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After getting Crucible back from sharpness, things seemed..
Off.
Crucible was being quiet.
Not her usual peaceful quietness. She seemed unsettled, and nervous. Even Gambit was silent, which was beginning to raise alarm bells in Wemmbu’s head.
He didn’t know what to do. He was so used to having both his maces argue and fill up the silence in his head. When Crucible had been stolen,Gambit had become quieter. He thought that with her back, everything would be fine again. It scared the dragon hybrid to no end. He couldn’t speak to Egg about this, he didn’t know about the conscious maces. The seraphim had no idea that his weapons could become corporal if they wanted.
Gambit and Crucible had bodies. They had minds with opinions and flaws that no one else but Wemmbu knew about.
It’s what made this situation so difficult. Wemmbu wasn’t good with feelings, everyone knew that. He would awkwardly cough and try to leave the room when people started crying. When Egg was sad, they best he could do was hug him and tell the angel everything would be okay.
He stood up.
He had to do this now. If Crucible stayed like this forever he didn’t know what he’d do. As much as he told the Maces he hated it, Wemmbu would be lost without his Gambits and Crucibles bickering. He would be lost without them. They were apart of him now. Just as he was apart of them.
Egg was asleep, softly snoring in his tent. So Wemmbu was easily able to sneak away without his friend noticing.
He pulled both Maces out of his inventory. Placing them on the ground and whispering.
”Crucible? Gambit?”
Slowly, two kids slowly faded into existence, in replacement of the maces in the snow.
Gambit, Who looked to be about six year old little boy was comforting a little girl about the same age. Both of their hair slightly resembled Wemmbu’s in length, at least for their age. It was mid-waist length. Both of them had little sweaters and shorts he had stolen from merchant city when had first met the twins. They both had socks instead of shoes though, it was hard enough to steal clothes without anybody noticing. At the time, he didn’t have a reason to go into a shoe store and awkwardly hang out by the kids section without it looking suspicious.
Crucible had her head in her hands, sniffing.
Wemmbu froze, he didn’t know how to comfort people, so he most definitely didn’t know how to comfort sad kids either.
He took a deep breath.
”Crucible? You okay?”
She mumbled, hiding her face deeper on the arms on top of her knees.
Wemmbu looked at Gambit for answers, but he looked like he was about to cry as well.
Wemmbu put his hand on Crucibles shoulder and awkwardly patted her.
“Hey.. its uhm. Its okay!” He looked away, desperately wanting to avoid this situation. Damn Sharpness, this would’ve never happened if he never stole crucible in the first place—
He felt a small figure rush into his body, wailing.
Crucible only forced herself into his his hold and cried, rather loudly.
Her little hands were gripping his shirt and he was pretty sure she was getting snot on it with how much she was sniffling right now.
“He kept using me. It hurt so bad, it was scary and i didn’t know what to do! He made me hurt you. Im sorry!” Crucible cried, begging for forgiveness for something that wasn’t even her fault.
”You didn’t mean to kid, he made you do it.”
He hugged her, not too tight, worried his nails might stab her if he did.
distantly, he heard quiet hiccups beside him.
The dragon hybrid turned, and eventually his eyes landed on Gambit. The boy was trying to keep his sobs silent but it only succeeded in making them louder.
The boy looked up before trying to wipe his tears away.
“Im sorry! I didn’t-hic-know what t-to do! Everything was so-so stressful and i tried my best to help you! But- i didn’t—“
Wemmbu held Gambit before bringing him into the hug with Crucible and him.
he sighed as both kids cried their little hearts out but this was the best he could do. He ran his hands through both the twins hair and slowly shushed their cries.
In the end, both of them had puffy eyes and dried tears left on their face.
And as much as Wemmbu didn’t want it, He knew that his maces didn’t want to go back to their original form.
Egg was going to wake up to a very confusing sight. Wemmbu was avoiding it anyway. The conversation would be so draining.
But Egg would have to deal with it. Wemmbu was sure that he could never let go of his maces the same way they were scared to let go him.
So, the man had brought both kids to his own tent and made sure to put both of the children’s hair into braids. He simply put a blanket over them, and as he was falling under the nights spell he could only silently giggle thinking of this best friends reaction the next morning.
…
“Wemmbu.”
The man only smirked.
”What the fuck is that. Bro. Theres no way you just kidnapped two random kids in the middle of the night.”
Wemmbu knew it was probably good to explain himself but it was funny to hear Egg’s confused rambling.
