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Lomedy,
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean to get your farm destroyed and you captured by Law.
I'm going to get you out. I promise.
I'm going to get you back your mace, the one you lended to me.
Maces were never my strong suit. Reminds me too much of an old friend rival.
Come back to me.
I miss you.
- Your friend
-F.F
—
Flame never sent that letter. It remained stashed in his shulker box where the mace resided.
—
Lomedy,
I hate you.
I hate you for calling me a lost cause.
I'm everything but.
At least I don't run from fights.
Why didn't you run?
Why did you give in?
Why?
I hope prison is treating you well. I know how much you enjoy meticulous tasks.
I'll get you out, I promise.
-F.F
—
Flame cried himself to sleep that night.
He never sent that letter, Burned it to ashes in anger.
—
Lomedy,
I need to be stronger.
I failed you.
I wasn't strong enough.
I am a lost cause.
I'll be stronger. I'll work harder, I'll get you out of that stupid prison and I'll defeat Law.
I won't even kill that caracal fucker Lettuce. I don't even care about him.
I'll get you out, and I'll give up my title and we can rebuild your farm, expand it chunk by chunk.
I promise.
-Flame
—
Flame was attacked by Law before he could finish signing his name.
He never got to send it.
—
Lomedy, do you miss me?
Do you regret your words?
I regret mine.
I regret treating you like you were expendable. You're not.
You're everything but.
Come back to me, meddy.
-Flame
—
Lomedy,
I found Swight. Yeah. The Swight. He's with the law. The only way I could get trained by him was going invis and using a stupid voice changer.
I hope you're doing well.
I dunno what prison is like there. Wemmbu told me a bit about it.. not that I care.
I wish I wasn't exiled so you could see these. I've written you so much.
Would you even read them?
Would you care?
I care about you.. in my own way.
I wish I showed it more.
I will. Once I get you out, I will.
I promise.
-Flame
—
Flame got close to sending it, signing it off as Lomedy's distant relative.
He will never know if Lomedy received it.
Maybe he doesn't want to know.
—
Lomedy was in the farms one sunny morning, planting and replanting crops per his job. It was like he was back at the farm with his friends.. minus the fact Lopezz was staring bullets into the back of his head.
Lomedy wiped sweat from his brow as Lopezz yelled at them to come over and deposit all items. Then was the item check with the cakes.
Then, as they were finally allowed lunch, Lopezz stopped him.
"Letter for you." She says. Lomedy blinks, taking it from her hand suspiciously.
"From.. who?" He asks. Lopezz shrugs.
"Don't care. Get your ass to lunch, inmate." She hisses. God, she must be the life of the party, he thinks with an eyeroll he doesn't let her see. He walks over towards the bustling cafeteria, taking a seat at one of the far tables as he opens the letter.
He starts pulling about possible people it could be, though he doesn't land on anything. The letter is sealed in an empty, mysterious white envelope that only has his name written across from it.
Opening it he unfolds the paper, and begins to read.
His throat chokes at every heartfelt letter.
But this is Flame we're talking about. FlameFrags, the cold-blooded killer who massacred a thousand players with Wemmbu.
Flame just wants to get on his good side to have Lomedy be his pawn.
But Lomedy is his own person.
He doesn't need Flame's empty promises or sorrowful stories.
He balls the paper and tosses it towards the bin, skipping lunch for today.
—
Lomedy,
How have you been?
I've been well.
I got trained by Swight! The Swight! I learned shield tactics and this really cool thing you do with your bow to boost yourself forwards. I'm a little slow at it, but I'm getting the hang of it slowly.
He reminds me of you.. in a way.
I had to betray him. He didn't know who I was, the invis and all. But we ended on good terms, not before fighting to the death but—I'm one step closer towards you, Meddy.
Wait for me, will you?
-FlameFrags
P.S. Did you recieve my letter?
—Flame
—
Swight allowed Flame to send another letter as a final favor. Flame thanked him endlessly.
He hopes Lomedy sees them.
—
Lomedy was forced awake one morning by Lopezz bursting into his prison cell.
"Another letter." She says. Lomedy rubs sleep away from his eyes as he takes the envelope with a murmured word of thanks. Loppez only gives him a hum as she leaves.
Lomedy sits on the edge of his bed as he opens the envelope, already suspecting the worst.
And yeah, it's Flame once more.
Lomedy doesn't read it, tucking it under his pillow instead.
—
Lomedy,
I miss you.
Nights and days are so empty without you.
I passed by a field of sunflowers on my way to finding Manepear.
They remind me of you so much.
But yeah, Manepear.
The Manepear.
I wanna get trained by him in the spear.
I know, I know, you hate violence.
But I'm doing this for you.
I'm not violent.
I don't wanna be.
I'll train hard for you, I promise.
-Flame
—
Lomedy,
I learned how to use the spear!
Well, mainly attribute swapping. It was great. I haven't seen Mane in so long. I missed him.
I got captured by law for a bit. I thought I'd see you again, but they sent me somewhere else.
Mane helped me escape.
I'm getting closer to you, meddy.
I promise.
-FlameFrags
—
Flame really wanted to send that one. Showed it off to Manepear.
He never did.
—
Lomedy,
I'm tired.
The law is constantly up my ass, I can't get a break.
I don't want to fight.
