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It hurt, but Jude couldn't tell what's causing it. He sat in the hole, inventory still full of Sharpness' tools, armor, and his strength. Jude stares at his communicator, activating it as the message crackles to life infront of him.

Conexion was slain by Judelow

He should feel happy, flowers blooming in his stomach and twisting it in pure joy, being able to reverse the death onto Sharpness. It proved he was smart, he outsmarted Sharpness, not it was surprising since Sharp lacks a brain, but its still an amazing play.

But he feels hollow.

Nevermind, it's probably going to fade soon, Jude thinks, and finally gets the strength to lift himself up, using the chest he placed nearby as something to hold onto, before finally opening it once he's standing.

Placing the items for safekeeping in that chest, he keeps the more important stuff in his inventory before reaching for the ladder and climbing up, heading back towards his base near spawn.

——

Hic!

Jude hiccups, covering his mouth quickly and looking up, checking if any nametags were nearby enough to have heard that.

Jude was currently just a few blocks under the surface, building another trap a few hundred blocks away from spawn. He had just placed a piston, about to place another right beside it, until his hiccup made him missplace it.

"..Damnit" He whispered once he saw the coast was clear, pulling out his pickaxe and mining away at the block until it pops and slips back into his inventory. He's gotta remember to get some water, he cant be getting sick now, he'd be an easy target.

Atleast thats what Sharpness would say.

——

The clock ticks away as Jude is once again bent over his desk working on another trap. He's moved that honeyblock multiple times already, or is it supposed to be a slime block? he doesn't know at this point.

Jude doesnt even take the time to check the clock, not until he spots the slightest golden glow coming from his window. "..5?" Jude whispers to himself, straightening up his back before turning to the clock, staring at his little bonnie themed time-teller, its 5:21.

"Judee! Whats with all that scratching?" Jude practically jolts up, turning to face the door, which stays closed without a shadow coming closer to him.

Sharpness would already be dragging him to bed by now, or scold him.

Cough.

——

It wasnt until he thought of the betrayal again, the pain he felt once he had to change his armor to activate the sculk, seeing Sharpness push the button, even standing above the backup trap already hurt.

It felt like once he ripped the netherite armor off to replace wit diamond, he ripped a piece of his own heart out with it—

Ghk!—

Judes hands instinctively reach at his mouth, one reaching in as a petal sneaks up, but gets stuck along the way.

It takes a minute, and thankfully so, Jude manages to run outside to throw up, hand managing to pull out the petal before letting it follow the stream of vomit, a mix of yellowish white and red, the singular piece of that black petal standing out in the middle.

Jude holds back a gag, both from the smell and the sight. It twists his guts, colors perfectly reminding that of Sharpness, and the smell of sweet honey that he drank earlier mimicking Sharpness' sweet perfume and helping color the actual vomit part of the throw up.

Blood still drips down from Judes mouth, until he finally decides to shake off the vomit covering his hand and run back in to get water, preferably ice cold water, to freeze the blood.

Sharpness would've already sat him down, asked him to rest, and get the ice water for him, maybe already readied the plastic bag for him to throw up in.

Well, thats what Jude thinks, he wasn't sick in any moment of their time together, but he'd like to think thats what Sharpness would do.

A slow petal creeps out near his bunny tail that he shrugs off as back pain from staying up.

——

Another trap is in the making, Jude as always, hopping around six hundred blocks away from spawn, before finally digging down and pulling out a shulker, grabbing his materials and starting on placing the blocks the sticky pistons would rest on.

Crouching while making a trap was normal, but having to crawl in the one by one part to place more dust was something Jude barely did.

So it wasnt a shock when another coughing fit starts, he accidentally swallows a bit of the dust, leading it to become worse, to the point he hit his head while crawling out, but he didnt care, and climbed out quickly until his ears can pop back up and his whole body can stand comfortably, comfortable enough for him to continue his coughing.

A bud sprouts behind one of his ears, right above the bump he got.

