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Everything was so nice at first,he was in a perfect,safe heaven,an wealthy earth full of trees,animals,nice people,minerals and clean source of water.He made friends,hanged out,enjoyed his time and earned his materials fairly.
And most of everything,he had Fluixon, oh,funny,charming,sarcastic and passionate Fluixon,his first friend on the rich island and the one he most valued.
Why did It have to change?Why did he do that to him?Just,why? If Fluixon had just said something,asked,anything really,Saps would have helped,no matter If It was moraly acceptable or not.
But no,Fluixon just had to betray him,to use him as a scape goat,all because he was fucking paranoid.He hates to say this,but the apple sure doesnt fall far from the tree,uh? he's just like his father,taken over by paranoia and insecurity that consumed him whole till it ended him.
And despise everything,despise the framing,having people hating him so much that they wanted to execute him,being left to die on one way or another,the manipulated trial,putting an huge bounty over his head and causing an war.Saparata couldnt help but love Fluixon despise all the things he did,to him and others.
Its weird isnt It?Still being in love with the same person that ruined so many things,the one he killed in that collusion...God,the vision of Fluixon's eyes that were so full of mirth and warm slowly losing Its light still haunt his sleep.
He remember It all so cleary still,the way the man's skin felt as cold as the snow biome he was when he thought of jumping off an tower instead of warm,warm like that time they had lean against each other for warmth while they watched the sun setting inside the house they were building together.The way Fluixon looked at him one last time and smiled,fucking smiled with that perfect stupid lips despise the blood dripping down from them as he died,his eyes looking at Saps so lovingly that make him almost break down just remembering It before turning cold when his soul was taken away from him.
Curse Fluixon for having fallen to the hands of the very thing that killed his father when he knew it would take his life as well.Curse Fluixon for causing the deaths of so many people over an fucking "what if" that never happended.Curse Fluixon for making him kill him when he made him love him so damn much.
Now Saps is here,spending his days away sitting infront to the grave he made for that damned man,refusing to eat or live properly because how can he when his heart is so broken?when he cant move on from the good and bad memories,of the thoughts about what could have happpend If It was different?
He's going to stay here,and die infront to the grave of his first friend and first enemy.The last face he will ever see, nothing but his head,an fake face that looks exacly like the man he loved before It all occurred, still so young and fresh,not like the desesperate,manic and sleep deprived Fluixon he saw in the last day of war.
Uh,Fluixon always get what he wants,dont he?Even burried six feet deep underground,his wish for Saparata death will be accepted and granted, for Saps will die of starvation or by any random mod that manage to arrive first and kill him since he is now weak and unwilling to even lift himself up from where he sat.
Maybe this is what Fluixon planned as well,for Saps to die filled with sorrow and peace now guarranted in the two Islands,for there is no peace without an war and he managed to do one.
What a cleaver,cruel man you are,Fluixon.
As Saparata lay down on the dirt,breath shallow,skin clinging into bones,his blurried eyes lay on Fluixon's head on top of the grave and an weak smile appear on the pale man's face,memories flowing in his head so vividly he feels like he is actually back in time,there,reliving It.
"There's no way you actually have no idea how you want your house, Saps." — Fluixon say,arms crossed as he give the man infront of him a look.
"Hey!I did have one,but you rudely teared It down." — Saps reply,poiting at the torn paper that he have drawn his house plant still lying down on the grass.
"That aberration,dont even fit at the category of "house",Saps.It looked like an typical,stereotype cartoon farm building that toddlers manage to perfectly replicate on a paper with the only existent diference on it being the fact there was an big copy of your ugly messed up face on It."
The pale man gaps at Fluixon words and place his hand on his chest, looking offended before looking away,pounting. "Damn,no need to roast me either,Mister Architect.Just do it yourself If youre so good at everything."
And he did,a very amaizing one too.Fluixon was a good builder,better than Saps,not that he will ever admit it infront of Fluixon,he still have some pride ok?
"I just realized I have nowhere to sleep for the night now." Saps say out loud as he finish doing the base of his future house with Flux's help."That's fine,I expected that we wouldnt be able to finish It on one day.You can stay with me for the time being." Fluxion reply casualy as he also finish the second layer of blocks over the base.
"Wait,dont you have just one bed on your bed?" — Saps ask, turning to look at Flux with more attention now.
"Yeah,I didnt say you will sleep on the bed with me,moron.You will sleep on the couch." — Fluixon say and give Saps an grin.
"What?!No way! that couch of yours make me ache just sitting in It for a while,imagine sleeping."
"Then build your own bed,lazy ass!"
Oh, how he misses bickering with Fluixon without a care...such good,golden times.How did their friendship become so violent?
Maybe in another universe we can be happy,enjoy each other company,be side by side,maybe even own an restaurant together,just vibing despise the things that might happen around us,that might be nice, right?
Yeah,maybe in another life, friend...