But I have to.
For you, meddy.
I will get you your mace back, and I'll defeat Law, and I'll get you out of prison, meddy.
I promise.
—F
—
Flame fell asleep in Mane's home when he wrote that.
It remained unsent.
—
Lomedy,
I found Itz. Yeah. The ItzRealMe. Taught me how to use the mace and everything.
I used your mace to practice. Reminded me of that time, way back then—when I helped protect your farm.
Do you remember that?
Back then I didn't wanna use the mace. I thought it was cheating and dishonorable.
I feel.. indifferent to it now.
I miss you a lot..
-Flame
—
Flame didn't have time to send that, too busy practicing the mace.
He wonders if Lomedy read his previous ones.
Or if he even cares.
—
Lomedy,
I learned how to meditate. You would like that, wouldn't you? I learned how to get into something called "The Zone".
It calms me down, leaves me more down-to-earth.
You would love it.
Maybe once I get you out we could meditate together?
‐Flame
—
Flame hesitated sending that one.
He never did.
—
Lomedy, I'm so close to you.
I'm going to get you out.
I just need to learn how to use carts, and I know exactly who to find.
-FlameFrags
—
Flame found a book and quill, deciding that if he would never send the letters.. he would keep them for himself. For closure, or whatever.
He was never a big person on sentiments.
—
Lomedy,
So much happened! My writing may be messy but- god, you should've seen me. I was insane!
I found TheoBaldthebird, the cart guybird always hanging with Parrot. Parrot's looking for Wemmbu or whatever—I don't care about that.
Theo taught me how to use carts, I learned many new strategies, like how to fast cart and make a large explosion from a singular cart.
I even got like.. horribly shamed by some big law commander but in the end I defeated him, all by myself.
I wish you were proud of me.
I'm so close to you, Meddy.
I'm going to get you out, I promise.
—Flame
—
Flame wasted a lot of ink writing that one down. Theo offered to send them to him, but Flame denied.
Theo didn't push it.
—
A big explosion makes the cobble under his feet shake, stray pebbles begin to stutter and tremble as stonebricks and obsidian get broken through. Another prison break. Lomedy stands at the farthest corner of his cell, making sure he doesn't take any damage.
He swore to the law that he would face his punishment, and he is known to be a man of his word.
His communicator buzzes loudly with kill messages, the names skyrocketing all from weapons from Wemmbu and... Flame.
Lomedy turns the communicator off. There's yelling from people and guards and broken out prisoners, but he remains standstill. A voidling in rainbow highlight colors traps him in a one by one after Lomedy denies wanting to leave.
"Suit yourself, pal." The voidling shrugs, enderpearling away.
Soon, the chaos dies down, leaving trails of rocky dust in their wake.
And there, again, is Flame, standing in front of him. With a pickaxe Flame breaks him out, but Lomedy remains standing, arms crossed against his chest.
"What are you doing, bro?" Flame questions with a tired, breathy chuckle. His cheeks are dusted in gravel, blindfold fraying at the edges, his dreads are messy and unkempt—so unlike the FlameFrags he met so long ago.
"I'm staying here, I'm not going with you—or anyone." Says the farmer, leaning back against the iron bars. Flame's chest rises and falls with heavy, labored breaths.
"I did this all for you, Meddy." Flame whispers. Lomedy frowns.
"Don't call me that—only friends can call me that." He hisses. Flame swallows, tossing broken rubble away with his sword.
"I'm getting you out, don't you want to leave? The law will be no more, I'm sure of it— I-"
"Why would I trust you? A murderer!" Lomedy yells. "What, you just want me out because you want something, don't you? A means to an end?" He spits, shoving Flame backwards.
He doesn't do much. Flame barely budges.
Lomedy wants to cry.
Or kill him.
Or.. something.
"I'm not a murderer—The Law is getting to your head, they're the bad people!" Flame states, waving around to the mess of destruction caused by the prison outbreak.
"This server, this.. world is meant to be what it is. People will die, people will thrive—that's what freedom is." Flame tells him.
Lomedy scoffs. "And freedom is killing anyone you see who looks at you wrong?" He questions. He sees Flame swallow.
"No- no, they.. they antagonize me first, they talk trash about my title-"
Lomedy chuckles, laughs. Its manic, it makes his stomach hurt and his eyes burn. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, maybe it's the dust in the air—whatever it is. "That's.. that's all this is to you, isn't it, Flame?" He asks.
"A title, your pride, your ego." He spits. "The second someone picks that apart you break. In fact, why haven't you killed me yet?" He questions with a sneered hum. "Last I recall, I called you a lost cause." He sees the way those two words land deep in Flame, like a critical hit he had no time to shield from.
"That's what you are, and that's what you'll always be." Lomedy murmurs.
"A murderer, and a lost cause."
Flame nods, takes a labored, heavy breath.
He equips a mace, a familiar one now that Lomedy remembers, one he lended Flame what feels like decades ago. A little yellow ribbon is tied to the end, Lomedy's own brand.
As well as the blood of innocents over it all.
"Your mace, as promised." Flame whispers, handing it to him. Lomedy doesn't even look at it.
"I don't care for it anymore." He finalizes sharply. His words cut like glass.
"I don't care for you. Not now, not never."
"You're dead to me, Flamefrags."