Chapter Text
Nature dictates that parrots are prey animals.
| Parrotx2 joined the game
Parrot blinked. A pillow was smushed against his cheek, soft and comfortable under his face. His wings twitched, he could feel a blanket covering them, light enough to not stress them. He squinted at what was in front of him, an iron block with iron bars peeking at the top. He was lying in a bed on his stomach and he was the most comfortable he had been in years.
He breathed out, the feathers of his head wings trembling with the exhale. The sun was starting to rise, warm rays landing on his prone form. One in particular glared in his eye, forcing Parrot to close it. Time to get up.
| Parrotx2 was smashed by LettuceK with [Executioner]
| Parrotx2 left the game
What was that?
…
Parrot shot upright. He stumbled out of bed, his dark eyes darted around for the first time, finally taking in where he was. Gleaming iron bars, sturdy iron blocks lining the bottom. Some essential furniture disposed neatly in the small space. Wooden flooring creaking every time Parrot shifted around. And a pillar at the center of it all, with an item frame hanging on it, a music disk being exposed in it.
He knew exactly where he was.
But he hadn’t been there in forever and it shouldn’t have been possible for him to ever be back here again. Not only because he was supposedly dead (he’ll have to process that later), but also because it didn't exist on the server anymore.
His old Spawn base had been destroyed in the making of the Mafia’s Spawn prison.
Parrot stared at the broken disc for all of two seconds before deciding to grab it. If that was what he thought it was, then he would at least know where he was. Or better yet, when he was.
His eyes searched the base. It had been a long time since he had last been there, he didn't fully remember where everything was. Luckily, spotting the jukebox was no issue. Just as he thought, the disk started playing Spoke’s pre-recorded voice. Parrot let out a long breath, letting it play for a few more moments before taking out the disk. He had already listened to it over and over again, so much so that he probably could recite the message off of the top of his head.
‘Alright Parrot, listen. This world has a secret, this is something that can change Unstable forever, and I’d love to tell you what it is, but you have to show me that you deserve to know it’
So his suspicion was right. Somehow, Parrot had woken up right before his scavenger hunt to discover “Unstable’s greatest secret” was supposed to start.
And yet he had died. His bones still ached, there was a heavy sort of fatigue that plagued his mind and weighed him down. He was dead, Lettuce had killed him. Couldn't he rest now? Hadn't he done enough? Was this some sort of punishment? Parrot really, really didn't want to play this game again.
He stared at the broken disk in his hands. He felt tired. Whatever he chose to do now, he promised himself that he wouldn't waste all that time and energy on Spoke's senseless, cruel little trick with-
Right.
Wifies.
Since Parrot needed another person for the escape rooms, right around this time he would invite Wifies to the Server. He’d get banned, Parrot would go against the PrinceZam Empire to free him, and he'd end up staying on Unstable.
Refusing to do Spoke’s scavenger hunt would also mean that Parrot had no real reason to invite Wifies on.
…
Would that be such a bad thing?
Parrot’s hands stung, the sharp edges of the broken disk were digging into his skin. He hadn’t even noticed he was gripping it that hard, lost as he was in his own thoughts. Maybe he should just let this be for now. First he had to figure out how he had been revived.
Or why actually.
He shook his head, as if that would clear it up. Putting the disk back in the item frame, Parrot started pacing around his base. Just a bit ago, he was dead with no hope of ever coming back. Not that Parrot particularly wanted to, especially not in the past. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was completely stumped. He had no way of fixing this, except maybe killing himself, but-
He didn’t really want to.
Was there even anything to fix? Maybe he was just supposed to re-live everything, go through the same hurt again. Maybe this was hell.
He had to get himself together,spiraling would be of no use right now. But what would be of use? He had no obligations towards anyone at this time. If he remembered correctly, he had just been wronged by Wemmbu and messed with Spoke, who’s now looking for revenge on him, hence the rigged scavenger hunt.
Parrot should leave. Let Spoke cool off and Wemmbu forget about all of that had happened. Let them put Parrot himself in the back of their minds, only some guy that they once met.
After all, looking back at it, wasn’t it always Parrot’s fault?
He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes staring unseeingly at the iron bars in front of him. He had had a similar realization when he was still with B.A.T., after the second time Leo had tried to kill him. And he had been right then, wasn’t he? Just like how he was right now.
Parrot had always been the cause.
Wifies had joined this mess of a Server because of him.
Rek, Derapchu, Jumper and Ken had gotten kidnapped because of him.
Luigi was killed because of him.
Dean had rejoined the Mafia because of him.
Horace had lost everything because of him.
The Farlands Civilization had fallen because of him.
Dean had died because of him.
BAT had gotten tormented because of him.
Nufuli was killed because of him.
Wifies had become the Director because of him.
Theo had risked his life countless times because of him.
Boomie had probably gotten found so easily because of him.
Wemmbu couldn’t have had his peace because of him.
Spepticle sacrificed himself because of him.
Naparizel died because of him.
Ace gave his life because of him.
He constantly messed everything up, no matter what he actually tried to do. The people who hung around him always ended up paying heavy consequences for his actions.
He felt sick. The room was spinning now and he was lightheaded. He fell gracelessly on the bed, lying on his back despite the uncomfortable pressure it brought to his wings.
As he stared at the blank ceiling, the perfect solution finally came to him.
Perhaps, this time around, it would be best if he didn’t get involved with anyone at all.