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Wemmbu let out a wince beneath his breath, holding onto his stomach in pain. His gaze flickered downwards, eyeing the stab wound as blood seeped into his clothing. He stared at his blood stained hand before scoffing lightly.
So unbelievably stupid- He wasn't even doing anything wrong, correction- He hasn't been doing ANYTHING wrong.
Whoever decided it'd be funny to fake being him is dead the second he gets his hands on them.
Because everything was fine, nothing was that bad! He was enjoying himself until Law came to arrest him because of crimes he didn't do!
And sure, he definitely did worser crimes than the ones they said but they didn't know that because no one knew that the Invisble Knight was Wemmbu- So him as the Invisible Knight essentially committed no crimes.
Until now as that whole concept was slowly crumbling in front of his eyes because of this stupid faker.
His face scrunches up in annoyance and pain as he sighs loudly only to hiss in pain at his injury. He hadn’t expected to get jumped half-way through coming to see Boosfer. He prays the man has pots or something to help heal him given he ran dry through all his resources.
He painfully makes his way to the factory building before him- Which he’s pretty sure is Branzy’s from back in the day, Wemmbu’s not exactly sure. He drags his limp leg as he walks, each step more agonizing than the last.
“Boosfer-!”
He calls out only to cough out a clump of blood onto the pale mauve grass as it clogs his throat. He chokes out more blood once more and soon enough, he can barely hold himself up.
His knees buckle, body trembling before he eventually gives out, collapsing onto the ground. He lets out a gurgle, feeling his vision begin to slowly black out as his fingers grip onto the strands of the grass.
"Wemmbu!?"
A familiar voice yells out and Wemmbu cannot explain the relief that hits him upon hearing the voice that usually breaks him annoyance.
"Boosfer-"
He peeps out, looking up to see a green colored figure before him, kneeling down.
"What happened-?? Dude, what the fuck, you're bleeding practically everywhere!!"
He screams out, desperately trying to pull the demon hybrid up-
He fails, pathetically as Wemmbu's body weakens, he winces loudly, biting back a yelp as pain surges through his body.
Boosfer panics instantly, heart racing as he lifts the demon up, trying to stabilize his footing.
"W-Wemmbu? Wemby? H-Hey stay with me man-"
He says, letting out a quiet laugh from pure fear as he pulls Wemmbu up again. His figure falls limply against his back and it takes all of his might to drag his brother to the building.
"Do not die on me man- Do not fucking die on me!"
He yells, more to himself than his brother, given he's unconscious.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck’
‘I’m so screwed-’
‘What do I even do??’
'B-bring him inside and patch him up! Yeah, yeah!!’
‘Easy peasy!’
Boosfers eye light up at the idea as he begins walking-
Or he begins trying to walk.
He’s instantly stunted by the weight of his twin causing his feet to practically implant themselves into the ground. He groans, dragging a foot forward, followed by the other. He repeats the process tiresomely before he makes it inside the building and plops Wemmbu down on the couch.
He sighs heavy, wiping the sweat off his forehead- God he hates working out.
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RIGHT HIS BROTHER.
He instantly rushes off to the bathroom, tearing open the cabinets as he tosses everything around, hoping to find a med kit which he thankfully does find. He races down the stairs, stumbling over his own two feet as he stands over his brother.
He’s never done this before.
He’s honestly never really seen this much blood before.
It makes him want to gag.
But he swallows back the stomach ache acid and instead tries to patch his brother up. He first pulls the shirt off of him, tossing the blood drenched shirt away. He stares at the gaping wounds, hissing at the sight as he pulls out a regeneration potion. He pops the cork off before slowly pouring it on each wound of Wemmbu’s. The man quietly stirs, grumbling but Boosfer softly shushes him, reassuring that he’s safe.
He knows that his brother doesn’t even hear him but it’s comforting.
For him at least.
He continues to pour the potion all around, quietly praying the amount doesn’t have any set backs as he watches the flesh reknit together as if nothing happened.
He sours at the sight before tossing the empty glass bottle to the side, deciding to bandage his brother up. He knew the dumbass would likely reopen these wounds and it’d be even harder to heal them up. So he hopes the gauze pads and bandages help heal it more efficiently without issue.
Once Boosfer is able to tell himself that Wemmbu is all healed up or at least patched up, does he let himself relax into the warmth of the sofa.
Typically he doesn’t get tired but the adrenaline rush and panic that hit him before all came crashing down once he finished up.
