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The night shimmered with its stars, to which Wemmbu wondered if the sky was painted to make it seem like the real thing.
Maybe Clownpierce, who was the one who put him and Zam inside this prison, even made the lakes fake himself.
Maybe Wemmbu was annoyed by being trapped in here
Eggchan sat beside him, fishing pole in hand as he watched the line. Focused on any vibrations from said line.
The rod itself shined purple, indicating that it was enchanted. Sure enough, the line tugged once then twice and Egg snagged the rod as so.
The item on the hook surfaced, damp and dripping water. An enchantment book.
Wemmbu snorted, disbelieving the angel's luck. The only enchant the rod has was lure lll.
“Seriously? Again? I can’t believe your luck dude” The imp groaned in annoyance, but no real anger was present in his tone.
Eggchan laughed. Taking the book off the hook and settling it down beside him.
“You’re not even fishing bro, don’t complain about something you’re not even doing” Egg teased, casting another line out.
Wemmbu rolled his eyes playfully. Comfortable silence followed.
The imp’s eyes traveled around his surroundings. The two were currently sitting near a lake, or close to one. It was more of a pond, but Wemmbu didn’t really care enough to notice the difference.
If he squinted enough, he could see the crying obsidian walls- which he guessed were full of chunk bans.
The ‘lake’ itself reflected the starry night. Some clouds here and there scattered across, like someone spilled grey ink across a canvas.
This was one of the more unusual nights. Since Zam would come and attempt his revenge, or he and Egg were busy trying to find an escape.
Either way, it was nice. But the more Wemmbu just sat there and watched Egg cast line after line like he wasn’t bored out of his mind, kind of irked him.
Not in a bad way- more of a ‘how are you still doing this after two hours?’.
Wemmbu must’ve been staring because Eggchan turned his head, or eyeball, hard to tell- to stare back.
“Yo” Egg chirped.
“Yeah?”
“You look lost in thought,” Egg commented. His line tugged again, to which he reeled it back in.
It was a fish. Cod presumably.
Wemmbu shrugged and adjusted his sitting position so that he was leaning on both of his arms.
“I don’t understand how you enjoy this kind of thing, like doesn’t it get boring after a while?” Wemmbu asked.
Egg’s head wings twitched at the comment. The angel took his time with his reply too.
Enough time to cast a line and snag another enchant book. Wemmbu merely snorted at it.
“Well, I guess it’s because it’s predictable? Y’know what’s coming and are able to prepare for it. Plus it’s chill, just you and your thoughts” Eggchan explained, voice easy and low.
Wemmbu slowly blinked at that, his tail thumping lightly against the grass in thought.
Predictable? He guessed he could understand that. Safe in a way that it’s recognizable and known. Maybe that’s why Egg doesn’t like PvP, it’s unpredictable. Even a few less exp bottles could change the odds.
With fishing, it’s consistent. Predictable.
“You good there bro? Egg asked, casting a glance over to the imp.
Wemmbu turned his attention back to the other, sheepishly nodding and mumbled something about ‘3am thoughts y’know? ’ to which Egg snorted at it.
“You don’t need to be here by the way, I understand how you get antsy when you get still for too long, bro” Eggchan said. His back wings twitching time to time.
Wemmbu didn’t say anything, just hummed in response, but after a minute, he took out his own fishing rod. Casting a line out.
To only catch a lily pad. Egg cackled at his catch, as he yet again snagged a enchant book.
But Wemmbu didn’t mind, because for once- he embraced the idea of knowing what’s next.
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His hands were caked in blood that wasn’t his own. Along with a familiar weight pressing against his side, one he was holding onto desperately.
Egg leaned against him with his full weight, his hands held his insides from slipping out and onto the ground below. His feathers ruffled and out of place, each one sticking out poorly.
Wemmbu didn’t have time to check if Egg was still alive, somewhat, as the Imp glanced over his shoulder. Several bandits were running towards their direction, a few of them spat insults and quips.
“Shit..” Wemmbu muttered and continued to haul Egg away. But he knew he couldn’t drag his best friend out when they were bandits not far away.