”Were in the farlands..!? What— how did you even do this?? Where are their parents?? Listen man, i-i can accept all the other crazy shit you do but kidnapping children?? What was even the point—“
And that was Wemmbu had grew bored and woke both of kids up, laughing at his friend’s face.
“Gambit. Crucible.” He held both his hands out and both maces easily transformed into their original forms.
Egg looked like he going to pass out.
That was the exact moment Wemmbu couldn’t take it anymore and started laughing so hard it sounded like it could shatter glass.
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“—ther?”
Wemmbu could distantly feel a small hand tugging on his blanket. What was it now. He had just came to bed after a long day, for some reason multiple people had decided they wanted Wemmbu’s head all at the same time. Crucible and Gambit were both on low durability.
His eyes slowly blinked open. Trying to assess what was happening around him. He looked down, just to see Crucible looking at him with a desperate expression, Gambit was right behind her, holding her hand as he held his other hand over his mouth.
“Father?” A name the twins had recently started calling him. He was not fond of it. Wemmbu was too young to be any kind of father figure right now, he wasn’t even responsible enough.
”..What.”
“Gambit threw up.”
Oh fuck no.
With all the self respect he had, Wemmbu turned around and slid himself under the covers, There was no way he reached this point in life. He thought he had at least 20 more years before he had a child at his side telling them threw up at dead in the morning.
What time was it?
”2:47.” Crucible responded, she still was looking at him expectantly, Wemmbu must’ve said his thoughts out loud again.
He ran his hand over his face tiredly.
”Why is this my problem?? You guys can clean it up just fine.”
”..My stomach hurts. Gambit feels too sick to talk right now—“ Thank god. “We don’t know what to do.. you’re supposed to help us!”
Wemmbu yawned. “And who said that?”
Gambit just gave him a glare as he gagged.
Maybe he could start training early if got up right now. It was for the better honestly, Wemmbu cringed at the thought of accidentally stepping on dried throw up in the morning.
The Dragon hybrid got up, asking the twins where it was. He turned on the light and stretched. Both kids were still waiting on him, but oh well. Now that got a better look at the weapons he noticed something.
Their hair both seemed to be disheveled and desperately needed to be brushed. Gambit had..throw up? On his sweater and Crucible had it on her hands.
Her hands?
Wemmbu slowly looked up, gagging as he realized that Crucible, had indeed used her throw up covered to wake him up. She had put them all over his blanket.
No wonder he smelled something. He gagged once again before heading out his bedroom door and letting the kids guide him to the unfortunate scene where Gambit decided he wanted to feel like shit.
He didn’t even want to describe it, But it definitely didn’t look like player vomit. Instead it looked like liquid xp particles.
Ew.
Eventually,Wemmbu forced himself to the clean the mess up with both kids watching. While cleaning, he realized both kids needed a bath, at one point he was sure they both tried to clean it up before asking him, what other explanation was there for the amount of vomit on both of them.
”Both of you,” The kids perked up at being mentioned, tilting their heads in unison, it was little creepy if he was being honest.
”Go to the restroom real quick, i’ll be there in a moment.” They looked confused at the orders, but were both too sick to argue or question him.
After a couple of minutes, Wemmbu had picked up all the cleaning supplies used and headed into the bathroom, he turned on the water to a reasonable temperature and told the kids to get in the bath.
The man had left just to go throw his bedsheets and blankets in the washer, along with both the weapons clothes.
When he got back, Wemmbu began to help both of them wash themselves. Both kids were horrible to clean, Gambit kept avoiding him whenever Wemmbu needed to wash his face and kept splashing him with water. Crucible wasn’t much better, every time Wemmbu looked away she would slowly sink into the water.
Eventually Wemmbu reaches the easy part.
Wemmbu's favorite part.
He slowly began to wash both of their hair, making sure to hold his hands over their eyes so no shampoo got into them. He was pretty sure gambit had fell asleep.
He never wanted to admit it, but knowing his maces, things that basically represented him at this point, had long hair just like him, made Wemmbu smile.
Just knowing he was responsible for both of their hair and keeping it healthy just as he was responsible for his own never failed to his day.
It was why Wemmbu had always made sure to braid their hair before bed, even if they were in their mace form. It's why he brushed both of the kids hair after battle.
As much as he claimed to hate the kids, he couldn't help but care for them as his own.
Just because he cared for them didn't mean Wemmbu didn't find his maces annoying.
