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Spoke certainly didn’t expect their reunion to be like this.
He totally didn’t expect Wemmbu to turn down his proposal on joining him and let him use the orbitals.
And Spoke totally didn’t expect to see Wemmbu standing on a tower of wood logs, looking down on him as the Null leader makes his speech about the end demon.
“If you wanna die alone, then so be it.”
Spoke then watched as Wemmbu got pushed down by a wind charge that was thrown by him, Wemmbu quickly put on his elytra as he fell and flew away as he broke a fishing road, causing a circle of thousands TNTs spawning from the sky- destroying the place.
Spoke followed by putting on his own elytra to stay away from the orbitals by flying away with the help of the wind charge, he ordered his armies to protect themselves from the incoming orbitals.
“Wemmbu, there’s no hope for you! I have given you chance to avoid this.”
“It is finally time, we must kill him.” Spoke heard the Commander say.
Wemmbu continues spawning in his orbitals and Spoke continues giving the Nulls orders on what to do.
Spoke looked for Commander before spotting him and landing next to him, “Can you give me my request?”
“Yes, of course.” Commander responded as he gave Spoke the spectral arrows he requested. Spoke gave him a quick thanks as he flies again to find Wemmbu so he can shot the arrows to highlight him,
making him much easier to target.
Much easier to kill.
After spotting Wemmbu he shot him with the spectral arrows,
“What the—” Wemmbu grumbles after getting highlighted and continues to kill the Nulls. Wemmbu was getting annoyed, “You know what, you can watch your entire army get banned. Then I'll decide what I want to do with you.”
Spoke let out a quick chuckle, “Is that so?”
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After a bit, Spoke notices he hadn’t heard nor sees Wemmbu anywhere, “Huh, where’d he go?” he looks back at the Nulls and orders them to follow him, “No, he wouldn’t just leave like that.”
As he equips his elytra and throws himself in the air with the wind charge suddenly a cocky voice appears behind him, following him as he flies away to the Orbital Strike Cannons location. The end demon trails behind the Null leader.
“You just gonna leave your armies behind?” Wemmbu said but Spoke ignored him, focusing on getting his hands on the powerful weapon he’s been wanting.
They flew for a while before Spoke sees something in a distance, seems like a complex build, seems like bunch of redstone stuff, seems like-
The Orbital Strike Cannons!
Spoke laughs out loud as he flies around it, “This is it! these are your orbitals, Wemmbu!"
"I don't think you realize what happens when these cannons get loaded in when they're not supposed to.” The possessor of the machine flatly replied.
Spoke sweat dropped, “Hah— what do you mean?” He then lands on one of the orbitals machines, he looks around it before noticing that there’s redstones missing to connect to make it work. He clicked his tongue before flying away again when Wemmbu found him and once again followed him.
Spoke managed to get Wemmbu off from his tail after ordering his Null armies to go to the orbitals and destroy it. There’s no point when it’s already broken. The sudden intervention causes Wemmbu to change his focus back to the hundreds of armies that wants him dead.
Spoke watches as a certain crow head with a void humanoid body, dressed in a coat, lands next to him. "Spoke, we need to go." The Commander said as Spoke is half-listening.
"No. Wemmbu is still here. We still need to ban him.
"I'm right here!” Wemmbu’s voice could be heard in the distance somewhere.
Spoke then looks at Commander before exclaiming, “Are we gonna let this happen, Commander? You know what to do—!"
"Spoke—" The Commander tries to argue back.
"You know what we have to do! Send the cannons."
"We have nothing—"
"load the cannons."
"The portals won't work here— we can't send more of our people—"
"I don't care—"
"We're wasting our resources on a battle you’ve already won, Spoke—"
"I don't care!
Fire them on this exact coordinates.
I don't care if the server crashes—
I don't care how much Nulls it will kills—
send it—
on Wemmbu."
The Commander was still for a moment before Wemmbu came and started to attack him, making Commander quickly equipped back his elytra to fly away. Spoke walked away and went to the rest of his armies, giving them the same orders; kill Wemmbu. While the wither cannons is currently getting ready to fire.
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After waiting for a while Spoke built an obsidian tower with a platform, the crow headed man as always lands and stands next to him, “Spoke, they're dying. We already destroyed the orbitals, what more do you want?"
"Wemmbu.. he can't— I won't let him get away. I just— can't— Commander, fire every cannon we have to Wemmbu's location." Spoke responded as he was half-listening again, watching Wemmbu macing and banning his soldiers.
"What about our people?"
"What about our— Commander. That is an order. Fire them and it all will be over."
A beat of silence between them.
"This isn't our battle, we've done what we were came to do. There's no point to keep going, we've already won.
we want to take over the server, why are we— wasting our energy and resources on this single guy?"