The angel’s breathing was uneven, Wemmbu could tell from how his wings shuddered each intake of air, and it didn’t help his nerves when he saw how blood streamed through Egg’s fingers. Staining his usual pristine suit.
“Egg? Egg say something before I… I don’t know just say something!” Wemmbu demanded. He rounded a tree with urgency, and quickly scanned the area for any ounce of cover.
A cave sat not far away from the two. Wemmbu immediately began making his way to it, glancing at Egg every few seconds.
The bandits footsteps scampered away from the cave he and Egg inhabited.
Wemmbu settled Egg down carefully, not to further irritate the angel’s abdomen that was bleeding profusely. The imp couldn’t even see where the slash wound was, which was worrying.
Eggchan’s breaths came low and shallow, sweat gathered somehow. If he was in his glamor state, where he used his liminal magic to create a face instead of his usual eyeball head, sweat would be more obvious.
“Egg? You still haven’t said anything dude”
At his name, Eggchan looked up, eye glazed in confusion. Eventually his sight landed on Wemmbu, eye dilating with his sudden focus.
“Yo” Egg managed but then immediately winced in pain. He carefully moved his hand to see the damage but Wemmbu pushed his hand back to the wound.
“Don’t. Keep pressure on it and don’t move ” Wemmbu instructed, looking through his inventory till he found his ender chest- placing it down and immediately dug into it.
This was bad, really really bad. He looked through multiple shulkers- nothing. Absolutely nothing useful in this situation. No regen pots or medical supplies. Nothing.
“Shit shit, fuck this is bad” Wemmbu angrily muttered, kicking a shulker in frustration. Egg blinked in his direction.
Wemmbu reminded himself he needed to stay calm.
“C’mere I have an idea” Wemmbu said, maintaining a calm tone but it came out more strained than anything.
The imp took off his velvet cape, ripping it then placing it down beside him. Eggchan whimpered in pain,clutching his abdomen tighter.
“It’s cold” Egg whispered.
Wemmbu paused.
Is that a bad sign? Fuck shit fuck. This is why Egg is the medic not him.
“You’re fine. Just don’t move” Wemmbu repeated.
Did he sound too worried? No time to think about it.
He placed the cape against Egg’s abdomen. The fabric quickly absorbing the blood. He needed water to clean the wound, he thinks.
But the bandits were still searching for him..plus Egg couldn’t do anything right now.
The only answer was to attempt to mace everyone in two minutes before Egg dies of blood loss, which sounded absolutely awesome right now. He really loved this situation so much.
“Keep the pressure and stay quiet,” Wemmbu quickly said and grabbed his mace before exiting the cave.
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Manepear’s tree smelt of old oak and bamboo. There was also a vivid smell of tea floating about. But among those, Wemmbu’s boots could be heard pacing around.
He was bored out of his mind. His limbs urging him to do anything then be still.
His tail flicked around hazardly.
Mane wasn’t here, busy doing anything else. Maybe baking cake or something. The lion hybrid could be confusing at times but no less terrifying.
Eggchan was busy doing whatever Egg does. Fish maybe.
Wemmbu’s pacing stopped, his boots hitched with a click. He could go practice for a while- it’s not like he had anything else better to do.
So with the new set plan, Wemmbu grabbed his sword and took off to Manepear’s arena. He set his stuff down- some golden carrots and extra clothes- and readied his stance.
Then he practiced. Swing after swing. Step after step, all until sweat clung to his forehead. Till he had to set his crown down so it didn’t slide down his nose. Till his legs shook with exhaustion.
Until he felt his arms burn with even more exhaustion.
His breath came out heavy, chest heaving for air. His once purple hair, which was tied up, was now falling past his shoulders.
He kept swinging, side stepping. Because he has to get better- be more powerful than most on this server. It wasn’t a want, but a need.
He won’t be treated like a bug that could be squished any moment. Helpless and unable to do anything.
So when he raised his sword for another swing, he didn’t expect a cold hand to settle on his shoulder.
Wemmbu blinked, breath catching in his throat. Sword still raised and ready to slash into the air.