They were. They horribly bickered after every fight and asked him way too many question for his liking. Maybe one day he could get some peace and quiet—
Hurkkkk..
Wemmbu looked down.
There was vomit on him.
There was vomit on him.
Wemmbu’s eye twitched.
He looked up just to see crucible with throw up on her mouth, looking at his hair.
As he followed her gaze he realized one tiny thing.
It was on his hair.
It was on his beautiful, wonderful hair.
The hair he had been so proud of. The hair he’d been growing long before he had been known on the server.
There was vomit all over him.
He screamed.
He was pretty sure he heard egg wake up and hit his head on something.
Gambit laughed. Crucible awkwardly smiled.
And Wemmbu?
Wemmbu looked like he was about to throw up himself.
Egg rushed into the bathroom with a scared look on his face, Wemmbu must have screamed pretty loud because Egg was a deep sleeper, its one of the reasons he was so easy to kidnap.
…
Egg walked in on a strange sight.
Wemmbu was leaned against a bathtub that held both his personified maces for some odd reason.
His friend turned to him in the most devastated face Egg had ever seen.
The man seemed like he was about to cry. Gambit was dying laughing and Crucible started gagging.
Wemmbu screamed again.
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The kids needed new clothes.
Desperately.
Gambit and Crucible had been walking around in the oldest clothes that Wemmbu had. They were practically ancient relics, but they were from when he was a teen so they still fit extremely oversized on the twins.
Their old clothes had been.. well ruined.
Both kids had thrown up on the clothing, which was just his old mentors Manes sweaters that were cut in half to fit how small the kids actually were.
You would think that because they were such big maces that their human form would be just as big, but no. The server gods or Admins had decided that no. They weren’t going to make things easy for Wemmbu. Instead they were going to practically force him to take care of two kids.
Wemmbus clothes had been ruined as well. It was easy to find himself another pair because he could just head to merchant city.
Unfortunately, as Wemmbu said before, People would be extremely suspicious if they saw him buying children’s clothes.
If people found out about Wemmbu’s maces he didn’t know what he’d do. They would have more chances of being kidnapped and too many people might try to see how the maces became kids. Not to mention the fact that they would probably be used as a liability just like how Egg always was.
He would never admit that his heart tightened at the thought of that.
So how exactly would Wemmbu get new clothes for them?
It would be easy to just let the kids wander around in his old clothes but they definitely weren’t practical.
Crucible would scrunch up her sleeves every second, sometimes delaying her quick transition into her weapon form. Gambit on the hand.. Gambit just kept busting his ass because he always tripped on the pants that Wemmbu gave him.
He never thought that he would see egg laughing at a kid falling down a flight of stairs before.
It was definitely an interesting sight to say the least.
He sighed.
”Why dont we just go to Minute?”
Egg stared like it was the most obvious thing in the world, he was preoccupying Crucible at the moment. She was being taught how to read because she was the only other one in the household who actually had patience for that type of stuff.
He wasn’t wrong though. Minute could be trusted with this secret. The voidling had always managed to never let any secrets make their way out into the public.
His decision was made.
So eventually, Wemmbu and Egg (+Gambit and Crucible) had made their way to the End.
“MINUTEEE” Wemmbu had whined to be let out while Egg was on the floor reading silently.
And after an extremely long time, Minute opened the gate.
He sighed at the visitors that he saw.
He ushered the duo in before closing the gate once again.
Heres the truth, Wemmbu and Eggchan were people Minute cared for quite deeply. Unfortunately, They always came to him with whatever problems they had gotten into at the time.
(ex: The law, Egg’s spawn point, Wemmbu’s fake identity, needing new gear, advice on the most random situations only two could get themselves into, etc.)
Despite all this, Minute knew he could never stop helping both of them. Wemmbu was an ender dragon after all, and Egg was the guardian angel of the man.
How could he not protect them when his whole job was to guard the end? That included the End’s prince and his advisor.
Earlier, Minute sighed because as soon as he had seen the two’s shoes through the gate he knew something was bound to happen. Wemmbu had looked nervous but still his face held the mischievous grin it always had. Egg on the other hand was trying to act nonchalant the moment they got here, it didn’t work very well. The man had the worse poker face he’d ever seen.
What could it be this time?
…
Thats when Wemmbu decided to awkwardly blurt out that he’s taking care of not one, but two children.
Who trusts Wemmbu with children.??
