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Egg was dead…
Wemmbu’s thoughts didn’t form sentences at first… they just broke apart. Noise in his skull.
A pressure behind his eyes he couldn’t blink away.
The death-message read there, on his communicator.
His mind kept trying to reject it.
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No… no, this was wrong…
That can’t…
Egg doesn’t die… he doesn’t…
He was supposed to be the immortal hostage.
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His chest felt hollow, but too tight at the same time.
He didn’t know where to put his hands. He didn’t know where to put his breathing.
Something inside him kept aching for Egg’s presence… that steady warmth, that small laugh, the way he always grounded him. And every time his mind reached, there was nothing.
Just the empty space where Egg should have been… and that hurt more than anything physical ever had.
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He tried to replay the last moments they’d shared, but the memories kept breaking apart. His brain refused to hold them still.
Everything felt wrong.
Wrong texture.
Wrong color.
Wrong sound.
Even the air felt heavier, like the world itself had glitched.
His best friend. The only constant he had ever trusted. The one person who had never used him, never mocked him, never left.
Gone.
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Just because random player had decided to swing a weapon.
He had killed that player… his claws had moved before he’d even thought… but instead of relief there was only this disgusting, expanding void.
Revenge didn’t pull Egg back. Revenge didn’t warm that cold
The cold silence.
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Why didn’t I protect him?
Why wasn’t I there?
Why did I leave the room?
I could have saved him…
He could still be alive…
He could still be by his side…
The questions and guilt kept looping, sharper each time. They carved grooves in him. He couldn’t shut them up.
He didn’t know if he wanted to.
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When he placed Egg in the airtight glass coffin, his hands shook. He whispered something, he didn’t remember what… maybe he was begging, maybe apologizing.
He hated how small Egg looked without motion.
He hated that this was the last time he would ever lift him up.
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He built the room next to the library because Egg loved the books and learning new thing.
A room full of life, because he refused to let death win more than it already had.
He placed grass-blocks with shaking fingers
Arranged flowers he could barely see through the blur in his eyes
Replaced the ceiling with Sea Lanterns, because nothing felt bright enough to match Egg’s presence.
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Would Egg even like this…?
Wemmbu didn’t know…
He should know…
Why didn’t he know?
That thought hurt the most.
He had stayed beside Egg for so long, survived with him, shared everything that mattered.
But they never talked about this. Never talked about what came after. Egg had joked once about wanting something pretty, calm, surrounded by memories.
So Wemmbu tried. He built memories into the walls. He forced beauty into the floor. He tried to make the room feel alive so he wouldn’t have to face how dead Egg was.
But every time he looked at the coffin, the truth hit him again… like the world collapsing all over.
Egg wasn’t coming back.
And Wemmbu didn’t know who he was supposed to be without him.