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Flame really loves Lomedy. They're best friends after all, so that makes sense.
Flame would do anything for that silly creature, even manslaughter and theyslaughter.
Literally anything
But ... His patience DOES has its limits.
– Lomedy. Its 2 am. – The demon was looking half asleep straight at the creaking standing in the opposite to his bed corner of the room
One side (more human one) of his face had one yellow eye, completly dead on the inside
Other side (more creaking one) of the face had 3 bright orange eyes, with one being bigger than the other two
Flame couldnt really decide at which eye to look at in the dark, so he settled at the big orange one. It could basically work as a light source
– Do you want to hear a story about a Cult in Dead Minecraft Server? – He asked excited
Every few days Lomedy was appearing in his room in the middle of the night to tell him a horror story he created, and as much as Flame liked his little fairy tales, he still havent really got over the last one about Minecraft Kids Channel...
The story about gambling, betrayal, and murder all in one... Bet it all on red...
Seriously. He sometimes wonders what is he taking to come up with those stories, cuz there is no way he aint making this up high.
– No. Go to sleep – He said as he layed down and closed his eyes once again. He was so tired..
But God... He could FEEL his eyes on him. Piercing right through his body and soul
He opened his eyes to look at the farmer once again, but got completly jumpscared, cuz said farmer's face was now INCHES away from his staring at him with his creepy orange eyes
Flame fell of the bed with yelp absolutely terrified, his side hitting the wooden floor with loud bang. Meanwhile Lomedy was laughing, holding his stomach trying to catch his non existant breath
– That is not funny. – The ends of his dreads started to burn in irritation, almost catching on fire
– Im sorry. Its just that I pull out that every time and youre STILL having the same reaction – He wiped an orange tear from his face
– THATS IT. Youre losing your body privilege. – He grabbed his sword from the side of the bed and looked at the part below cross guard
As much as the sword was made od netherite, the grip was made off wood, for one specific purpose
To hold a heart.
– WAIT NO- – Flame took off the heart of the grip and Lomedy... Basically dissapeared. He vanished not able to finish his sentence
Well. At least the projection of him vanished
Having a Creaking as your bestfriend is like a fever dream. It took Flame long time to get used to the fact Lomedy was not the physical body he sees, but the heart itself
A heart that Flame had with him all the time in many different forms. Was that giving Flame an impostor syndrome and huge anxiety to not accidentally hurt it
Of course.
All the time.
But holding it was a sign of trust he couldnt just break like that.
He could play a little bit with it tho.
– Goodnight Lomedy – He held the heart close to his chest and fell asleep peacefully
The heart was giving a very slight orange-yellow light not too harsh, not too dim
Just perfect
The next day he had to put the heart back in, this time he put it on his wooden bracelet. He felt in his bones he's gonna fight a lot so sword was a bad idea
And of course in usual Lomedy fashion he scared him from behind one his physical form reshaped itself into existance
– HAHA! You jumped! – He said pointing finger at Flame
– Yeah yeah. How was the sleep?
– Pretty good. Dont do that again tho.
They both knew he will do it again at some point
He always does it when he's out of patience for him.