”Where are they?” Minute asked after a very tense moment of silence between the three of them.
”Right here.”
”..Did you lose them..?”
”I just said they’re right here Minute”
So, Wemmbu thought it was a great idea to just randomly manifest the two kids back into their humanoid forms.
Great.
After a lot of screaming, (It was weird to hear Minute scream..) they had eventually explained how Gambit and Crucible came to be.
”They need new clothes?”
”Desperately” As much as it was funny to see Wemmbu’s clothes getting messed up, Egg never wanted to see the kids having to wear some off his best suits ever again. Those were top quality!
“..And why would i have clothes for little kids??”
”Because Your basically a father..?”
“How.”
”YOU TAKE CARE OF LIKE HALF THE SERVER—“
…
So Minute didn’t have clothes for the kids. It was fun to let the kids run around in the end though, Both Egg and Wemmbu had always felt quiet safer there. There was nobody in the End to question Gambits and Crucible’s existence. They never got to go out and play.
”Stop hitting each other!!”
”Gambit hit me first!!”
”oh my god, stop hitting your sister!?”
Wemmbu cant stand these fuckass kids.
”And how am i the dad?”
Wemmbu’s eye twitched.
”WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT??”
…
Minute had told them to go to Princezam.
Wemmbu didn’t really like that idea.
He winced remembering how had yelled after Minute suggested it.
But after a lot of convincing, Wemmbu agreed.
He just had to get this over with, just an hour here and he’d be done.
Egg had as his wing over Wemmbu’s shoulder. A gesture that Egg used to silently comfort him.
He appreciated it.
Once they had gotten into the forest where the prince and his bodyguard lived, Wemmbu had let the kids get out of their weapon forms. It was a secluded area, and he would have to show the kids anyways.
The only reason Wemmbu was going to Zam was because one, The man could keep a secret. (Surprisingly..), two was because he also knew how to sew, and three was because Zam and Wemmbu shared a similar fashion sense. It would make sense to dress Gambit and Crucible, maces that represented him the same.
After making their way to Zam’s house, Wemmbu knocked on the door.
Well he tried to at least.
He had his hand hovered above the door for an embarrassingly long time.
Egg knocked for him.
It startled him, but he gave his friend a grateful nod. The kids were behind the two of them, after being forced to listen to his instructions.
The door opened and a netherite sword was swung in his face.
”what to do want.” Pangi demanded.
Wemmbu put on his facade of a smirk before replying. “We need your help, no need to be so rude.”
”..Wemmbu!! And Egg.. What do you need?”
“Is Zam here, Wemmbu had opened the door fully before letting himself in. Pangi didn’t seem to like that, he had stepped in front of Wemmbu like it was going to scare him.
“BEAT HIS ASS!!” Gambit screamed. So much for staying hidden until needed.
Pangi jolted in surprise, before looking at Wemmbu for answers.
”I told you I needed help.”
Thats what led to their current predicament.
Everyone, including Gambit and crucible were sitting at a table with a cup of tea.
”They need clothes?”
”Exactly what i said..” Wemmbu needs this conversation to be over.
“Why is that my problem though?”
“Zam.” Wemmbu glared.
”Okay! Okay! You’re lucky i needed something to do anyways.”
Zam had brought him and his weapons to a room full of cloth and sewing materials. Pangi had been forced out the room once it seemed safe and Egg had chosen to sit in the living room and finish the book he had taken his interest this week.
Zam had begun to take measurements of the children before he had begun to ask questions.
Where they came from(..Anvils?), How old were they? (How was he supposed to know?), If they wanted matching dresses—
“Dresses?”
”Obviously, Or would they be too impractical for them? We could do pants if you want.”
“Im a boy!” Gambit screamed in defiance, looking a bit hurt if he was being.
”..Suits then?” For some reason Zam had assumed Gambit was a girl because of his long hair, which to be honest, was a bit hypocritical.
“Im a girl!”
“Well how was i supposed to know??”
The kids had gotten into an argument with the Siren.
How surprising..
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Gambit had an idea. Crucible had argued against it but who was she to tell him what to do?
”Father’s going to be furious!!”
”He’s gonna be fine”
”Y’know how much he cares about this type of stuff! You’re being dumb Gambit!”
”Oh shush, Im gonna do it anyways so either you can watch me or you can sit around and wait until Father wakes up.”
Gambit had a pair of scissors leaning against the hair in his other hand.
Just one swipe and it would be gone.
