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After the law was defeated, everything slowly drifted back to the way it usually was. Well… never perfect, not by a long shot, but at least it was something stable(pun intended). Lettuce had been captured somewhere, though he doesn’t really know where—and the uncertainty still left a faint pit in Wemmbu’s stomach. Overall, he doesn't really give a fuck as long as he doesn’t bother him anymore
Parrot had taken charge of him, keeping him safe as best he could—always practical, always level-headed, like he knew exactly what to do even when the rest of them floundered. smartest player , amiright? I mean, he must say he is smart. Thinking back, Wemmbu realized that, somehow, they had formed a surprisingly solid team—Spoke, Parrot him with… whatever it was he actually brought to the table, and Flame.
Flame?
right.
After the whole law arc thing, Wemmbu and Flame got along fairly well. Not as friends—not really—but — pride and stubbornness still and will linger in both of them. Still, underneath all that, there was a quiet, unspoken respect. They knew each other’s strengths, their limits, and maybe, in some small way, trusted one another despite the tension that never fully left. . or on his side maybe.I wonder what Flame is doing now.
Shaking his head, Wemmbu tried to focus back on Egg, who was happily rambling about his books. The topics never really grabbed Wemmbu’s attention—but there was something comforting about listening to his best friend get excited. After all—Egg had been stuck in the End for three months. Of course Wemmbu had missed him. Of course he wanted to hear him talk, laugh, argue, or just… be there.
Speaking of the End, the duo was making their way toward the portal, heading to visit their old friend—Minutech. It had been quite a while, and really, a little visit wouldn’t hurt, right? The End was still the same hollow, echoing place, but familiar enough to feel almost comforting in its emptiness.
As they approached the staircase leading up to the portal, Eggchan set down a bed and quickly marked his spawn point. The dragon’s laughter rumbled softly behind him, teasing the seraphim as he fumbled with the simple task.
“ yo bro, at least i learned from my mistake “ giving out a slight chuckle.
“ dallright.. “ the purple one replied—still giggling over his friend.
As the final Eye of Ender clicked into place, a loud—almost universal—scream echoed across the server, announcing that an Ender Portal had been opened. Which questions Wemmbu ; Why hasn’t this portal opened before? Thousands of players had passed through this world, yet somehow no one had ever used it. Shrugging, he pushed the thought aside. It wasn’t his concern, why even dwell on it. There were other things to focus on, like making it through the portal in one piece.
They jumped down the portal, the fabric of time twisting around them. Even though it was only a split second, the sensation always made Wemmbu nauseous. The world blurred and stretched, colors bending strangely, sounds echoing oddly in his ears. He struggled to open his eyes, his stomach churning as the dizzying fall seemed to last longer than it should. When he finally did, the hollow air hit him immediately—thick, cold, and empty. The black walls pressed in, sharp and unnatural, unmistakably Minute’s little trap–entrance thing.
eugh .
The angel looks fine ,, and probably used to it which didn't really surprise Wemmbu that much. Wemmbu's throat felt like it was grasping at air, which was weird – he never felt that way, however concluded due to its unfamiliarity and just haven't been in the end for a long time.
“ COUGH cough ADRH how–are you so damn unbothered by it bro “
“ i just got aura bro “
“ dallrght , okay buddy “
Minute—somehow noticing the commotion—opened the entrance, welcoming the two inside. Eggchan waved while Wemmbu’s eyes drifted across the room, barely focusing on the conversation. Minute had clearly spent time decorating; the place looked warmer, more lived-in than before, though he’d never admit it aloud. Small touches here and there suggested he’d had a bit of peace, a few moments to himself without other worries pressing in. Good for him, Wemmbu thought, letting the thought slide through like a faint breeze.
Egg and Minute conversation continued, voices rising and falling in familiar rhythms, mostly about what had happened to Lettuce. Wemmbu answered only when directly asked, nodding or muttering as needed. Mostly, though, he let them speak, letting his mind wander—while still answering some few questions, after all–Egg was the one to request to visit the end so he let him take the lead, however he did consider visiting minute at least some time, he wouldn't do it willingly but he would if he was invited.
Mid conversation, Wemmbu suddenly felt something twisting in his throat. It felt weird–like something rooting inside his chest, air scraping uselessly against blockage. It made him dizzy. he felt something swell up—wanting to be let out, throw up.
He excused himself out, and ran straight to the bathroom almost tripping himself on the way. He coughed up everything he could in the sink–yet nothing would come out. It was hard – excruciating, he could barely breath, not enough to kill him by asphyxiation, yet not enough for him to stay conscious .
His hands clawing through his chest, the pain was intoxicating and gruesome. His lungs were full—packed so tightly that every breath scraped uselessly against something soft and unyielding. He coughed up. He coughed out something.
His blurred vision trying to make out what it was, and saw red–orange like particles. He couldn't make them out due to the lack of visibility and due to his headache he couldn't comprehend much . His eyes faded out as much—as he looks at his reflection up ahead, well failed to do so. and—
.
.
He felt warm—soft, fuzzy fabric pressed against his back. His wings twitched on instinct, then went still. His hands tingled, numb at the edges, like they didn’t fully belong to him anymore. He couldn’t feel much at all—yet somehow, everything hurt. He forced his eyes open.
It burned.
Light stung like it wasn’t meant for him. His vision swam, unfocused, the world slipping in and out as if it couldn’t decide whether to stay. Familiar shapes blurred together until recognition finally settled, dull and delayed.
…oh
Minute’s guest room.
Right.
He tried to sit up. Big mistake.
Pain flared suddenly—sharp, overwhelming, stealing the air from his lungs.
“ a–owh— ”
His voice came out rough, wrong.
Eggchan was nearby instantly, startled, rushing over and grabbing his arm like he was afraid Wemmbu might vanish if he didn’t. Wemmbu barely registered it. He let himself be guided back down, then—after a moment—pushed himself upright anyway. It hurt. A lot. But staying still felt worse, like sinking.
Egg stared at him, worry written all over his face.
“ Yo, bro— you good?? ”
“… ”
Nothing came out. Not because he didn’t want to answer—he just didn’t know how. His thoughts felt slow, slippery, like they couldn’t stick to anything long enough to make sense.
“ r-right— sorry, ” Egg muttered quickly.
Wemmbu glanced at him, managing the barest hint of amusement. Or maybe that was just habit. Even that felt distant.
“ But seriously, dude, ” Egg continued, quieter now, “why’d— why were you passed out in the bathroom? ”
The question echoed.
Bathroom.
Wemmbu tried to think. His chest tightened faintly at the effort. He remembered… pressure. His lungs feeling wrong. Too tight. Like breathing through something that wasn’t air. And there was that flash of color—orange, maybe—
“ —and why were there petals in the sink? ”
Petals.
…what?
His thoughts stalled completely. Petals?
His mind scrambled, replaying broken images: leaning over the sink, coughing—no, throwing up—something soft, something he hadn’t wanted to look at too closely. Then nothing. Just the floor rushing up and everything cutting out.Was that orange… petals?Why would there be petals?Why would he—what????
His head started to throb, confusion stacking on confusion until it felt heavy, suffocating. His chest felt tight again, but he couldn’t tell if it was real or just fear. Everything felt distant, muted, like he was watching himself from somewhere just slightly off.
“I…don't really know.,” he finally muttered, the words sounding unsure even to him.
And that scared him more than the pain.
Silence consumed them. It was loud. louder than anything.
“ i–. “ egg stuttered. “ You–, you should get some rest bro. “ egg added. “ don't worry bro “
okay.
“mhm”