His eyes momentarily flicker to the entrance, eyeing the sunset, hoping that whoever caused this damage to Wemmbu- Didn’t follow him. Because as cocky and slippery Boosfer is- He can only defend him self oh so much. And his twin being injured, he doubts the man can do much damage himself in his current state.
Despite all that, he finds himself falling asleep quietly, hand latched onto the handle of his sword in paranoia as he drifts off.
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Wemmbu blinks, once then twice. His eyes adjusting to the darkness and the beaming light from the chandelier above. His hands cling onto the couch, pushing himself up forcing a wince out of him. He glances around, trying to rejog his foggy brain as his memory slowly begins to register back in once his pupils land on Boosfer.
His twin who sleeps oh so soundly asleep.
Actually not soundly because he snores extremely loud that it makes Wemmbu groan.
He glances away for the time being, examining his pained body. His shirts off instead being replaced by red tainted bandages that run all across his torso. Wemmbu blinks, staring at his body before stretching out his other limbs that are in a familiar state as well.
‘Huh, he didn't do that bad of a job..’
He thinks to himself, humming quietly as he his gaze shifts back to his brother.
The closer he looks now does he notice Boosfers furrowed brows and loose grip on his netherite sword.
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It sort of surprises Wemmbu if he's gonna be honest.
Boosfer is not a fighter, it's common knowledge.
Sure his twin is..agile? Is that the word?
He's quick, he's fast and he maneuvers in the blink of eye. And he can fight but compared to himself, he absolutely out scales him. Even if his brother won't outright admit it to him or anybody else ever.
Point is, he's a little happy, seeing his brother willing to put up a fight regardless. Heavy on the little despite the small smile that attempts to tug at his lips.
Only when Boosfer lets out a LOUD snore does it ruin the once sentimental moment as he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Boosfer?'“
He calls out, nothing.
“Boosferr”
He sings, his brother however doesn’t stir awake. Wemmbu’s bbrows furrow in annoyance, rolling his eyes lightly as he clears his dry throat.
“Boo-sfer!”
He shouts, voice cracking as the pitch of his volume. The alien, demon hybrid- Wemmbu doesn't exactly know what his twin is but regardless, he wakes up. Panicked, thrashing himself up as he pants before locking eyes with Wemmbu.
“Wemmbu- Oh thank god, you had me terrified!"
He yells, pulling the other into a tight embrace that makes Wemmbu's body go rigid.
"Ow- Ugh, don't hug me..”
Wemmbu groans, attempting to push the green man off which he does, thankfully.
“Ew, you're all bleeding."
He grimaces, pointing his finger at him like he has a disease or something. Wemmbu rolls his eyes at the sight.
" Ugh, you're such an ass y'know.”
Wemmbu sneers, rolling his eyes lightly.
“Wow, I saved your life y'know!”
“I would've been fine."
" Definitely not!”
“Agree to disagree."
"Bitch-”
Boosfer pipes down, sighing as he realizes there's no point in fighting with his brother. Wemmbu seeing the silence, smirks, knowing he won victorious in this banter.
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“What happened?”
Boosfer quietly asked, the energy shifting as the man twiddles with his thumbs.
Wemmbu must admit, it’s weird seeing his brother worried. Nervous and unsettled. He’s always so energetic, sarcastic and funny no matter the situation.
Wemmbu blinks at him before his gaze darts to the burgundy carpet on the floor.
“Uh, nothing really.”
“Bullshit-”
“It’s no big deal!”
“Yes it is, hello??”
“It’s not and then you’re gonna get all worried and shit-”
Wemmbu grumbles as Boosfer laughs at him, running a hand through his hair.
“Of fucking course I’m gonna be worried you idiot- Just tell me!”
He spits, brows furrowing as Wemmbu groans loudly.
“Fine, fine! It’s seriously nothing. There’s just been this guy pretending to be me and now Law is after me because of the crimes this faker has been doing.”
He murmurs, leaning against his hand. Boosfer hums quietly, thinking for a moment- Wemmbu’s surprised his twin can even think.
“Do they know your Wemmbu?”
He then asks, the demon shakes his head in response.
“Nope, they call me the Invis Knight-”
“Wait that’s kinda aura.”
“I know right? That’s what I thought-!”
Wemmbu blabs out, grinning before stopping as the smile falls.
“You were being sarcastic-”
“No shit.”
“Fuck you- But yeah so now I have to deal with whatever bullshit this faker and the Law has against me ONTOP of fucking Flame already like trying to find me.”
