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The burns spead across his body as aching reminders of all hes done. Wemmbu knows hes not.. good. Never has he been the one to be selfless, stand infrout of someone, take their woes.
He’d rather be the one hitting. Always. Even now as the lava rains down on them, now as he stands face to face with Flame. But a storm of conflict has been stewing in his head ever since he made this new identity. He doesn't want to fight anymore, not for something so Insignificant as title of ‘strongest’.
But if he doesn't, Flame won't stop till he gets a true win. Wont stop until people cease questioning whos at the top. Wemmbu glazes to Flame, or maybe he likes this, likes having someone to fight, doesn't like being alone. Flame doesn't have many friends, does he?
“What are you waiting for.” with a tilted head, Flame points his sword at Wemmbu.
Wemmbu ignores him in favor of glaring at Parrot. “Why couldn't you have just left me alone.” Parrot grinds his teeth, face tainted with false security, as if he's questioning the same thing.
“Y- you can’t seriously be asking that, you know why i couldn't.” Parrot glares back. Wemmbu scoffs, “Bro, shut up.” He shoots a wind charge with no real force at Parrot.
Flame didnt look as Parrot fell off the platform, eyes focused solely on Wemmbu.
“Lets go! come on.” The demon practically spat fire. The lava was closing in on them fast, Flame didnt seem to care.
“Yeah uhuh.” Wemmbu knew he would not win this, and honestly he didn't know if wanted to. Thats a sad thought, at the very least he should escape and get back to Egg.
Before he can even begin to think up an escape plot, Flame rushes at him swinging. Wemmbu swallows harshly and steps out of the way, as best as he can with lava threatening his every move.
Flame nicks him under the eye anyhow, Wemmbu thinks— maybe he can fall into the void and fly back up out— He doesn't get to test it before Flame wacks him in the side of the head with the handle of his sword.
He falls, his hand drops the shield as his fingers catch lava, Wemmbu whines, one more burn to add to many covering his body. He just wants to stop, he’d even rather farm invis pots than be here.
Flame has him pinned, Wemmbu’s eyes burn, he may just really die here. Flame stabs his sword straight into his heart, and yanks it back out, blood flys coating both of them. Wemmbu’s totem pops, he sucks in a harsh breath, The oxygen has started to thin around them, the lava eating it. The ribs protecting his organs suddenly shaped themselves back into their natural form, and that agonizing and feeling travels up to his face.
“Admit it! say I'm the strongest, right now!” Flame yells at him, Wemmbu just wants to cry.
“Yeah..?” He heaves from his place on the ground, still recovering from the agonizing pain of a totem. “You can be the strongest.” Flame backs away a bit, Wemmbu can't decipher the look on his face, too worried wondering what Egg is going to do without him.
“Thats it..?” The demon frowns. “you- you’ll never be the strongest, never were.”
“Mhm.. yes, yup. It's all yours.” Wemmbu leans further into the ground, if that's even possible, and closes his eyes.
Flame backs up futher, hearing something in the nonexistent wind. He looks around, listening for whatever noise he may have heard, and looks up. A distant whistling sound.
Wemmbu’s eyes burst open when he feels it, the arrow pierces into his body right where the totem healed, it goes further then Flames sword once did. He crys out.
“What the fuck!” Flame moved with urgency, trying to find out where that arrow had come from— dozens of people started floating down the lava.
Flame hears distant yelling of— ‘There he is!’ He looks back at his dying rival, “Bro get another totem you're about to die!”
Wemmbu doesnt. Flame groans and quickly starts searching around for an ender chest, he only finds players closing in on him.
The people jump him with urgent yells, not sparing a glance at Wemmbu on the ground, who just stared as Flame fought the hoard. He thinks back to his life and how he got here, why he wanted the title of strongest in the first place, to refute what people thought about him? Was it ever for himself?
How lonely has it made him, how many friends had he lost, and people have betrayed him? He moved forward through all of that, with one single goal, not even giving himself a chance to grieve, or just take a simple breather.
And when he finally got there? Empty, that title made him nothing but desolate, numb, unfulfilled. Looking back on all of it, it was really stupid, he never even really wanted the title itself, but whenever he thought back to those words. Proving Mane wrong felt like it was all he was alive for, proving everyone wrong really.
