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“Just tell me what happened to Wemmbu!”
Flame’s voice echoed sharply through the cramped tunnel, just barely being heard over the desperate thrumming of footsteps.
Boosfer squealed, “I’m telling you, just kill this guy and you’ll know!” He avoided the invisible knight’s blade’s attempt at killing him and burying his knowledge: that the invisible knight was exactly who Flamefrags was looking for - Wemmbu.
Seriously, how did Boosfer get in this situation? The two most powerful fighters in Unstable, both trying to kill him. All because Wemmbu stupidly drank milk in front of him, and Flamefrags wanted to kill said idiot.
Boosfer knows he’s annoying enough for anyone to want to kill, especially when he coerced the immortal demon to work for him, but seriously? How dense is the dude?
“I’m serious. Wemmbu is closer than you’d think!”
“Don’t listen to him, Flame. He’s desperately lying right now.” Wemmbu’s scratchy, Batman-ripoff voice changer shredded his ears. His netherite trims on diamond armor seemed to absorb light - making traversing the escape tunnel far more difficult than it had to be.
Luckily for Boosfer, they were reaching the end of it. He heard a grumble from Flamefrags as they reached the large nether portal, where Boosfer stepped in first. Watching the purple effects haze his vision, he smirked as the other two stood in the portal too, failing to hit him because of the portal’s unique immunity.
Boosfer teleported first, immediately going to the edge of the trap in preparation to knock them down. Wemmbu’s invisibility particles appeared alongside his ugly armor, which Boosfer immediately moved to get it out of his sight. With a giggle, he launched a wind charge at him, knocking Wemmbu into the Nether’s inescapable void.
“Boosfer!” Wemmbu’s scratchy voice screeched out, and he threw a pearl in attempt to get back up. Despite his hands failing to grip the edge of the crafting tables, he tugged at Boosfer’s pants at a last ditch effort, pulling them both down into the trap.
Hearing the nether portal’s distinct sound once more, Boosfer turned and saw Flamefrags. The immortal demon has survived traps like this before, but what choice does he have? If (in some way) they both survive, Boosfer’s dead instantly. Hopefully he can persuade the other buffoon to hold off for a few hours.
With a sharp swish of his fishing rod, he hooked the wire around Flamefrags’s leg, pulling them all into the void.
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They landed as quickly as they fell, all not even realising that they should not be alive. Falling into the void means death, everyone on Unstable knew that. Hell, there was an entire mafia that used the void as a fear tactic to control the population.
So when Boosfer felt the harsh, basalt ground against his fingers, and had only lost six hearts of health (excluding his wasted totem), he was understandably beyond confused.
“Urgh…” a demonic groan sounded out from beneath him. It was Wemmbu with his stupid voice changer. Boosfer swung his sore legs off the invisible man, giving him a well deserved kick while the man wasn’t awake enough to kill him.
“Should I be running?” Boosfer muttered absentmindedly, and heard a scream from below.
“Where the hell am I?” Flamefrags yells sounded drawn out, either that or he was in a really echoey place.
Boosfer wandered towards the sound, but there was nowhere to go off from. The nether fog was thick and grey, and each crunch of basalt ricochet in his ears.
“Marco?” He sang.
“I am not saying ‘polo’ Boosfer, I’m going to kill you!” Flame’s voice grew in anger, and Boosfer pinpointed his location.
“Haha, you’re like in a hole.”
“And you’ll be ‘like’ dead in twenty seconds.”
Before Boosfer could respond with a mocking remark, Flamefrags already began windcharging up the cavern.
‘Why isn’t he building?’ Boosfer wondered, and went to place obsidian himself to sit on. He… couldn’t. It was like the ground just didn’t connect with the block in his hands. And he couldn’t break blocks either? What kind of person was evil enough to put them in this place? ‘Oh wait.’
Boosfer swung his body back to face Wemmbu, who was sitting up with his head in his hands. “Ah, fuck. Head’s killin’ me.” Wemmbu grumbled.
Wemmbu’s… purple head.
“W- Invis guy! You’re not very invis right now.”
Wemmbu flinched at Boosfer’s words, alertly looking at his hands with worry. “Shit.” He splashed invisibility quickly, but the damage was done. His identity could be revealed at any moment’s notice if he lost focus.
“Ah, you’re so lucky I’m here. Imagine if Flamefrags saw. You like, owe me now.”
Wemmbu grumbled. Clearly, his headache was stronger than his urge to slaughter Boosfer.