Crucible had stared with worry, and a bit of anticipation but he knew she would never admit that.
The hair fell to the floor.
His sister gasped as she watched him giggle with each strand he cut.
Father was going to eat him alive.
…
Wemmbu woke up with a sense of dread in his stomach.
He quickly sat up and ran to Egg’s room. The man was nose deep in his most current novel, not even noticing Wemmbu. He sighed in relief before squinting like he was forgetting something.
Nothing was on fire, Egg was fine, No one was at the door, The kids were..
The kids.
He ran to their makeshift room and couldn’t find them in there. The kitchen was empty. So was the Living room, the dining room, the library and his armoury was empty as well.
Did someone kidnap them? How would he fight back if he didn’t have his maces?! Nukes are would have to do the trick. What if he couldn’t get them back? How would Crucible feel? Would Gambit be mad at him?
Wemmbu was breathing heavily, He knew he was panicking but he couldn’t bring himself to calm down. Those maces were everything to him.
snip.
A sound from the bathroom.
He hasn’t checked there yet!
Wemmbu ran and swung the door open, Gambit and Crucible were here. They were safe and—
..What were they doing?
They were both looking at him in shock, Gambit seemed awfully suspicious right now. He was sitting on the bathroom sink had a pair of scissors in his and around them there was hair on the ground.
His heart dropped.
Gambit awkwardly smiled, while Crucible started nervously giggling. Nervous habits they both developed.
Gambits hair was cut all choppy and only reached past his chin.
All Gambits hair was gone.
Wemmbu was going to have a heart attack. What possessed him to do this?
In. Out. In out. In out. In out.
Calm down. He just needs to calm down. It should be simple enough, but it didn’t come to him easily.
“You okay?” Gambit had asked nervously, it was weird sight to see and Wemmbu had to force his aways from Gambits hair.
In. Out.
Crucible’s little hands were trying to hold Wemmbu’s, he tried to latch onto them just so he could calm down but it barely helped.
He looked down at her but he quickly had to look back up because of the strands of hair that were on the floor.
Gambits hair was a mess, it was uneven and short. The bangs were way too choppy.
“I cant— why?” He muttered accidentally. Wemmbu was desperate for answers.
”i didn’t like it.” Gambit shrugged like it was obvious. He could’ve told Wemmbu. Why wouldn’t he?
It was just hair. Simple. It wasn’t even his. He didn’t know why he was panicking so much. Hair was precious to him, but he shouldn’t be mad over someone else’s hair. He was never mad when Egg chose to keep his hair short so why was he so mad over Gambits?
He couldn’t breathe.
He could distantly hear Crucible running. For what? He didn’t know.
Gambit was tugging at his own scalp, seemingly disgusted. Wemmbu didn’t know if it was because of his own reaction or if Gambit genuinely didn’t like how he cut it.
He could hear egg speaking to him. Comforting him the best way he could.
Egg put his wing on Wemmbu’s shoulder again.
He sighed, before breathing once again to calm down.
”sorry.” He said awkwardly.
”Brother, it’s fine but what got you all.. panicked like that??”
“Look behind you.”
Egg, in the most comical way possible, slowly turned his head.
He blinked before laughing.
The seraphim’s hand was covering his mouth and he was shaking.
“Omg your hair is so fucking ugly..” The man had quickly began to giggle like a maniac.
”ITS NOT THAT BAD!” Gambit screamed, but by the nervous look on his face, Wemmbu knew he was panicking about his hair too. Gambits feet stomped on the floor, like a child.
He was one, but it was always weird to remember that his maces were children.
Wemmbu walked behind Gambit and grabbed the scissors.
“Do you like it?”
”Like what?” Gambit responded, nervously staring at the scissors in his father’s hand.
“Your hair,”
Gambit slowly shook his head.
”do you trust me then?”
Gambit nodded, of course he did. Why would he not?
Crucible and Egg had left a while ago, talking about flower types or something. Gambit didn’t really focus on it, he was too focused on the uneven strands that surrounded his face.
Wemmbu cut a piece off, he winced while doing it but he knew that even if Gambits hair was short, he could at least know it still looked pretty.
Gambit was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, dissociating.(Something he got from his father..)
But then Wemmbu asked him a question about the real reason Gambit had chopped his hair off.
”..Zam said i looked like a girl.” He recalled to Wemmb, seemingly embarrassed.
“We looked identical. Me and Crucible are completely different.” Gambit rambled, Wemmbu continued cutting his hair to let hair to let the boy talk.
