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2026-04-12
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" At least someone understands. "

Summary:

Uh yap. Director/Wifies somehow survives the explosion and fakes his death yet again and works with Spoke to find Mapicc but mostly get Parrot's trust back
I'm bad at summaries dawg 💔✌️
(Be warn English is NOT my first language and I have no beta readers soo writing may be ass)

Notes:

This is like uhhh the pilot, I might change stuff in the future but yep
I just wanted to write this because there were no fics with this idea
(And I miss Wifies and Odysseus duo... ;cry;)

Chapter 1: A new beginning

Chapter Text

──────────────────── 𝘼 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 ────────────────────────

 

It had been a a month or god knows how long since Wifies.. Or now The Director faked his death again. He felt dumbfounded that the reason his friendship with Parrot started, was the one thing that almost killed him.

 

Anyway, he been hiding in a little shack he made near the Farlands. He needed time adjust to his lost and adjust to the fact Parrot just left him. Well.. He did killed Nufuli, sent a ton of "assassins" after him, and clipped Parrot's wings but it was for his sake..

 

Or was it?

 

God, this guy is messy. He wanted to protect Parrot but he did more harm than good and he's finally realizing it. He hates to admit it that though..

 

Regardless, he's made a plan to get Parrot back. Although he needs someone close but not so close to Parrot to achieve his goal.

 

He can't ask Jumperwho for help for obvious reasons, can't ask Theo because he probably knows what he did to Parrot and so on.. No one can help him.

 

Well expect for one person.

 

𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦

 

But.. Uhh he didn't know where to find Spoke, it's been a while since he even saw him, well since the Mafia.

 

So the search began, the search for his only hope to get Parrot back, the only hope of seeing that avian smile, laugh, hug with him again... And trust him again.

 

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Wifies searched far and wide for Spoke, he searched the nether.. he looked around the spawn.. he practically searching every where for Spoke yet he didn't find him anywhere. It feels like Spoke was gone, dead, banned.. His only hope of getting his friend back was gone.

 

However, a day he was flying around with his elytra, trying to find his target. He spot something near a Creaking biome. He flew down, a bit far on the hill so the thing or person didn't spot him. He opened his inventory, pulling out his spyglass.

 

Adjusting the grid slightly before looking at the thing, he spotted earlier.

 

And there it was, the one and only.. 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗜𝘀𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲.

 

He finally found him after a week! This was perfect.. On the other hand, he had to convince him to help him.. Somehow.

 

Putting away his spyglass, he climbed up the hill. Careful not to make too much noise to disrupt the zoned out Spoke.

 

A soft cough escaped his lips to attract the attention of Spoke. And it did, Spoke spun on his heels and his jaw dropped when he saw Wifies.

 

" Wifies?! Huh.. How— Am I that sleep deprived that I'm hallucinating? God.. This is hell— "

 

Spoke starts rambling about random stuff, mostly about how Wifies is alive and thinking he's hallucinating. Wifies chuckles softly, the rambling reminding him of Parrot when he was brainstorming.

 

" You're not hallucinating, Spoke. I'll explain later. "

 

" Oh— D'alright! Also why are you here?? This place is supposed to be.. what's the word.. Uh.. That people don't come here "

 

" Well.. Actually, I was looking for you. "

 

Spoke's jaw dropped again when he hear that. " HUHHH??? For me? Why huhh?? "

 

Wifies sighed at the bunch of questions Spoke was throwing at him.

 

" Because. Parrot might or might not trust me anymore and I need your help. "

 

" Dude.. I'm not a magician to fix your friendship or whatever. Also, I'm on an important mission "

 

" ...Ok. And what's your mission? Maybe I can help you with that and you can help me with the Parrot thing "

 

" Well, if you insist. I'm trying to find Mapicc.. He has been missing for a bit now and I'm scared that he's.. He's.. " Spoke's voice cracked at the end.

 

He understood what Spoke was trying to say and just gave Spoke's shoulder a squeeze. Trying to reassure him.

 

" He's probably not. " Wifies reassured.

 

" Well— His stuff was on the ground.. the ice, I gave him— It was all on the.. "

 

Suddenly the both of them heard a noise, coming from underground. Wifies' gaze drifted from Spoke's to where the noise came from but it was just a patch of grass. What could possibly be beneath the grass? Spoke left his side. Moving to pull a lever, revealing a secret entrance.

 

" Ahm. Wanna go in? It came from my base. " Spoke got close to the entrance, glancing back at Wifies.

 

" No, thanks. I'll be waiting here. "

 

" Oh. Oh okay, that's fine! I'll look for that sound myself then.. " He disappeared inside the entrance, the secret doorway closing behind him.

 

Wifies stood there. Waiting for Spoke to come back. Maybe he already left. It's likely as he doesn't trust him that much. He exhale deeply. Maybe not. Maybe he didn't leave. Or who fucking knows. It's a lost cause teaming with someone with a way too different problem. He turn around after a few minutes of waiting.. and overthinking.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥

𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱

Wifies spun around, the entrance open and Spoke came running out of it. Arrows piercing his skin, blood flowed from his injuries. One of his horns broken in half, his left arm bleed heavily, and his armor was almost all broken.

" What in the world? What happened— "

Before he could question Spoke, he was dragged by him. Down the hill, into a cave, it's dark and muddy. He opened his mouth but Spoke put his hand over it. Spoke was practically sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf, he was mumbling to himself.

After a few long minutes, that felt like decades. Spoke took his hand off Wifies mouth. Taking a step back.

" Are you now going to tell me what happened? " He asked, leaning back against a stone wall.

" Leow0ok happened. "

" Mhm. What is he doing in your base? What did you do? "

" I haven't done.. anything. I have been just hiding.. with Mapicc.. "

" Ok then, do you want some help cleaning the injuries? "

" .. Sure"

Wifies and Spoke sat in silence as Wifies helped clean the wounds. Spoke occasionally flinched as Wifies was being too harsh while cleaning but said nothing about it. Meanwhile, Wifies was a bit rusty as he hadn't helped anyone in a hot second.

𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱

Wifies broke one of the arrows that was deep in Spoke's skin, Spoke's eyes glossed with tears as he fight the urge to sob out, the agony was unbearable. Wifies stare emotionless, not really caring and kept on cleaning the other wounds.

Spoke finally opened his mouth, finding his courage " D..dude. Fuck. Fuck. Stop. You are hurting me.. stop it "

" Oh ok. Sorry. "

" Is.. that all you have to say..? Maybe that's the reason.. Parrot left yo—"

Wifies' jaw tightens " This matter does not concern Parrot so don't bring him up. Besides be grateful I'm even helping you. "

" ....Fine, whatever. Just be more gentle.."

His movements becoming harsher. Ignoring Spoke's complains or that little outburst he had.

Abruptly, he hear Spoke starting to sob from the pain. He stopped his hands, his gaze landing on Spoke's face, tears streaming down his face, Spoke's frame trembles more than before.

" Fuckk.. You don't even.. listen. You're like.. everyone else.. Heartless like.. a stone. Why did I even let you.. clean the arrows.. Mapicc would had been.. gentle but he's.. gone.." Spoke murmur to himself.

Wifies stares at Spoke. Moving his hands off him.

" I'm sorry. "

" Uh...? "

" I'm sorry for being harsh. "

" Why.. were you even harsh..? Aren't you uh.. supposed to be some kind person or whatever? "

...

" I haven't cleaned someone's wounds in a while. And being kind doesn't affect if you're harsh cleaning someone's wounds. "

" Mhmm.. sure, then. "