As the Invisible knight, for once in his life, he just wanted to be..
As he lies there blood pooling underneath him, pain all but a distant ache now, Wemmbu wonders briefly, if Flame will come to realize the same, or will he keep fighting till death for whatever his clause is?
There are many things he regrets, including leaving Egg on his own, and dying trying to prove he wasn't some lost cause.
Hm. No matter how much he wants to live though this, nothing he can really do about it now. he doesn't fight it. He doesn't run this time. He accepts it.
Wemmbu hears Flame’s distant voice fade further. The world casts a white cloud over him.
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Wemmbu feels his head throb, his entire vision shakes and blurs, he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls at his hair. The fact that he can see anything at all after ..dying, is a surprise. He's not sure if it's a welcomed one just yet. His arms wobble as he pulls himself up into a sitting position.
His ears ring as he flickers his eyes open, white, just white void. he looks down at where he sits, floating in a cloudy abyss. Everything is translucent, like he should see his reflection in the abyss, but he can't.
“Hello there.” A voice echoes somewhere in front of him.
Wemmbu frowns mentally preparing himself for a fight, but when he looks up, he sees.. “Oh my god.” He whispers without even realizing. The figure before him, a godly, unnatural presence.
Their figure buried beneath robes, and golden ornaments, bathed in holy presence, their head floats above their body, a mask covering the features they may or may not have, with an ‘XD’ sign on it. They were draped within golds, whites, and shades of green of all kind.
A white yellowish halo floats above their head, eyes went along it like fairy lights. And the wings, white small things, but still with that unnatural glow.
A book floats infrout of them, open before the being notices him staring, the book slams shut. “You got it first try! im almost honored.”
Wemmbu doesn't speak stuck in the shock of all of this, and the imitation that comes with standing in front of this- whatever they are.
“Well more accurately, the god of chaos, but I suppose I can let that slide- not your fault you didn't know, people from your future don't seem to know much about me.” They they mutter a bit more quietly, “Which is so fuckin stupid..”
The so called god of chaos is stagnant for a moment, maybe waiting for some type of response. Wemmbu tries to digest what this god has said to him, ..his future?
It spin its head around unnaturally, “I'm still more new with this.” they gesture around them, the white void. “So let me just get straight to the point here..”
“You are now my bitch, my muse on a leash—”
“Excuse you?” Wemmbu twitched, after saying that, he regretted it immediately, maybe he shouldn't have— But was he just gonna let this dude call him a bitch, not just a bitch, but his bitch? Bro. He felt his sword, he still has all his gear, or at least what is left of it. But honestly trying to fight a god isn't on his to-do list as a ghost.
Wemmbu is confused, dazed and still a little pissed about dying. He just wants to go back to being the invisible knight, it wasn't always great, but at least he wasn't trapped with weird gods, and their white abysses.
“Oh so that finally got you to talk! Just call me XD— listen, the real reason I brought you before me.. haha it's actually a little embarrassing..” the god took a dramatic breath in. “i'm in need of assistance, just.. a tiny little bit.”
“Stop.. Why am i here, alive?” Wemmbu got braver, he's already maybe- dead, what's the worst this dude could do to him? This may not even be real, he's starting to doubt it is. It feels like a dream.
XD’s mask mouth curls up into a primal smile. “feisty! I knew i’d love you— well of fucking course, I am always right after all.” They wondered off topic, for a god they sure are … well.
“This is really a deal that would benefit both of us. You live out your life in my server, help me fix it, and I'll help your little friend Egg have a happy life after your death on unstable!”
“What do you mean have a happy life? what's gonna happen to him.” The dragon hybrid asked urgently, almost too scared to know the answer.
“Welll I took a little glance at the future of my server and just, you know, the future as a whole… your friend there doesn't deal too well with your death, and with no one to protect him.. heh.” They shug.
“What. Your server, why can't you just bring him with me?” Egg was going to be fine, he would make sure of that. Egg is not a fighter, everyone knows that, and with himself now dead.. Wemmbu would think that would make Egg more safe! Egg doesn't have enemies, the only reason he's captured all the time is because of Wemmbu. And he has Minute, possibly? Wemmbu hasn't seen Minute in a bit..