”Theres nothing wrong with looking like her, but i just— i wanted to look like myself. Not just another copy of someone else.”
Wemmbu understood. He knew what it felt like to hate being like others. In his early days, he hated being weak with the others. He wanted to stand out.
In the past though, sometimes, Wemmbu caught himself wanting to be like normal players.
That to his whole, Invis arc.
Wemmbu shook himself out of this and Grabbed both of Gambit’s shoulders.
He pointed the kid at the bathroom mirror.
”Like it?”
Gambit quickly out his focus on the mirror before quietly gasping.
Wemmbu laughed as he felt a small kid hug him like his life depended on it.
”thank you.” A quiet whisper that Wemmbu was surprised he didn’t miss.
Gambits hair was like a short layered cut, it reached it shoulders but it fit him well.
Wemmbu gave a small smile as he hugged the kid back.
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Wemmbu and the kids had just finished a fight with a group of random players, normally it would be fine but uhh..
Wemmbu hasn’t patched both of his maces up in a while. When he was fighting those random chungies Wemmbu looked at the Gambits durability and realized it was 14/246.
So, as any ordinary player would do he switched to his other mace.
45/250.
So Both of his were maces fucked up, it was fine seeing as he just.. Nuked the players and left but still!
As much as Wemmbu avoided repairing his maces all the time,Now that the kids had actual real life forms they always seemed tired. It would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the fact that the twins were his problem now. It was not fun to deal with an overly annoyed Gambit and a sleep Crucible. She kept falling asleep whenever she could. Which, again, would’ve been fine if she decided to not sleep on his shoulder every time!
Egg kept laughing at the fact that there was a six year old laying on him every 30 seconds. Not a fun experience.
Begrudgingly, when Wemmbu got home he had gotten the kids to sit down in the living room.
The dragon was looking through his Ender chest for any sign of XP bottles and enchantment books.
”why do you need to mend us! The scars make me look coolll” Gambit groaned, Wemmbu could hear Crucibles soft snores on the couch.
“Because,Gambit Your durability’s low. And if your durability’s low that means you’re severely injured. Even its not noticeable.” These kids were so damn stubborn it was tiring, is this how Egg felt whenever Wemmbu refused to be healed?
Gambit whined, it was giving Wemmbu a horrible migraine at this point.
It wasn’t the first time Wemmbu wished these kids would shut up and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
”Wake your sister up.”
”She’s just going to fall asleep again!”
”Then help her stay awake” Wemmbu started to put the books down and the XP bottles near him.
“This isn’t fair!!”
”Gambit.” Wemmbu’s eye twitched.
Crucible had awoken with a start before quickly falling back asleep.
Wemmbu had quickly grabbed her before she completely face planted on the floor and decided it was easier to mend her first. He had started to read each line on the book while struggling to hold the girl up. As the magic had spread over her body she seemed to pass out again. She was a handful but it was easy enough where he got in done in about ten minutes.
Now onto gambit.
He looked around just for no sign of the boy. He sighed before yelling the kids name. He did not feel like doing this right now, he hadn’t even been able to patch himself up because the kids needed to be mended first.
”Gambit, it just a quick fix. Come on out.”
Silence.
Then, the dragon heard a quiet sneeze from behind the books Egg gave him. No wonder the kid was sneezing, there had to be dust on those because of how long he had those without ever actually touching them. Never mind that, now he just had to sneak up behind Gambit.
He waited for the right moment before jumping to tackle Gambit to the floor. Unfortunately, Gambit got away. The kid ran like his life depended on it, he was jumping over bookshelf’s and tables just to evade Wemmbu’s hands.
Wemmbu was way too tired for this, he had just finished a fight just to have to deal with someone’s bratty ass kid.
His bratty ass kid.
”GAMBIT GET BACK HERE!”
”YOU CANT MAKE ME!” Gambit stuck his tongue out.
Luckily for Wemmbu, it was the just the fraction of a second that Gambit took to carry out that task that helped Wemmbu tackle him to the floor.
”LET ME GO!!”
Wemmbu had knee pressed against Gambits back, not hard enough to injure him, just strong enough to immobilize the kid.
”GET OFF OF ME—“ Gambit was squealing at the top of his longs, it was just ten minutes of mending, So why was he being so stubborn?
The door opened, revealing a certain bird at the door.
”Wemmbu do you have a..”