“It’s been hours Wemmbu. Take a break” Eggchan said, his usual monotone voice felt like cold air against a warm day.
Wemmbu hesitated. His arms screamed in exhaustion still. His hands oddly warmer than usual. Legs barely holding up..
Maybe he did need one.
The imp sighed and lowered his sword.
“Fine” was all Wemmbu said.
Eggchan nodded, head feathers fluffing up in what he guessed was content. The angel made his way to the sidelines- the imp not far behind.
Once his feet hit the grass, he immediately sat down. Basically falling into the soft green like a sack of potatoes. His feet ached from the stone.
Egg settled himself beside Wemmbu, via with more grace than the other. He didn’t say anything, just existed along with Wemmbu in comfortable silence.
The imp on the other hand shuffled about. His sword was long forgotten the moment he tossed it beside him. He also threw off his gloves to reveal patches of blisters and calluses. Some popped already, blood scattered across his palms.
Egg leaned closer to observe the damage.
“That doesn’t look.. good” Eggchan softly pointed out.
Wemmbu shrugged, about to roughly put back on his gloves, but Egg placed down a shulker and started to dig through it. Moments later he was holding a small med kit.
Wemmbu snorted and waved it away.
“Dude I don’t need it, I’m sure it’ll be fine in like a day” Wemmbu said confidently.
Egg side eyed him, harshly.
Ok ouch.
“The moment your adrenaline stops, then you’ll start to feel it. So let me at least ease the pain before you won’t get sleep because you said you’ll be fine”
Wemmbu stopped any further complaints. Offering his hand when Eggchan motioned for it.
The imp winced when the angel placed some kind of antibiotic ointment on his blisters. He wasn’t harsh with it but not gentle with it either. After that he grabbed bandages and wrapped his hand- making sure it was tight enough.
Once completed, Eggchan nodded to show that he was done.
Wemmbu mumbled a ‘thank you bro’ and flexed his hands. It felt slightly numb, maybe due to the ointment, but good nonetheless.
“Anything else bleeding or anything?” Egg asked, glancing Wemmbu over in case the Imp lies to him.
He actually had to think about it for a second.
“Nah” he said after a few seconds.
Eggchan blinked disbelievingly, but didn’t note any other injuries.
“Good, oh and I made tea by the way. Made sure to make it with peppermint since you liked that last time” Egg commented, already getting up.
Wemmbu followed suit. He picked up his sword and returned it to his halter. Along with his crown, which he settled it between his brows.
“How’d you know I like peppermint?” Wemmbu asked with a raised brow.
Eggchan glanced away, as if not hearing the question. The angel started walking away, but Wemmbu snorted and quickly jogged to join Egg.
“Dude,”
“Yeah bro?”
“Don’t bro me”
Egg sighed.
“You do like this tail wagging thing. Kind of funny to see”
Wemmbu felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment. His impish tail flicked back, reminding him of its presence.
“Tell me Mane didn’t notice at least?”
“Got some bad news for you bro”
Wemmbu groaned. Eggchan laughed, high and chiming.
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Birch trees surrounded him, birds chirped and the sky moved gracefully like his best friend wasn’t actively dying.
He looked over his shoulder twice as he strides forward to hopefully a lake. He could hear the bandits yell and holler about. Though, he didn’t see them so that was a plus.
He wasn’t scared of them, but rather more afraid of how long it’ll take.
If only he had a medical shulker.
He’ll invest in one after he patches Egg up and then bash the bandits heads open till they bled mush.
With bucket in hand, Wemmbu made time as he found a pond not far from the cave. He scooped the water up, regularly checking his surroundings and along with any loud noises.
With that task completed, he quickly began to run back to the cave.
His tail swished behind him in thought.
This was fine. As long as they stayed in the cave, quiet and safe, they should make it out alive. Alive is the key word here.
“He’s over there!” A voice snapped him out of his haze.
“Fuck me dude” Wemmbu cursed, pocketing the bucket in his inventory. He swapped it for his mace, Gambit.