Wemmbue explains, gesturing wildly before he huffs, leaning further against the couch.
“Oh yeah, it’s absolutely hilarious seeing Flame running around looking for you.”
Boosfer replies, letting out a horrendous snort that makes Wemmbu double back.
“Yeah, thanks for feeding into you asshole.”
Wemmbu mutters, rolling his eyes.
“Hey, I didn’t think he’d be that determined-”
“Well he is- And now you’ve made my life worse by butting in to shit as always!”
The purple haired man grits, sitting up despite the pain. Boosfer stares at the man before scoffing as he crosses his arms.
“You act like this is my fault-”
“Because it is!”
“No it’s not! You’re moron self broke the damn truce between Capital City and MY group-”
“Well you shouldn’t have fucked around!”
“You’re kidding- Hah, this is your fault! And by the way, you tried to kill me!!”
Boosfer shouts, leaning in closer to Wemmbu who scrunches up his face in anger.
“For a good reason!”
“It’s not a fucking good reason! You wanted me dead-”
“Yeah and I should’ve swung my sword a little faster at you that way you’d be dead and I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoyance anymore!”
Wemmbu barked, his eyes darkening as the irises flicker a light shade of magenta.
He doesn’t realize what he says until it’s too late.
Until Boosfer eyes widen, a small choked gasp leaving his lips as his pupils dilate before him.
“Boosf- I didn’t mean that-”
“Well fuck you Wemmbu, I should’ve just let you kill me! Stepped into your sword to make it easier, huh!?”
Boosfer exclaims, antennas twitching upwards as his gaze hardens. Wemmbu instantly shakes his head, reaching out a hand to comfort his brother but the man swats it away.
“Boosfer..”
“No! No! I should just go kill myself, right!? Would that make you happier?”
He sneers before pushing Wemmbu off and turning away. Wemmbu’s heart shatters at his words, eyes mellowing as he stares at his green locks.
“Boosfer..”
He quietly calls out, unable to hide the guilt in his throat.
“I..I didn’t mean it.”
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“You hate me.”
Boosfer quietly musters out, not sparing a single glance. Wemmbu’s frown deepens as he sighs quietly.
“No, No I don’t- I could never.”
Wemmbu replies, closing his eyes as he curses at himself for being so stupid- For saying the wrong thing all the time- For being so aggressive when he doesn't mean to- No fucking wonder him and his brother are so distant. Its because Wemmbu always lashes out. If only he was calmer- If he was just different-
“Did you want to kill me then?"
Boosfer quietly asks, voice timid. Its barely audible but it withdraws Wemmbu from his thoughts and puts his attention onto his brother.
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He hesitates on answering.
Boosfer scoffs a bit, ready to say something but Wemmbu beats him to it.
" I thought I did- I was just so..pissed. It didn't really cross my mind that if I killed you. I was killing my brother. Only when we were in the underworld and we worked together did I realize how stupid I was..”
Wemmbu explains, voice shaking lightly as he talks. He hopes he explained it okay because Wemmbu for the life of him can't explain shit.
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" Psh, you're so stupid.. “
Boosfer says, playfully as he turns over to Wemmbu, smiling softly. This time, Wemmbu returns the smile before pulling the other into his arms.
“I've missed you.”
Wemmbu quietly states, chin resting on the others head.
"I've missed you too.. I'm sorry too. For being so annoying and like.. helping Flame.”
Boosfer adds, chuckling quietly as he curls into his taller sibling. Wemmbu lets out a snort, wanting to say a snarky comment but deciding not to.
The hug is long, quiet and surreal in a way.
Neither of the twins ever got sappy with the other.
Emotional or vulnerable of any sorts.
This was the closest they've ever gotten.
Wemmbu's the first to pull away, looking down as his tear eyed brother.
"Are you crying?”
He teases, reaching his fingers to touch the tears streaming down his face. Boosfer however quickly dodges it, pushing Wemmbu away.
" I'm not!”
“Yes you are! Aw, you care for me!"
"Ugh, you suck. I'm gonna call up Flame-”
“NO, DON'T, DON'T-”
“ROFL LOL-"
" Dude, why do you just say it?? Like just laugh. You always gotta use message slang when speaking-”
“Do you have a fucking problem?"
"I do actually, it's stupid.”
“Fuck you then."
"Fuck you too.”
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“Love you Wem."
" Love you too Fufu.”