“So how do we get out of here?” Wemmbu stood up, wiping the dust from his armor.
“I think the better question is ‘how are you going to keep your identity secret from your bloodthirsty rival?’ Hm? You might need my help with that.”
“Well, it’s kind of your fault we’re down here.”
“You were the one to pull me down, Wemmbu!”
Wemmbu grabbed his shoulder tightly, “don’t you dare say that name. You’re lucky I’m not killing you now.”
Boosfer chuckled, looking at the empty space that was Wemmbu’s shaking hand, “alright, alright. But why aren’t you killing me now? It’s almost like you don’t want to keep your identity secret?”
Wemmbu drew in a sharp breath, and let go of Boosfer’s shoulder. “Flame’s coming. Don’t say anything dumb if you know what’s best for you.”
“Aww, you care?” Wemmbu ignored him as Flamefrags finally approached them, panting.
“How come you guys land on normal terrain? I had to climb a freaking canyon, bro.”
Wemmbu laughed with his disturbing voice changer, “skill issue.”
Flamefrags put a hand of his hip, “so are you not killing Boosfer now? There’s no one around.”
Wemmbu hesitated, his helmet shaking. “No.”
Flamefrags laughed, “‘no?’ That’s it? Alright man. Okay. And why are you still using that voice changer and invis? Nobody cares about your identity.”
Wemmbu ignored him, prompting Boosfer to respond by slinging an arm around his shoulder, “me and Mr. Invis made up. Is that so hard to believe? Unlike you, who is still looking for Wemmbu just because he beat you.”
Flamefrags looked at the invisible guy, who was far too docile around Boosfer to be considered the same person. “Aren’t you meant to give me information about Wemmbu? I get you lied about everything, but surely you know something, right?”
Boosfer’s arm tensed slightly around Wemmbu, “ah, about that, Wemmbu’s dead.”
Flamefrags drew out his sword wordlessly. He was beyond sick of hearing those words from everyone, Codmaster, Minutetech, freaking Parrotx2.
Boosfer held out his hands, “no, no, I’m serious. I know who killed him!”
“Who?”
Boosfer slowly repositioned his hands, pointing towards the invisible man.
“He did. I saw it.”
The creaky voice changer rang out, “what?”
Flamefrags saw Boosfer wink at the invisible man. “Are you messing with me?”
“You can believe it if you want. I did my end of our deal. Even Stevens, yeah? Yeah.” Boosfer nodded rapidly, his head instantly freezing as Flamefrags potted up. He ran to hide behind the invisible Wemmbu, which worked out as well as hiding behind an invisible person would work out.
However, Flamefrags wasn’t targeting him.
“You killed Wemmbu? Seriously? He had freaking nukes and maces, and you were the one to..? I don’t believe it.”
The netherite trimmed armour straightened up, “I did. Got a problem with that?”
Flamefrags laughed, running a hand through his dreadlocks. “Then let’s fight, bro. I’ll see if you’re strong enough to have beaten my rival.”
The voice changer laughed out in turn, and pulled out his sword and trident.
“Dude, how is the trident going to help you?”
Wemmbu halted, holding out a water bucket failing to place it, “what the? I can’t place blocks?”
Flamefrags groaned, “uh, we figured that out already. Congrats, bro.”
He was met with an invisible middle finger, which nobody saw.
Boosfer laughed, “we’re in the Nether, idiot! How are you going to place water?”
Wemmbu mumbled, “oh yeah.” Ignoring Boosfer’s intolerable laughs, he began walking towards the fog.
“Yo, what about our fight, so called ‘Wemmbu’s killer?”
The croaky invisible voice screeched out, “think smart for once, Flame. Let’s figure out how to get out, then kill Boosfer, and then we can fight properly.”
Flame groaned. He heard Boosfer’s cries of surprise mixed with laughter as the green man began walking alongside the invisible man. Seriously, the mysterious guy wanted to kill Boosfer less than ten minutes ago, and know they were acting like best friends? What odd people.
All Flame wanted was to find Wemmbu, even putting aside his pride to work for the irritating Boosfer of all people. And the guy didn’t even help! All he did was stall for time, destroy his base’s lovely interior, and say the invisible guy killed his rival!
There’s no way he did. Flame only fought him a few times, but the guy wasn’t nearly as skilled powerful as Wemmbu. All he had going for him was stupid amounts of wealth. Flame was going to find the truth, even if he was stuck in the Nether void with two people that definitely knew more about Wemmbu’s ‘death’ than they let on.