The six bandits stood side by side, five with diamond and one with netherite. Each one had a sword and a shield. Wemmbu measured each one of them.
The leader, which he rightfully assumed was the netherite player, spoke up.
“If it isn’t Wemmbu. Caught quite the fame haven’t you?” The bandit smiled wistfully, rolling the sword over.
Then he looked around cluelessly, well mocked clueless.
“And where is the other one? Hope I didn’t spill all his guts yet” He then added with a laugh.
Yeah this shouldn’t take long.
Wemmbu put on his elytra and rocketed to the sky, mace in hand as he then rocketed back down. The netherite player blinked in confusion and raised his shield, but Wemmbu swapped to his axe- lodging it in the shield.
He followed up with a well placed mace to the shoulder, enough to break it in pieces. Luckily the dude had netherite, but it didn’t fix his pained expression.
Wemmbu smirked at that.
The other five stood there for a few seconds too long, clearly not expecting the sudden mace attack, but sure enough they charged foward.
Wemmbu side stepped when he saw a blade slash down, bringing out his own sword to slash at the opponents side with grace.
They screamed in pain as blood spurted from where he left his swing. Wemmbu didn’t have much time to relish the pain he inflicted as five other bandits circled him.
He didn’t have much time, he wished he did.
Wemmbu flew up again, switching to his mace. Even from up here, he could see how all of them tensed up in anticipation.
The imp didn’t waste any time and flew down with vengeance. He breach swapped, popped a totem. He repeated till his mace broke a diamond players helmet and eventually her skull.
The bone cracked and he felt the soft mush of brain tissue welcome his mace. It exploded everywhere like bits of mashed potatoes.
He felt something wet hit his face too.
It didn’t deter him from his onslaught. He kept going harder if anything- mace hit after mace hit. Sword against sword until he saw two of them run away- armor dented and bones broken from the brute force of Gambit.
The imp even broken through two more skulls. Each one popped with squishy, pink and mushy tissue. Blood caked the pale grass below.
Wemmbu’s breath came heavy, muscles tensed. Only the leader remained. He was on the ground, his leg bent in a weird angle.
He was sobbing.
Items littered the ground like glitter. Wemmbu barely registered them.
“Wait! Wait please I’ll give you anything!” The leader pleaded, shuffling backward like it would save him.
Wemmbu scoffed under his breath. The mace felt heavy in his grasp, yet he still found himself lifting it over his head and slamming it against the netherites armor chest plate. He screamed in agony as it broke.
Wemmbu could hear his sobs, cracked and pained. Maybe he would’ve considered sparing him, just so he had one more player that feared him. But he didn’t so much as blink when he drove his sword into Eggchan.
So he didn’t blink when his mace came down into the face of the player below him. Wemmbu’s eyes avoided the crushed nose, sliced lip and dented skull that spurted blood profusely.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Then he remembered the angel that was still in the cold dingy cave he settled him into. The imp cursed in the chilled air.
Before he ran back- he looked at their items quickly. Throwing away stuff he usually would keep. Eventually- he found two regen pots and a roll of bandages.
It was good enough. He felt his chest ease in a tightness he didn’t realize he felt earlier.
His feet guided him forward to the cave. His eyes squinted until he found where he left Eggchan. The angel’s head was dipped low. His head wings covered his face.
The cape he used as a makeshift bandage was completely damp with blood. His angelic wings no longer twitched time to time anymore.
Wemmbu’s eyes widened and he skidded to him. His hands feeling for any breath or a heartbeat. The imp pressed a hand to Egg’s chest- stilling when he barely felt the rise and fall of Eggchan’s chest.
He didn’t know if he should be relieved that he’s not dead or that he’s so close to it.
Wemmbu immediately snagged the regen potions from his inventory, popping them open. The pink magenta liquid swished lightly from his action.
“Egg?” Wemmbu attempted. Egg didn’t stir, not even a twitch.
The imp’s lips thinned and lifted a hand to tilt Egg’s head back. Careful to brush his wings out of the way. The way Egg eats and drinks was an oddity. It seemed like the tissue of his eyeball absorbed it, the same way it was now when Wemmbu gently let the regen pot do its thing.