"I know how Wemmbu works, fire the cannon. It is what must be done. This is an order for you, commander."
"Fine. Spoke, I trust you. Make sure the Null survives."
"Let the anarchy begin.”
After Commander flies away, in a short moment, Spoke felt the server starting to lag. He looks up at the sky and sees a circle of blue wither skulls spawning in. He sees Wemmbu struggling to protect himself a bit and trying to land a hit with the heavy lag from the withers as he hears him commenting,
“Spoke, I'm not sure if you know this but, you're killing your own armies with this.”
Spoke just simply laughed at that.
Spoke watched and read the multiple death messages in chat of his fallen soldiers, “They’re dying to the cannons.. I need to get them out as soon as possible. I need to let the cannons do its work.” He then ordered one of the Nulls that was near him, ordering them to gather the other to retreat.
After everyone retreated, Spoke went to look for Wemmbu in the pit to see where he was. He sees the end demon on a floating block of dirt with three stacked cobblestones trying to protect himself from the withers. He watched him frantically building a cobblestones tower to get out of the hell hole, but it was quickly destroyed.
After the wither cannons stopped, Spoke lost sight of the end demon, "I don't see him. Null, find him! search the pit— search for him everywhere around the area!"
"I can't believe he would survive that—” Commander commented next to him before they heard footsteps of one of the Nulls soldiers, sending a message that they found Wemmbu.
Spoke fully faced the Null, “Aha— bring me to him.”
Spoke was brought to a crowd of Nulls, “Move out of the way! Stay away from him.” He orders as the crowd makes a path for the Null leader to see the dying bloodied man on the stoned ground. Wemmbu seemed to be glaring at him when he revealed himself, but he couldn’t tell since he’s wincing from the pain.
The Null leader kneeled next to him, he looked back at the Commander, “Go. Tell the rest to get out of here.”
A beat of silence from the Commander.
Spoke was quickly frustrated from the lack of response and command, “What are you doing just standing there? Were you not listening?
Go!” He glared and shouted at the man.
The Commander then makes his command after Spoke shouted at him, the Nulls obey and they follow him to get away from their leader and out of the pit. After Spoke was sure that they were actually gone and out of range he looked back at Wemmbu in front of him.
He brought the man into his arms, “You know, it didn’t have to be this way if you joined me in the first place.” He sighs.
“This could’ve been avoided if you just listened to me.” He took off his headband that he used as a blindfold, he watched Wemmbu coughing up blood,
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“I don’t understand you—”
“I know.”
“Spoke—”
Wemmbu coughed again as he was finally able to look Spoke in the eyes once again.
“Who even are you?”
Spoke went quiet before one of his free hands reached out to grab Wemmbu’s.
It’s cold.
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A wail can be heard after a certain little devious voidling scraped his knee while playing with his big brother, his vision was all blurry due to the tears but then he could see purple colors appearing and getting closer in front of him.
“Spoke? Are you okay? I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to hurt you..” The boy had visible guilt in his voice and on his face as he hugged his little brother. The voidling wraps his arms around the other as he continues to cry.
Wemmbu’s heart clenched at the cries of his little brother.
He promised to protect him and never hurt his little brother and now he’s crying because of his own mistake!
“Let’s go inside, okay? I’ll tell dad so he can patch up your knee.”
Spoke frantically nods as his cries slowly turn into a sob, he rubs his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie he was wearing, he then leans closer into Wemmbu as he picks him up from the ground.
Wemmbu put a hand on Spoke’s head to make him rest his head on his shoulder while also scratching his head gently. It eventually made Spoke calm down and his sobbing became hiccups as he stayed relaxed under his big brother’s touch.
Warm.
That was something he’s feeling while Wemmbu holds him. He knows their bodies are naturally cold, but why does everything suddenly feels warm?
“There. All patched up.” Minute said after finishing off cleaning and patching up Spoke’s injured knee, he looks at the two boys, “Just be careful next time, okay?” He gave them advice as the two nodded their heads.
He gets back on his feet as he patted both of their heads, “I’ll be going now.”
After the End guardian walks away, Wemmbu looks at Spoke, “Sorry for that, Spoke. Do you feel better?”
“It’s fine?” Spoke didn’t really understand why his brother kept apologizing. "Mmm… It still hurts..” Spoke pouted as he tries to keep his scraped knee straight since bending it hurts more, though it does make his leg tired for it to stay straight in the air.
“Do you wanna lay down?”
Spoke nods.
“Alright, let’s go to your room.”
Spoke shakes his head and Wemmbu was confused. “I don’t wanna be alone.”
“So… my room?”
Spoke nods with a smile.
Wemmbu can’t help but smile back, “Okay, let’s go.”