They both blinked at each other, in that moment it seemed as Gambit had learned from his father that he could use that quick second to his advantage.
The kid leaped out of his hold and started scaling the bookshelf like a maniac. Books started falling out of each shelf, the kid even tripped on of them before quickly gathering himself and continuing to climb in terror.
Wemmbu cursed before quickly getting off the floor and chasing gambit, making sure to not trip over Crucible.
”What..” Parrot had mumbled in shock, Wemmbu had groaned in annoyance as he realized this was Parrots first time seeing the kids. It was an undesirable situation, but Wemmbu had bigger problems at the moment.
Like trying to stop this damn kid from destroying his treehouse.
Parrot was, rightfully so, confused on why there was a child— sorry two children in Wemmbu’s house. Not to Mention the fact that one of them seemed to be running away from Him in fear and the other seemed to be passed out on the floor. Not a good look for the dude.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Wemmbu yells.
“WAIT DONT TOUCH THAT—“ Wemmbu screamed as Gambit grabbed onto a fishing rod while climbing over random items.
That wasn’t a normal fishing rod.
All 4 of them, Even crucible who had just woken up to her fathers yelling and her brothers squeals, tensed up as they heard the familiar sound of a fishing rod breaking and the scent of burning TNT.
All their heads slowly tilted upward.
…
Egg had came back home to a very interesting sight, Wemmbu, Parrot, Crucible, and Gambit all gathered around an extremely blown up tree house.
..He was going back to Minutes place.
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Crucible was worried.
Now, she was always worried, usually about her brother and father’s antics but this time it was different. Wemmbu seemed sick.
Dragons hybrids,Ender dragon hybrids specifically were extremely rare. There was not much known about them but one thing that many people did know was that they had exceptional immune systems.
Thats why it was so weird to see Wemmbu lose his balance after each hit with her. Each time he hit someone with Crucible he would stumble and have to wait a few seconds before attacking another player. He normally would be using Gambit, because they were outside in the open. Unfortunately, Wemmbu had to resort to use her because after he had launched himself in the air, her father nearly threw up. She would admit though, it was nice to see the sun.
This was the worst time for this. Egg was out on a fishing trip, that meant Crucible and her brother were in charge of taking care of their father.
Crucible was the only one responsible here right now; wemmbu would just try to ignore his current condition and Gambit would be too busy “secretly” studying on how to impress their father. He wouldn’t be able to impress him if their father was dead his to his illness!
She was trying her best to tell him to just run away and go back home. He wouldn’t listen!
Gambit was just whining about the fact their father wasn’t using him. As much as her brother wanted to hide it though, it was obvious he was worried as well.. even if he had a weird way of showing it.
Eventually, Father had finished his fight and was now stumbling on the overgrown grass. Sunflowers were gathered around him and he seemed to be trying his best to avoid stepping on any.
She gasped as he hit the floor with a loud thud, his wings looking extremely different and his horns were dropping, she didn’t even know his horns did that!
”gambit..”
“..what.” She could just hear the tremble in his voice.
”Other form. Now.”
Normally her brother would bicker with her about her insistence to take change in situations, it seems this time it actually came in handy. Especially with how clueless and worried Gambit looked at the moment.
He had followed her instructions rather quickly and she quickly did the same. She looked around in case anyone was looking and ushered Gambit towards their father’s body. They had attempted to pick him up but despite the fact that they were extremely strong as weapons, it didn’t help that they were only six physically. They couldn’t possibly carry a fully grown man all the way to their home.
It just meant they would have to drag him instead.
”Pull harder!”
”Im trying Gambit!”
”Well you’re not trying hard enough!”
Their were home at last, but that just lead to their newest problem, Putting Father on the couch. They originally thought of putting him on the couch but quickly decided against that. They were not dragging him up the stairs.
“Can you get me the a bucket and a rag?” Crucible asked, not bothering to look towards her brother. She was too focused on brushing their father’s hair out of his face.
“Why do I have to do it?” Gambit crossed his arms in retaliation. Stomping his foot like a toddler. Well.. he wasn’t that far off from being one but that wasn’t the point!
”Because im busy right now! Father’s going to die if you don’t help him! Im doing my part so that means you have to do yours!” She whisper-screamed, Crucible was trying her best to not awake their father right now.
Gambit looked at her before quickly disappearing to get what they needed.
Crucible began to discard every unnecessary piece of clothing their father had on to help lower his temperature, the twins unfortunately couldn’t give him a bath with how hard it would be just getting him into the tub alone.
