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“Wifies, when people ask me about you, I’m going to remember you as the Wifies I used to know,”
But Parrot didn’t drop the spyglass onto the pressure plate. Instead, he dropped to his knees and wept.
Suddenly, a cold wave of realisation swept over The Director. Parrot didn’t want The Director. He wanted Him. He wanted the old Wifies back. The one who still cared about people. The one who wouldn’t kill all his friends. The one that wouldn’t trap him in this ‘perfect’ prison, The Paragon. And he still believed that this old Wifies would come back one day.
But he had killed that Wifies already. Or so he thought.
(We switch perspectives and go into Wifies’ head. Sorta like Inside Out typa stuff).
Wifies stares angrily at The Director, his dog ears flat against his head.
“I thought you said you would protect him, not hurt him! He could hurt himself right now! We’re in a room filled with TNT and he could step off that pressure plate and ban both of us! You also killed his friends. AND you manipulated and trapped him! What have you done?”
The Director turned around, eyes wide in surprise
“I thought you were dead, I killed you! A-and I was only trying to keep him safe,”
“Bullshit! You’ve only hurt him more! Now we’re both going to die because of YOU!”
“...,”
“Yeah, now you’ve got nothing to say now have you?”
Wifies lunges at The Director, knocking him to the ground, knife in hand. (Don't ask where the knife came from it just materialized out of thin air we're in his mind remember. Also this Wifies owns this mind and can basically do whatever in it.)
“W-wait! We can talk about this!”
The Director grabs Wifies’ wrist of the hand holding the knife, pushing with all of his strength, trying to stay alive.
“What could we POSSIBLY talk about? You hurt our Parrot! And now you’re going to PAY,”
Wifies drives the knife right into The Director’s chest (The Director's not wearing armor), stabbing him over and over and over again until his chest was a pulverised mess. “I-I’m so sorry….,” The Director apologised before the light in his eyes vanished and his body went cold. Finally, The Director was dead. Wifies hurriedly ran over to the control panel, ready to take full control again, and fix all of The Director’s mistakes.
(Back outside of his head).
In Wifies’ inventory, he had two totems of undying. He had them for emergencies, just in case to prevent Parrot from getting hurt. He was going to give the other as a spare to Parrot, or The Director would, but things had changed. He was going to do things his way. Moving the totems to his hotbar, he closes his inventory, and takes a deep breath.
Totem in hand, he readies himself. He takes one step forward, swishing his tail, before sprinting at full speed towards Parrot. Parrot, who was still weeping, looked up in surprise, to see Wifies crouching beside him, shoving the totem into his hand. “W-wait, Wifies, what are you doing-”
The TNT blows up, but Wifies still stands. He had switched to his totem last second. “Look. Parrot, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never let this happen. Can we please fix my mistakes?”
Parrot stared at him, in wild shock. Did his wish come true? Has the old Wifies truly come back? No no no, this can’t be. He mustn't get his hopes up, this could be an act to get Parrot to drop his guard. But… the way Wifies looked at him, apologetic, worried and sad, made him look genuine.
Parrot decided to give him a chance. After, he had hoped for the last three weeks he would snap out of it.
Wifies got up and pulled Parrot up by his hand, smiling softly. “First, we need to do some Spoke stuff,”
(I don't know much about UU. Sorry if I get some things wrong or OOC)
“What do you mean by that, exactly?” Parrot frowned.
“We need to get a command block,”
“But Wifies, that’s illegal in this SMP! And how are we going to get one anyways?”
“We’re going to ask my creator.”
(In this AU, Wifies has told Parrot about the clone thing.)