When the first pot was finished, he shifted his focus to the biggest problem. Eggchan’s hands were still wet with blood from him gripping his abdomen. The blood around the wound dried somewhat, but it was still wet. The smell of it seemed worse, metallic and hard to swallow.
Wemmbu clenched his teeth tightly.
He had to move Egg onto his back, and he didn’t know if the angel would enjoy it.
“I’m gonna warn you now, this is gonna hurt” Wemmbu apologized in advance and carefully placed both hands on the shoulders of Eggchan.
The angel didn’t stir from his words or touch. Wemmbu wondered if the regen pot was working at all, but once the imp moved him slightly to the left- Egg gasped and weakly pushed Wemmbu away.
The imp frowned, concern blooming in his chest.
“Moving erratically like that will make it worse..” Wemmbu mumbled and attempted to move Egg on his back again. He kept on hand on his shoulder and the other one against Eggchan’s abdomen.
The angel himself eventually gave up with his persistence. Shallow breathes were taken and heard. His chest seemed to rise higher than before.
That was good- probably meant the regen was working.
Once his back was on the ground- Wemmbu moved Egg’s hands away.
He would be lying if he said it didn’t look worse than it did presumably twenty minutes ago.
He could see his intestine, which was attempting an escape plan from how it was halfway out of the his body. The rest of his organs still hadn’t attempted a prison escaped which was good.
Fuck this was a bit too much. He was afraid, afraid of not knowing what’s next. The situation was too unpredictable.
Wemmbu shook his head, taking a deep breath. He needed to get his act together if he didn’t want his best friend to die from blood loss and organ loss in the next hour.
He placed the bucket he got from the pond next to him. Placed a regen pot and bandages along with the bucket.
There was still some spare cape fabric left, so he snatched it off the ground and immediately got to work. He cleaned most of the blood off- used the water to get rid most of it from the cape fabric, and redid the process.
He then, admittedly hesitantly, pushed Egg’s organs back into place. This was where he paused.
He didn’t have stitches. Would he just have to bandage it and hope for the best? He still had one regen pot left, he could hold the skin together and pour it on. Hoping it would snitch the skin together.
It sounded solid so that’s what he did.
Amidst all of this, Eggchan slowly stirred into consciousness. The regen helped enormously- momentarily clearing any haze and immense pain he felt earlier.
In fact- he felt better if anything, but then he felt a scalding sensation near his stomach. Like a papers edge being frayed at the edges from a candle light- hot and burning.
Eggchan, with the last bit of energy he had, kicked whoever was causing the pain. Hoping it would remove his unease from earlier.
The angel then heard a series of curses from somewhere. Yo, is this his perpetrator?
Eggchan didn’t have much to think about that, as the pain seemed to grow in waves. His vision blotched at the sides and his wings seemed to shudder in protest.
Then, a voice he recognized too well welcomed his ears like warm air on a chilled day.
“Egg! You- wait shit, how do you feel?”
Wemmbu came in his vision, eyes wider than usual. Dirt and sweat clung to his face. His face contorted in one he didn’t usual see at all, concern.
Eggchan warily blinked slowly- his mind lagging behind. It took more effort than he would like to admit to understand what was happening.
Wemmbu started to yap, mouth moving faster than Eggchan could process. Tail lashing behind him slowly.
The angel drew in breath, finding it also difficult. Actually, everything felt hard to do. The pain had eased, he noticed. He lifted his hands for examination- dried blood welcomed him.
Bits of flesh also hanged from his usual pale hand.
“It’s cold” Eggchan muttered before he realized that it was indeed cold.
Wemmbu paused his white noises yap session.
Eggchan finally decided to see what the imp was doing the whole time- the angel craning his neck for a better view.
Wemmbu immediately stopped Eggchan from doing so- putting his hand against his chest so he laid flat on the ground again.
“Don’t, please. You’ll make the healing process worse” Wemmbu said, his voice carried a shakiness that the usual cocky imp didn’t have.
Eggchan took his time rolling the sentence around his mind. Right, stay still.