“Err.. you see thats not exactly possible. I can only do so much.” XD acts pitying. “But.. don't you want to guarantee his life, his safety? Even if hes not here.” Wemmbu looks at the ground, the stupid white void, and doesnt speak. He can't cry, not infrout of a god. Or ever. He’d rather live out his horrible life on unstable if it meant seeing his only friend.
His voice wobbles “Why do you need me?” The question bugged him more than he’d like to admit.
“Well you see, us gods can make mistakes too, and i.. yeah, i bessed a mortal and he has now-” XD suddenly became agitated “-completely fucked me over!”
“You’d think he’d be greatful for all that power i gave him.. But he made all the others hate me! And now? hes taking power, draining it from me, my server— No matter how people he convinces the server is his, its not! Its mine!” XD’s voice booms though the void, echoing. “Oh, oh! And that time traveling whore! His shenanigans have casued a butterfly effect that will destroy everything i bult!” Wemmbu fidgets, unsure of what to do with an angry god.
“Uhh. All that sounds totally horrible of him, but what am i supposed to do about it?” Wemmbu asks hesitately.
XD laughed, voice sweeter now. “You will do so much for me, don't worry about that timetraveler, just focus on Dream. Kill him or don't for all i care, just hurt him.. And protect the death lady’s kids. She has been on my back about that!”
“I know you’ll do great! Because you have to, i wouldve done it all myself.. but their watching, and im on my last chance here..”
There was silence for a moment, Wemmbu thought about what this means. So hes just supposed to kill some guy, and Egg is safe forever? “Thats it..?”
XD smiles wildly “Essentially.”
Wemmbu bits his tongue, he wonders how much of problem this Dream guy is, can he fight? “Can I at least take my armor and ender chest..?”
“Oh yeah, i almost forgot to tell you! See little chaō, there are rules here.” The flat eyes on his mask moved to look at Wemmbu’s armor. “Those shulkers, your elytra.. its just not gonna work..” They laughed, it echos off of walls that don't exist. It stops just as quickly. “The End is— how do i say this.. hah, banned.”
Wemmbu blinks, and frowns, no shulkers is probably the worst part about this whole news.
XD shrugs “I digress, it’d be a fuck ton more interesting to let you keep all that though..” The god speaks to himself, unconcerned with the motal that stands before him, ‘s opinion. The god finally groans after a long minute. “Alright! fine. Have your stuff.”
“I’ll be busy, so don't call unless things get really bad. Right, you're ready, good luck bye now!” XD snaps his fingers for dramatic effect, the sound echoes as the mortal starts to disappear.
“Wait-” He gets no more words out before hes gone.
XD watches, amused, as the mortal fades into nothing. The white plane suddenly falls into black. “Ughh, oh great, always here to ruin my fun—” The chaos god slowly turns his head around mimicking an owl.
“—Krisy..” Death herself has come, XD had planned for this, as soon as she hears his courageous plan, she will totally forgive him. She looked the same as always, black gown, with her big hat, roses. Blah.
“Don't you dare, give me the book back, now.” She sharply yelled at him.
XD Scoffs. “It's not even the real one..” He materializes the fake book, and throws to her.
She catches it and looks at it, and than she looks to where the purple haired mortal once sat. “What have you done now, didn't I tell you to stop? you only make this whole thing worse.”
The god in front of her, sucks his teeth. “At least im trying to fix my server, what have you done! And I just sent my little pet to go protect your sons, you should be thanking me. Really, honestly, this is what I get, after all I've done for you..”
“You sent Dream after my children?!” She charges at him, now standing directly in his face.
“No- No-” Sweat beat down his face, at prospect of wrath from death. “I meant my newest pet, he's gonna help, he's powerful, but a big softy at heart I promise!” He laughs nervously, slowly, inching away from the other god.
She to backed to away from him, anger still radiating, but she put on a calm façade. “With your track record you just expect me to believe you?
“Then i suppose we both will just have to see.” XD moves to have Kristin look behind him. He created a pocket to the server, a one sided window.
She walks closer to it. The dragon mortal cooks over a fire as one of her own sleeps on the other side of the flames.