He then picks up the voidling and holds him close, Spoke immediately leans into him and feels an immediate warm feeling. He started to feel drowsy as he tries to keep his eyes up, “It’s okay, Spoke, you can sleep now if you want.” He feels a hand and a scratching on his head.
He instantly closes his eyes and lets himself to the dreamlands as he is being carried in the hold of his big brother.
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He remembers whenever they hold each other it would be warm. Even with their always cold bodies it would somehow just become warm whenever they’re together.
So why not now?
Spoke then hugged his dearly beloved older brother and put his forehead on his. He wants to stay close with his brother until his last breath.
He wants to play with him again just like when they were little.
He wants to banter with him again, fighting who’s Minute’s favorite child. Knowing that the older man loves both of them equally no matter how much of a hectic they are.
He wants Wemmbu to do his hair again and just simply take care of him.
He wants another chance.
He felt Wemmbu’s hand tighten around his.
“Maybe in another universe.
It wouldn’t be like this.
We’ll be happy causing chaos.
Just being free.”
“I want the old Spoke back.”
“It’s all for the greater good.”
Spoke went quiet.
He felt Wemmbu’s hand slowly slipping away, he quickly tightened his own so it wouldn’t get out of his grasp.
“Wemmbu-” The voidling choked, he’s not sure why. “I—”
After he said his final words to Wemmbu, he hears a familiar death sound.
Wemmbu hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Wither
Wemmbu left the game
Silence.
He feels something stirring in him but he couldn’t tell what it is.
Is it grief?
A longing feeling for his big brother?
Or…
He couldn't tell.
It’s an emotion he couldn’t identify.
Everything has been feeling dull for him.
Wemmbu has died in his arms.
He decides to stay.
Around him suddenly feels cold.
Spoke leans closer to the body he’s embracing.
The voidling embraces his older brother even more, tightening his arms around the body as he brings the now dead body closer to him.
He lets go of Wemmbu’s hand that has gone colder than it normally would.
His hands are now stained with the blood of his own brother. And he was the cause of it that Wemmbu died like this.
He knows Wemmbu would rather die in another way than like this.
An aching feeling grew in his heart as he stayed and held the body longer.
Maybe in another universe.
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Spoke brushed his hair back and put them up into twin tails with quick hands, he took one of the ties that was given by Wemmbu and ties it around the base of one of the twin tails so it stays,
“Spoke! Come on, Miss Hannah is waiting for us!”
“Just wait a second! I’m almost done!”
After Spoke is done tying the other one, he grabs his infamous rainbow bandana and wears it around his forehead, he looks at the mirror to make sure everything looks good. “Okay, I’m ready!” He quickly grabs his backpack that’s on his bed, when he speed walks past the mirror he takes a glance and sees that for some reason he looks different.
He stops in his tracks to look at the mirror more clearly, the reflection of him in the mirror was him wearing a different kind of outfit, it looks like a suit with red accents and he’s wearing a hat.
He blinked once,
Suddenly it’s back to normal.
A creak sound can be heard when his bedroom door was pushed open by his big brother. “Spoke, come on. We’re gonna be late.”
“Uh— yeah, yeah, I’m going..”
He turned off the lights in his room as he walked out and closed the door. Spoke and Wemmbu walked out of the apartment, Wemmbu stayed behind Spoke since he’s carrying the key, he locked the entrance door and put the key in his pocket.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Wemmbu pushed the button in the elevator that will bring them to the lobby. The two boys chatted with each other, as they talked Spoke looked at the reflection of them in the metal elevator door.
!!!
It’s that version of him again!
Spoke sucked in his breath as he sweat drops, he thought that everything will be fine here! He looked at Wemmbu’s reflection and saw that he’s all bloody. His eyes shakes, he couldn’t see his brother’s face because it was covered by the reflecting lights.
How is this possible?
He thought he could leave it all behind—!
”Spoke?”
He snapped back into reality as he choked on air, Wemmbu patted his back, “You good, bro?” He could hear the worried tone in his voice, “You just— stopped talking in the middle of our conversation.
Do you need a day off from school? Are you sick?”
“I’m fine.” Spoke answered, a lie.
“I was just.. distracted.”
Wemmbu clearly doesn’t buy it as he squints his eyes at the boy suspiciously, but he lets it slide anyway, “.. Alright, whatever you say.”
The elevator then stopped with a Ding!
as the door slides open. Wemmbu put his arms around Spoke’s shoulder and brought him close to his side as they both walked out, “If anything’s wrong, just talk to me, okay?” He ruffled the boy’s hair which made Spoke huffed as he fixes it again,
“Okay, thanks..”
“Hm.. how about you tell me the story you and Mapic wrote?”
That seems to lighten Spoke’s mood a little especially at the mention of his best friend’s name, “Okay!
So there's this very evil guy named Ashswag, right?”