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“Wemmbu!” His best friend yelled, feathers rustling against his fragile face, stretching out his somehow-even-taller-than-himself milky white wings, which let out a satisfied pop. “Look, dude! See how high this cliff is? I’m going to jump off and learn how to fly all on my own bro!”
And Wemmbu hesitated. How could he not, when Eggchan was right there, so close and yet so far away, spouting some delusional nonsense, some bullshit like he’ll jump off into Mojang knows where, pitch black, empty with nothing but wind, and won't kill himself in the process of it. Wemmbu's fingers were twitching and screaming for him to stop his only, dearest best friend.
Sure, he had never refused Eggchan’s wishes to doing things by himself, even when Egg was simply too weak to even walk straight for the first few weeks they had met, or the fact that his pale blue gaze would sometimes will be so unfocused that his own friend became a mere blur, Wemmbu never mentioned it and let Egg decide things for both of them anyway. He would even offer his heart on a silver platter for Eggchan if that's what Eggchan wanted.
But Wemmbu wanted to tell him no. He wanted to tell his weak and fragile and small and oh so precious friend let’s not do this, let's get inside and have something nice to drink and cuddle on those stupid pillows that you begged me to buy, and then maybe we can try flying another time when you're feeling better.
He wanted to tell him that 'another time' was soon enough, so long as it meant keeping him whole.
He did not understand why he felt this way, but surely someday he would.
Wemmbu called out, softly and cautiously as if he dared speak too loudly and Eggchan would stumble on his own weak legs and disappear forever: “Eggy, bro. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“It’ll be fine, just trust me, won't ya?” Eggchan said with a gentle smile, eyes scrunched up as he laughed and suddenly all of Wemmbu's urge to say no vanished. Because he was weak like that, because if you’d taken a look at his goddamn best friend’s face, you wouldn’t have the strength to refuse him too.
And so Wemmbu gave in.
For a second, Eggchan hovered in the air, as light as a feather. The wind caught under his beautiful wings, a smile so bright on his face, and Mojang, if Wemmbu could, he would have devour this moment and lock this scene somewhere deep in his heart.
And then he didn’t. And then Eggchan crumbled and Wemmbu thought his world had, too. Gravity hit his best friend like a rock and Egg’s entire body gave up, letting the darkness swallow him whole.
Wemmbu froze, hand caught in the air for a split second, trembling and so unlike him. His eyes swelled up with tears and legs almost gave up. Then the demon took out a water bucket from his inventory and threw himself into the abyss, the liquid spilling in his hand as he chased his precious friend toward the ground.
Wemmbu landed with a splash, and oh Mojang. Here he was, motionless against the soil. Eggchan’s neck was twisted in the wrong direction, warped and strange, his wings bent abnormally, body limp and Wemmbu helplessly thought that, maybe he is just sleeping.
But he knew that wasn't it. So Wemmbu cried out, ugly and desperate. His stomach churned with bile and he couldn't breathe. For a moment, he prayed to whoever above was willing to listen please, please just steal away my air and give it to Egg. That's all I want, please let him come back to me. And if he had reached out for a second sooner, perhaps Eggchan wouldn't be lying here, with blood staining his once pure, so well-kept pearly wings and then he could sulk all he wanted that Wemmbu had stopped him.
Hope was a luxury he couldn't afford; there was no way to bring him back now. His dearest friend vanished right into thin air, the silence that followed punctured only by the sharp, clinical chime of Wemmbu’s communicator. It took a long time, as if years, for him to raise his trembling hand and faced with the digital epitaph scrolling across the screen:
eggchan fell from a high place, it read.
And the world crumbled.
Years had passed since that day. Wemmbu had moved on and started a new life and got stronger and so that none of his friends would have to face the same fate again.
(Friends. That’s strange, he didn’t even think he had any ‘friends’ other than Eggchan. His ego was too high for him to even dare make a mere friend anyways.
Pathetic.)
Whatever, Wemmbu thinks, there is a new server open recently, I should check it out. And so Wemmbu did. He walked until his legs were numb and could no longer feel it, he rushed until his breath ran out and he wheezed his lung out like the fugitive he is, for his crimes he had committed and will be on the run for the rest of his life. And then Wemmbu arrived.
The server was large, he had to admit. There weren't many players yet, the animals roamed around freely near the spawn. Not too bad.
Wemmbu hummed as he got closer to spawn. Maybe there are some buildings. Or bases? He could get some food, too–
Egg.
EggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEggchanEGGCHAN–
No. No. He must be hallucinating. Someone must have hit him with some sort of potion. His head must have played a mind trick on him. Eggchan is dead. He took his last breath right before Wemmbu’s own eyes and no way he is alive now. Wemmbu saw his best friend’s body disappear into thin air, leaving no time for decay to catch up. Wemmbu knows it. Wemmbu knows that fact like the back of his hand. Eggchan is gone.
So why is he here now?
Why is Eggchan here? Breathing and alive and all smiling with that same grin and suddenly Wemmbu wheezed out. Eggchan. Eggchan. Eggchan. It’s him. It’s really him. It’s his Eggchan, Wemmbu’s Eggchan, Wemmbu’s clumsy and fragile and precious Eggchan which he absolutely adores to hell and back and he will not let Eggchan slip away this time.
He felt his legs moving on their own and ran straight into Egg’s arms, his senses collapped and how couldn’t he, when Egg, his dear, dear, dearest best friend was right there, who laughed softly, let out the most beautiful sound in the world, who loved him in ways that rewrote him, who trusted him with all of his well being, who Wemmbu prayed for every night to come back.
Maybe he is insane. That’s alright. As long as he has Eggchan, everything is alright
“Oof! …Brother, do I know you?”
What?