“I sent him down there with a mission, to get rid of Dream, and to protect those you care about in the meantime. I mean like— wow i didn't expect him to start so quickly.” They both watched the scene for a moment more before XD slid it away. “Yup, so maybe be a little more thankful, thanks.”
Kristin doesn't pay him with a response, but she does sigh. “How did you get this past.. him?”
She grumbles “If i even thought about doing something so utterly out of bouds..”
XD spins “Fuck that watcher! he didn't see a thing, that hermit douche won't ever notice a thing.” He says that last part more sinisterly.
She huffs, “What ever you're planning is too risky, we both know what will happen if they find out.”
“I do risky shit all the time it always ends up fine in the end—” XD says, before catching Lady Death looking at him with a raised brow.
“Alright, okay.” XD back tracks. “Dream was a mistake, one that I won't make again!” XD suddenly got louder.
“You know people In the future don't even even know who I am? whenever someone utters my name they always think they're talking about that lousy mortal motherfucker!” He exclaimed angrily, the future he saw was really a blow to his ego.
Death was not concerned with his outburst. “All of this is really your own fault, what kind of idiot blesses the first mortal named after him?” XD did, apparently. Very quickly too, as soon as he was born and his sheep mother uttered his name.
“Anyhow, i have the most wondrous plan ever to be put into words here! Don't fuck up my flow, im helping us all out.” He suede his hips in a mocking sense. “I'm going to fix the corruption on my server and finally get rid of that ratchet, masked, ungrateful, little swine—!”
“Stop the nonsense, tell me this- oh so great plan you have!” she grow more frustrated the further XD rambled on.
XD gave her a wobbly, nervous, smile.
“Well you know that new parkour god..”
She face pamed. “Oh my Pri—”
“Hear me out! You know how he was unexpected and everything, and how cookie didn't teach him shit before he fucked off and died, we could just use him to distract the watchers, curtly persuade him to break a rule of some kind.. and boom.” XD made an explosion gesture with his hands. This was probably the greatest plan he could come up within an hour, who needs more time to plan when you have such an amazing brain?
“You want to take advantage, of what? a ‘god’ that is barely been around for 5 months? For Prime sake he hasn't even met any of the other gods yet! This is cruel, i'm quite sure he doesn't even know what his own godly form looks like.” She said, questioning his utter lack of empathy.
“Oh please, he's Prime’s little baby right now, he'll be forgiven with just a ‘sorry’. Plus, it's not like he actually knows the rules, can't break them if you don't know them.” XD shrugged, he can always just apologize, and make good with the guy afterwards. Surely.
Death was still stubborn about her morals, gosh he really didn't wanna pull this card out now, but.. “Think of your sons..”
Her hand twitched, she stayed silent, but her fingers rubbed between her temple. hopefully considering his plan, because if she doesn't, XD has literally no backups. “You will make it up to this poor boy, ..afterwards.”
“Fuck yes!” He spun happily.
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The wind rushed past his body, his stomach ached, not longing for food, but the pain it once knew. Even his organs know how unnatural this predicament is. Wemmbu shouldn't be alive, Flame-
Yeah. So none of that just now was a dream, he really did talk to a god and sell his soul. Hm. He didn't bother leaving his place on the ground, face first in the soft, cold.
What even was the deal again? Kill somebody, protect some others? And if he does all that, Egg gets a somewhat happy life, or at least he gets to live. Wemmbu should've asked more, but at the time nothing but getting away from the god felt right, his fault, now he's paying for it.
Well he’s here now, can't really do anything about it can he? He shifted, sat up on his knees, he looked down, snow. Awful way to start this hunt, he needs to find where ever this server’s spawn is. He covers his face with his hands, sighing. Where does he even start?
Wemmbu opened the player list, not many people at all, this must be a private server, He wishes XD wouldve told him more. His hearts look different, so not hardcore, which is a odd feeling after living in one almost his entire life.
But it could also be nice.. because he may just freeze to death right now. The cold felt somewhat nice, but Wemmbu knew he couldn't stay here long.
Other then the hearts and lack of players, this world didn't feel any different, when he does get to spawn it feels like hes still gonna get jumped by angry players. But he won't, its… so- different.
Its odd. When you can be yourself and not have people run from you. He didn't have to be the invisible Knight here, doesn't have to be the immortal demon’s rival, a terrorist, Mane’s student, or apart of Zam—
No one knew him.