His heels first, (seriously, why did he wear these?) his corset next, his vest, his cape and but she paused at the sunflower pin that was placed on top of his shirt. It was tucked in securely , like father didn’t want it to fall off.
She had left the pin there.
She also tried to take his tiara off but just did not want to come off for some reason. So, she had just continued to take off the rest of his jewelry. When she felt him again he still felt a sickly temperature but it was slightly cooled down. There was swear dripping down his forehead so she wiped her hand on her dress afterwards.
Gambit had came back with what they needed so Crucible quickly began to wet the rag and place it on Fathers forehead to lower his temperature.
“..What do we do now?”
Crucible blinked, she didn’t really think about that. She only remembered what to do from those books Egg would show her whenever they had time to read together.
Gambit suggested soup and perked up at the idea.
So here they were, standing on top of the kitchen counter attempting to cook something. They were following a cooking book they found in their uncles collection.
Gambit squinted as he attempted to read what the cooking book had to say.
Crucible stared before snatching the book from his hand.
”What was that for?” He yelled in confusion.
”The book was upside down. I don’t even know why you tried, you never bothered to learn how to read anyways.”
He stuck his tongue at her before asking her what it said.
“Three par..parsley leaves” Crucible had struggled with the pronunciation but she eventually got it!
“Do we even have that?” Gambit had been looking around the kitchen just to only find a whole pack of ramen noodles, two stale chip bags and an expired jar of peanut butter.
So they attempted to make ramen noodles instead. It seemed easy enough!
…
They burnt the noodles.
But in both their defense, it never said how much water to add. They given up on making their father a meal and now had no clue what to do in order to make him feel better.
“We could go to the market to get some more potions? Parrot knows we exist so it wont be too bad!” Gambit had suggested.
”Parrot’s king now. He doesn’t have a potion shop anymore.”
”But he still knows how to make potions.”
Unfortunately, Her brother had a point, they couldn’t ask anyone else. Parrot’s kingdom wasn’t too far from here so they could make it work. They just had to be sneaky enough!
They made sure to change Fathers rag before they left though, they just hoped he would be okay while they were gone.
…
They had left wearing some of Fathers spare capes, Crucible was leading her brother as she was the most quiet one.
Eventually, the had reached the castle, blending in with most of the citizens. They just needed to make it to Parrot. Fast.
The guards had to be incompetent because it was surprisingly easy to get into the room that held Parrot and his bodyguard.
“pssstt..” Parrot looked around as he heard a child’s whisper.
Theo had pulled his sword out just incase but Parrot glared at him so the avian just put it back away. It was a child’s voice after all.
He jumped at the sight of two kids with oversized capes staring at him.
Parrot recognized them, He unfortunately didn’t have the time to think about it with the tiny finger that had just shoved itself towards his face.
”Make us potions!” A little boy demanded, the girl glared at him before he quickly added on a “Please..”
Parrot nervously laughed before staring at Theo in shared confusion.
”Im sorry bro, but do I know you?”
”Father.”
”..What?”
”Father needs potions! You said we were allies!”
”Im not— who’s your father exactly??”
The girl looked hesitant before replying, “Wemmbu.” She seemed to cringe at the name.
“Oh yeah.. no i remember you guys..” Parrot replied, he ignored Theo’s confused sounds he was making though.
”Can you help us then??” The little boy seemed to be annoyed at having to ask again.
”Yes, but what exactly does he need potions for?”
“He’s sick.” The little girl replied before what he assumed was her brother could step in.
“You do realize He’s going to owe more this right?” Both kids nodded.
After, about 20 minutes Parrot had gave the kids what they needed before sending them off.
He was tuning out Theo’s confused stuttering and demanding for an explanation.
…
They had gotten the medicine! Mission was a success! All they had to do now was give it to Father.
They had tapped him until he woke up, both eager to help him.
He was mostly delusional at the moment so they just shoved the medicine in his mouth despite the gagging that came afterwards.
He stared at them as the twins began to replace his rag for the third time. He never really got to hold them. Mostly because of his own pride, but Egg wasn’t here and he felt lonely.
So, without thinking he grabbed both kids and placed them into his hold. They both seemed tired anyways, he didn’t know why but Wemmbu knew the kids would fall asleep soon.
The family lied together on the couch, all worn out from different things but never tired enough to stop loving one another, Even if they were all too confident to admit it.