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“Helloooo? Anyone here to sell me PVP stuff?” He turns around a corner in the strangely deserted town, spotting a dead body in a pool of items and blood.. “Oh-Okay, then.” Grips his sword a little tighter as he walks to the center of the village to survey the area. Looking down silently at him from a brick rooftop is the invisible player.
“Wait, what? How are - how are you here? I - I didn’t even know I was gonna be here.” Surprise and nerves color his voice.
“Are you scared?” the invisible player says. Great attempt at aurafarming.
“Uh - I mean - not particularly, no,” he laughs. “Especially with corny lines like that.”
“Well, you will be soon,” the invis person says as they stasis away. Wemmbu barely has time to pull out his shield before a shadow plummets from the sky and slams into him. His purple-bannered shield lies on the ground in three useless fragments.
“What-”
“Wemmbu. Are you scared now?” Where is that voice coming from? He stab-shots the nearest house, hoping to see the pop of a totem. He’s not stupid enough to wish for a death message. “The most powerful weapon on the server.” Amusement distorted through their voice changer. Where are they? “And yet you still don’t know how to use it.” Glances all around him and sees no one. Double stab-shots the last house as panic rises in his throat, a wild trapped animal struggling to get out.
“Up here,” and the invisible player walks into Wemmbu’s line of sight. “Out of strikes, finally.” He can hear his smile. “Better dodge,” as he’s shot up into the sky and he’s ensnared in a sticky trap of cobwebs and ancient debris. He thrashes around, hitting a floor of ancient debris with a thump. Opened fence gates surround him as he throws wind charges.
“Yo- what-”
“Welcome,” the invisible player says satisfiedly, watching Wemmbu frantically open and close fence gates. What kind of trap is this? Pistons start to shift the room, smashing him into a wall. “What the-” He pots himself up with the few remaining materials he has, glass shards lodging themselves into his arms, something Egg would usually fix up. “Yo- what the-” a panicky laugh forces itself out of his throat. “Where are we?” Keeps hitting the invisible player as they chew on an enchanted golden apples. Rich bastard.
“Attacking me is pointless, we have mining fatigue.” As if I didn’t know. “You’re not getting out.”
You’re not getting out. It’s a trap, an inescapable trap, and he’ll be shipped off to wherever the invisible player wants to be killed or imprisoned. Egg will die after that, with no one to protect him. The thought sparks panic in him as he spams more wind charges.
“You’re just wasting resources.”
“Ya, no, I don’t care, I’m just gonna waste your resources too.” Fighting is what he defaults to when he panics - engraved in his soul, although it’s not who he wants to be. It’s a part of him now and there’s no getting rid of it.
“Okay, we can do this all the way there,” the player says. “We’ll be there soon.” Where is there? So many questions.
“Okay, you’re right, this is really stupid.” Not as if I could kill you before we get there, and even then I’d still be trapped. “What - How - How are you just teleporting around from place to place?” He waits a few long seconds as the machines click around him to keep him company. “Hello?”
“You know, I thought I was going to ban you. But you made a lot of enemies on this server… And they’re willing to pay way more for you alive. Our destination isn’t far from here, Wemmbu. Sit tight. We’ll be there shortly.” What are you, a caravan leader?
“That didn’t answer my question…”
“And I was thinking,” the person gloats, “I’ll find Egg once I deliver you.” A smug smile on their face, if Wemmbu could see it. Panic sparks inside of him again. He needs to get out and find Egg now. Mines away at the fence gates and the hardened debris.
There's no use. Mining fatigue weighs heavy on his shoulders - the guilt of you failed you failed you failed Egg will die Egg will die.
“Not much longer now.” The voice changer again. He looks at the invisible player.
“Where are we even going?” Maybe if he knows, he’ll find out how to get back to Egg. He waits. Nothing.
“Whatever.” I don’t know what I expected.
“Who paid for Egg to die?” They’re obviously a mercenary. But he couldn’t imagine who Egg would have beef with. No response, again.
“What could that- I - I really feel like you’re being vague and mysterious for no reason. What-what reasons could you possibly have for needing Eggchan dead.” All his scholarly talk, but he’s innocent. One of the nicest people Wemmbu’s met.
“Helloo? Okay. Awesome.” Meanders to a corner. “How far even is this.” Not expecting an answer. To his surprise, the invisible player replies.
“Just a few thousand blocks.”
“Okay.”
“We’ll be there shortly, don’t worry.” They sit in silence for a while, until stained glass rolls around and the place stops moving. Wemmbu glances around - starts mining at the glass. It’s obviously too slow, so he switches tactics and tries to wind charge himself out. Fruitlessly opening and closing the fence gates.
“I’ll still kill you if you escape here. Don’t try anything.” A hollow warning. You just lost all your aura, buddy, he thinks delightedly in the back of his head as he mines the debris.
“Hold still, now,” the player says, gripping him suddenly with iron hands. No no let me out I need to find Egg and then sharp glass shards rip into him once again.
“There,” the invisible player says from far, far away. He’s dizzy, and tired. “Now you’ll be obedient for the rest of the ride.” Why, though? It doesn’t… it doesn’t matter…
Wemmbu! Parrot calls from far away.
What wonders a Weakness 2, Slowness 4, Blindness, and Nausea potion can do, someone says from even farther away.
And then he’s out like a light.