slowly the people all began to sit and help set the table with all the treats, and mains that had been bought. But in the center of this group of friends that turkey was still missing. Just like links in a chain.

Jumper looked down the table to all of her friends and the people she had become family with. Everyone of them had shaped her into the woman she was today. Hope had bubbled down in her heart as she pushed away from the table and held her glass up in shaky hands.

“A toast to the memories of old, and to the future ahead of us wherever it may lead us. Even if not all are here….We are lifesteal no matter what. The old and the new. To us!”

The room becomes quite slow like a wave. Each of her friends began to hold up their own glasses. Until it reached Jaron who stood at the end of the table.

“Together we will follow wherever the river of time leads us. We’re family.” he smiled and sat down between Rek and Zam.

Rek gave him a small fist bump and Jumper a thumbs up. As all eyes turned to Parrot. Who technically not the head admin but still was seen as it.
He paused as he looked at everyone. “Ah um I guess you all can eat now. Unless there is anything else that has to be said-”

“-Sorry we are late, someone couldn't decide if he should reveal his identity or not. “Egg shuffled in. He was carrying a small child in one arm and a bag of buns in the other.

Behind him in a hoodie and shorts with a mace sitting on his back was….Wemmbu. His hair is choppy with a streak of grey in it. He was holding a golden roasted turkey. “Hi, I hope it's alright. I brought turkey. “

Gasp shot from all corners of the table as all stared straight at the demon. Clown coughed to hide a snicker from behind his glass. Spec paused his body falling out of his chair onto the ground as he fainted.

Redd squirted as he poked his little brother in the face. “He’s alive and not what we thought Wemmbu was.”

“Suprise..”Wemmbu chuckled awkwardly as he placed the turkey in the center of the table. “Im not dead.”

“I fucking knew it.”Poafa snapped as he slapped the table. His tail lashing behind him.

“Fuck?”Bagel mimicked as she plopped out of Eggs arm onto the ground. Her eyes wide as she stared at everyone. Slowly she wabbled over to Mid and pointed at her. “Like me?”

The room zipped shut as all eyes dragged to Poafa. He pulled at his collar as he released the slip up. Eggs wings twitch as his head is wiped around to glare at the demon.

“What did you just teach her?” the words hung in the air as Poafa slowly slipped down in his seat.

“shi-”He mumbled.

“Poafa!” several of the members shouted as the swear was drowned out.

Mid stopped to fully look at the little girl. She had bright lavender eyes. And had bright orange hair. Her gaze shifted to Jaron and Rek at the other side of the table. The only other humans for the next twenty severs. “Which one of you knocked someone up.”

‘Not me.” “Sorry im gay.” “No you're straight.” “I am not, I’ve kissed a guy..in my dreams.” “ So bi and that was in a dream, and don't you dare bring up the time with Chief last summer in Outcast.” “Says the guy who has a body pillow of Satoru Gojo.” “He’s hot ok.” The duo argued, both voices overlapping, making it hard to figure out who was who.

“So if you two didn't and I definitely didn't….then.”

“Who did..”Jaron stated.

Bagel blinked up at her big eyes looking straight at Mids hair. “Pretty.”

Down at the end of the table Spoke and Parrot shared a look. One from many years ago. A glitch no one but them had seen before.

“Could it be—”

Parrot dumped his water on Spoke's lap causing the younger to cough violently.

“That's cold..”He hissed as he pulled his jacket closer.

“Talk later. So shut up.”the avian warned. His voice was hollow as the rest of his friends all began to eat. His green eyes looked from the corner at Spoke.

As the night grew on. The stars flickered to life in the inky swirl of night. Dozens of fireworks launched into the air. Painting glitzy pictures of vibrate colors in the sky.

One of memories of a stunning floral valley. Each dazzling in the glory of time.

Different groups sat on the lawn staring in awe at the show in the sky. It was perfect just how Cube made it. He grinned as he watched his masterpiece at work.

This was a day to remember. One the history book would tell for years after. For that was who the story went.

One that all could listen to, as that crew of misfits and chaos all held together under that shining night sky.

A moment that could last a lifetime.