His vision blotched again, flickering between black spots and the purple blob that snapped his fingers in his face. Didn’t help how his once cold body seemed to switch to sudden warmness in a few seconds.
Now it was too hot.
Eggchan felt a hand press against his (approximately) forehead. His head wings quivered slightly, feathers ruffled by it.
Wemmbu muttered something, or maybe Eggchan’s hearing was now non-existent.
The imp went back to whatever he was doing earlier. Egg guessed it had to do with how he felt pain, which he’s been ignoring till it felt relevant again, around and in his abdomen.
Wemmbu’s face contorted into a haunted one. Lips thinning.
“This is going to sting,” Wemmbu conceded with a sigh. “If I’m doing this right”
Then Eggchan felt liquid pour onto his abdomen, which burned. He could quite literally feel the effects immediately- skin cells regenerating and snitching themselves together quickly and roughly. Organs hazardly being pushed together forcefully.
And Egg spasmed in response. Wings fluttered around, twitching and shaking erratically. Oxygen was hard to inhale and his chest started to hurt.
Wemmbu’s eyes widened in fear, reaching out so that Eggchan didn’t hit anything. It continued for several seconds, till the angel stopped abruptly.
The imp held his breath.
For a moment, the angel's chest didn’t rise and Wemmbu was afraid that he messed up terribly. Lost his only true and loyal friend.
But then it passed and Eggchan took a breath in, eyes blinking rapidly. Wings idly shook from his sudden panic.
The imp sighed a huge breath of relief. Shoulders slumping in complete relief. He quickly took a look at Egg’s wound- finding that there wasn’t a gaping hole. Dried blood still lingered, and a metallic smell could be tasted, but the wound was gone and Wemmbu didn’t care about anything else.
Eggchan still winced in pain when he shifted to sit up, Wemmbu didn’t stop him even if he probably should’ve.
The angel tilted his head, assumingly about to say something stupid to ease the tension.
Wemmbu just wrapped his arms around Egg, dropping his head onto the other's shoulder. His impish tail thumped the ground in content
Eggchan leaned into it, after shifting so the imp wasn’t touching his just regenerated stomach.
“You look like shit by the way” Wemmbu muttered angrily into Egg’s shoulder. His grip tightened slightly.
“I can say the same thing about you too”
Wemmbu snorted at that- needing something light compared to the last few hours he’s had.
It settled into sweet, sweet comfortable silence. The soft and even breathing of Egg made Wemmbu realize he really should remember the mundane moments that he usually would forget. Because there’s something special about moments like those.
Eggchan shifted after a while, and Wemmbu lifted his head to really make sure that the angel was there. Ruffled feathers and a eyeball greeted his field of vision.
“Yo” Wemmbu said.
“Sup”
“How do you feel?” The imp asked, reaching up to smooth a stuck out plumage.
“Uh, honestly? Absolutely horrible- horrendous and terrible” Eggchan replied with a small wince when he moved too fast.
“Would’ve felt better if you got my medical shulker” Eggchan added after a moment's thought.
Wemmbu paused his preening job. Slowly turning to Eggchan with a death glare, eye twitching at the thought of Egg having a stupid MEDICAL shulker the whole time.
“You’re telling me that I had at least ten heart attacks while you were dying with a MEDIC SHULKER?” Wemmbu groaned, hands coming up to clench his hair angrily. Tail lashing behind him.
Eggchan blinked innocently.
"At least I didn’t die yo, would’ve been a lame death anyway. Blood loss?” Eggchan shrugged, but then he turned to Wemmbu with a more serious expression.
“But thank you Wemmbu. I don’t think I would’ve lived without your help” Eggchan replied softly.
Wemmbu sighed, dispersing any anger he held earlier. But he still felt a bit petty.
“You’re good, and your welcome” Wemmbu said and immediately laid down beside Egg to finally have a breath of relaxation.
“I think I need to sleep for the next few weeks”
Eggchan, with some effort, settled back down. Looking up at the cave ceiling.
“Same bro”
Yeah, he’s gonna invest in a medic shulker next time.