He bared his teeth, and stood shaking. He didn't know where he was heading, and he didn't care.
His coat dragged arcoss the snow, boots not made for this harsh weather sunk farther into the white as he walked. Wemmbu clenched his fists around the fur of his coat, shevering, the snow slowly fell onto his face, melting as soon as it hit. Dispate all of this, he kept a steady toothy smirk.
Wemmbu lost himself in his stred, he shook, the cold wind ready to knock him over any second now. But he continued just walking. In that moment the wind took its chance to charge him, he wobbled. But he was ready for it; to catch himself before he fell.
But he didn't account for anything to be in the snow. His foot got caught, over hard armor like— he huffed as he hit the ground, but his legs draped over a lifeless body. “Oh that's disgusting.” Wemmbu crawled away quickly.
Wemmbu saw alot of dead bodys on Unstable, but they usually poof into a white smoke after 10 or so minutes. He doesn't know how it works on this smp, he hopes this body isnt like.. decomposed or—
The body in question moves
Wemmbu’s joints creek as he snaps up with his shield ready. But the body doesn't move any further, just.. shallow breaths.
He narrows his eyes at it, really looking for the first time. The most prominent feature, one he has no idea how he didn't notice before, their face flat in the snow, with long pink hair flowing along their back.
Wemmbu blinks, envy bubbling inside of his stomach. His mind flashes back to dark void, lava closing in, fire catching the mid of his hair, forcing him to cut it before it lit the rest of him ablaze.
The man, identified from his bulky form, wears iron armor of all things.. what was he expecting walking around in that.. and not a coat, or any type of winter gear in sight!
Wemmbu rolled his eyes, a weird pitying feeling washed over him. “I really hate this.” he gurmbed half heartly kicking the body.
Being in this new world he needs to get to know the people before he can go around doing whatever, getting gear and such, mostly more rockets.. Maybe helping this person will be helpful for him in the future.
20 minutes later he had a steady fire going, with a seruer cooking mutton, steaming above. Because theres no way hes giving this stranger his gapples, no matter how sad, and cold, the poor piglin hybrid looks.
Wemmbu tightens his wings around himself, the warmth from his coat now gone, given to the pig.
The snow had long stopped falling, but he had still moved the both of them to a small cave nearby. Moving the guy was hell on earth, dont even ask him how he finally managed.
While trying to get the heavy dude to the cave, he triped again over some mask, a piglin skull mask— because why not? He also found an iron pick, but didn't bother taking that, because what is it even worth.
When he tripped, it cracked at the tusk. Wemmbu hopes the guy won't try anything over it.
Wemmbu huffed, annoyed, wondering why hes even helping this guy— he may even attempt Wemmbu’s life when he wakes, key word: attempt.
Because even if this guy is good at pvp, which is already an if, he's wearing iron.
The mask now sat at the mans side, Wemmbu gazes over at him. His hair, long and pink, a tiny bit to close to the fire. Wemmbu trys not to smile at the thought of his nice hair catching it.
Wemmbu doesn't want to think about bad his own must look now, burned at the bottoms and unevenly sliced through.
..
He slumped on a rock, and closed his eyes, mentally exhausted. Why did it have to be him to end up in this hell hole. Dont be selfish, we're trying to protect Egg here.
Wemmbu crouched down, and put his hands on his face, he sighed. The Dream smp huh?
Wemmbu knows this place, ahem- server. Well, he's heard of it, only very odd hear-say. The players that used to be on this server, the ones still living that is.. all relentlessly avoid conversations about the Dream Smp. Some players even pretend the others don't exist.
Because no one likes to talk about the server, no one knows what went so wrong. Other than the tight lipped members.
Wemmbu has been a bystander when someone asked Skeppy about it before, he got this weird red glint in his eyes and said nothing.
He didn't talk to anyone for days, like he was having some psychotic break, he went back to normal after those few days.
He blew smoke into the air, desperate for warmth. He misses the cold the End provided, it was an embrace, not suffocating like the snow.
Something grumbled on the other side of the fire, Wemmbu slowly stood, with what little rockets he had left in hand.