——

Jude wasn't one to need lubrication for his animatronic parts, but it's been starting to rust, even if he hasn't touched water in awhile, squeaking and being hard to move at times, leading his pvp skills to lower significantly.

Now, theres no sorts of lubrication in Minecraft, not any that Jude knows atleast, except for wax which he has none of right now.

This might be the only time coughing up blood would be nice, and thankfully he knew how to cough it up on command.

♡

Sharpness was someone different, unlike the rest, his skin was always smooth, no matter how much fights he gets in, no matter the terrain, mud, stone, or even sand, his skin manages to stay smooth.

Something something, Judes heard mud does help with skin in a way, not that he believes it, but that seems to be the only explanation he knows is accessable in Minecraft.

Now that he recalls, there was a little tub of something in the place he designates as his bathroom, where he changes, showers, and looks at himself in, was that Shapeness'?

..Jude needs to return it sometime, maybe he'll ask Sharp to log on in a bit, he misses those stupid green eyes and that smi—

UgHk!

Coughs Jude, chest heaving and throat squeezing tight as soon as he thinks of meeting Sharp, liquid of crimson falls on the wood flooring, staining the planks, but it's seeping through, so Judes gotta hurry.

He doesn't enjoy this, not at all, but it's to keep him sneaky, and he'll build replacement parts in the future when he has time.

Spreading the blood onto the rusted joints and squeaky hinges, he manages to lube them up enough to stop the issues, even just for a bit.

Back to mining for materials, Jude thinks, standing up and reaching for the door handle, before holding the wall all up the staired entrance of his base.

Blood dries, leaving a mark on the ground, petals that landed first covered some parts so blood couldn't touch them, leaving signs, and an imprint of this sickness.

——

Jude isn't stupid, he knew about the disease, if the petals weren't obvious enough, the new flower crown that stabs through his skull would've shown it to him.

Black petals covered his wounds, every scar Tai's netherite sword leaves, every bruise and burn left from the explosions of TNT minecarts he bumped into, every glass shards that dug into his skin when splash potions are thrown.

Vines would loop around it like stitches, until popping back up with a flower.

Like Sharp would patch him up, or vice versa.

——

It was when Jude starts throwing up those full on flowers does he choose to finally isolate himself, turning off his communicator, he mines his bed, placing it in his shulker, and slipping on his elytra.

It didnt take much time, or it did, Jude doesn't know, but he manages to find an isolated hill a few thousand blocks from spawn, where he would usually spend his days planning traps before he actually had a base.

Jude slips under the lone tree, placing his bed near and his shulker full of other important stuff beside it.

Jude stays there, eating food occasionally, only when he's really hungry.

Water isnt a problem, he's able to take sips from his bucket, not like he's gonna use it to save himself from fall damage.

Jude stays there, alone with his thoughts if he had any, with the spikes constantly stabbing through his skull.

——

His bed is stained red, sheets showing blooms where he coughed on and threw up on, its pretty.

Petals stick to the pillow, some leaving marks after being blown away by the wind.

It's comforting, dying alone.

Jude isn't one to trust people, and the betrayal only strengthens that belief.

His words have becomes shorter recently, thoughts left for no one but himself.

Why would he talk about things he already knew?

This isnt any different than staying up late, whether from making traps, or personal thoughts, he's always felt like this when he's alone and vulnerable.

He's always felt like this when he's alone.

He's always felt like this.

Was he always this pathetic?

The air swings a little around him, if thats the sound of a firework or just a strong gust of wind, he didnt know.

A hand moves to his head, circling and cupping his face.

a pop and cold glass hits his lips.

Strawberry, and that bitter medicinal flavor.

A potion of regeneration

But once pure magenta eyes closed, so does his heart.

Closed off for eternity.

——

Sharpness just sits there with Judes body, looking at the blurry sunset, and then at the bunny, pale skin turning purple by the second, mimicking his purple animatronic parts.

A rotten petal falls on Jude's head before sharpness huddles up closer and closes his eyes, throat finally closing up.

Forever in death, Never in life