His pink hair fell off his back as he moved, slow and predictable at first. Wemmbu narrows his eyes down at him, almost daring the pig to fight.
The man suddenly darted toward the fire grabbed one of the burning sticks, ran to Wemmbu, pushed him to the ground, heat radiated off the stick beating close to his neck.
Okay, so this dude is insane!
The man shoved one of his legs on Wemmbu’s to hold him down, using his arm; not holding a stick, to hold down his wrist, shield discarded in the stuggle. The pig’s other hand held the sitck, but his elbow squashed into Wemmbu’s other arm, despite that he still kept his rockets tightly in his grip.
“Bro-!” Wemmbu attempted to speak, but the other held the stick closer to his neck.
“Where is Dream?”
Dream Oh. Thats who XD was referring to. The god was not the first hes heard that name from. Wemmbu does know some about him, nothing really good either. Okay maybe one good thing, his records and fighting used to be foned over obsessively. The other times was mostly people complaining about how he acts at mcc, Wemmbu’s never been, not yet at least..
Why this pink haired dude is asking is where he is, is beyond him, but it is a good start to finding the guy. “No, get off me. I just saw you laying in the snow— so… yeah.”
The man above Wemmbu, blinked, he relaxed ever so slightly, and looked regretful. “Ah.. my bad.” the response was short as he got up, genuinely seeming sorry. But Wemmbu wouldn't be so quick to believe it, as he grabbed his shield.
Wemmbu shot up as soon as he was able, once they were both standing, their gaze followed the same, The dragon sized the other up. The pig on the other hand was just looking, trying to assess where he was, what happened, and who this is, in front of him. “I've never seen, nor heard about you on the server, also where are we?” He glanced around briefly.
Wemmbu scoffed, “To be honest, I just got here. Oh, and I found you half dead in the snow.” The other sighed, Wemmbu looked him over again before his eyes grew wide, truly understanding who he was sizing up.
“Holy your.. Technoblade.” The sudden realization made him clench his shield closer to him, even though he had every upper hand in this situation.
Techno didn't say anything, face almost blank. disappointed?
Wemmbu grew nervous, but that didn't stop his mouth from betraying him, as he began to mumble. “Bro people still talk about your skyblock days—”
Techno frowns. “Still?.. huh, it wasn't that long ago was it?” Ah oops. This fanboying hes doing needs to stop, because its embarrassing, and he can't silp up like that again. Techno turns around, takes the meat cooking on the fire, and eats it. He looks around the cave camp again.
“What where the coordinates you found me at?”
“Didn't look, it wasn't that far away from here.”
They didn't speak again, a few minutes pasted of Techno scavenging through his inventory. Wemmbu still had his shield up, despite being overly geared, he wasn't going to take any chances with Technoblade of all people.
Techno didn't look at him, he seemed a bit- not nervous, but unsure of what to say. The cave made every noise seem so loud. This awkward meeting was growing pitiful as they silently danced around the other, waiting for a reason to talk. Wemmbu fidgeted with his hands behind the shield, feeling utterly uncomfortable for some reason, what even is he supposed to say now? He can't just outright ask him where Dream is, can he? What if he's too obvious about hunting the guy, and their friends or something?
Wemmbu zoned out a bit as his brain played out different scenarios, he ended up not noticing the movement.
Techno walked over to where he laid previously, and picked up the dark purple cloth before walking back to Wemmbu.
The Technoblade awkwardly held out the other’s coat towards him. Wemmbu blinked out of his own head, very over this entire situation, and the possibilities that may come from it.
A younger him, navie, and full of reverence; may have begged, hands and knees, for some type of training from the guy. But now, its different, hes different. The thought irritated him.
Instead of saying anything, Wemmbu rolled his eyes, and snatched it back. He ruffled the snow off of it, and clicked back into its place, with the eye pin looking like a friend that now felt so far.
Wemmbu clenched his jaw, and glared, mood soured suddenly forgetting Dream. “What are you still doing here, get lost before i change my mind about killing you.”
Techno raised an eyebrow, and made a sound that sounded like a laugh, an amused expression laced his face, one that only futher made Wemmbu annoyed. “Did you see a pickaxe around here anywhere.”
He had.. “No.” Go away already dude. Wemmbu wants to regear, but doing that in frout of a member of the server that doesnt allow such a thing, would be idiotic.
He hummed and turned around, placing the piglin mask back on. “What is it that you want exactly?”
Wemmbu closed his eyes, oh my goshh why is this guy still talking. “What are you talking about bro.”
“You saved my life, I dont like letting favors going unpaid.” He looked back at Wemmbu, face unreadable now with the mask on. Wemmbu thought for a moment, confused. “Just.. go away.”
Wemmbu is sure that a favor from someone like Technoblade is monumental on this server, but honestly, he can't find himself quite caring. Sure, maybe he could use it to find Dream, but Wemmbu still doesn't know how this server really works, immediately chasing any lend he finds is dangerous. Especially when it's reliant on the person not lying to him
He doesn't need people to back him up, he doesn't need favors.. but being in such an unfamiliar place, maybe… no. Relying on people in the past has never worked out for him, no reason to start now.
“Thats not enough.” Techno fully turned to him now. “You saved my life, it has to balance out.” Wemmbu sighed, and grabbed at his hair, getting increasingly more stressed out. “Bro.. I dont know!”
Techno was quiet. This guy was clearly not going to go anywhere without an answer. Wemmbu bit his cheek, closing his eyes again, thinking hard about what could make this guy go away. Wemmbu pulled on his hair— ah.
Under normal circumstances, any other person that is not Egg, touching his hair? Death immediately. But these circumstances aren't exactly normal, and he doesn't wanna walk around in this new server- looking like an idiot.
Wemmbu stared at the other man’s hair, and sighed. “Cut my hair, i can’t see it well enough to cut it even.” Techno stilled, seemingly surprised but there was no real way to tell. “Thats not good enough.”
Wemmbu rolled his eyes “Do this now, do this small thing and i’ll consider it paid for now. This is important to me, life or death even.” Wemmbu kept a neutral face expecting dismissal. But Techno was silent.
“Okay.” He grumbled, clearly not agreeing but not refusing either. Along as he gos away after this Wemmbu doesn't care.
Techno walked over awkwardly.
Wemmbu lifted his chin up “If you attempt to kill me, i promise you not even a cut will be inflicted upon me before you die.” Wemmbu handed him his sword, Techno took it.
“Dont cut it too much, only even it out..” Techno nodded, and walked around him.
Wemmbu’s eye twitched at the thought of the pig deciding he wants to be the only long-haired guy in the server, cutting all of his hair off and stabbing him in the back. Egg wouldn't make him feel like that.
Wemmbu swallowed sharply as he heard and felt the sword slice through his hair. He could breathe again after feeling it still there.
“Okay.. i guess i’ll just go now?” He picked up the burned stick he once held to Wemmbu’s throat. He added “.. Don't forget about the favor.” He walked off into the distance, Wemmbu watched him till he was out of view.
The dragon squeezed his hands into fists, glaring at where pigiln walked away. He gumbled as he placed his ender chest, “Whatever.” He begins to search through it, throwing down his mace on the floor as his takes out enchanting bottles and smashes them. His armor was horribly broken, some of it beyond repair. He had quite liked his invis gear, but now it just brought bad memories. And good ones..
Should he keep wearing it? He would have to remake some of it, but thats easy. Its just diamond. And he has way too much nethernite, redoing the trims wouldn't hurt him, only take a bit of time without the templates, but it's possible.
Thats right, this server is outdated, they don't have some of the things he's grown used to.. They dont even have dog armor yet!
..Or Maces..
Wemmbu picks up his mace, newly mended. And turns over Gambit in his hand. Well that just makes things more interesting.
This was possibly going to be one of the easiest things hes ever done. Kill one person? He’s killed a thousand times that! Theres not even that many people on this server.
He won't be needing that favor.
He doesn't need help with this, or anything. Wemmbu’s mind flashes back to Egg—”If you keep doing this, leaving people behind, doing this by yourself, you’re only making more enemies in the long run. You may beat them now, but, what happens when you're alone and out numbered?”
Wemmbu shakes the thought out of his head.
He gathers up all of his stuff and snuffs the fire out, as he walks out of the cave he whispered, to someone he knew wouldn't hear. “You don't get to argue with me in my own head, im doing this for you.”