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It was quiet, Etho running his hands through his hair. A summons, from the king. Something Etho really couldn’t ignore. He wasn’t a prince, he wasn’t even the words behind the letters. Oh gods, had the king gotten a hold of some of Pearl’s letters? If that happened, there was no way Etho would be able to-
To do what? What was Etho even saying? To do…another scam? The biggest scam they could ever do. A robbery of the royal vault, filled to the brim with gold, more than any of them could spend in one lifetime.
It was like the three of them got to the same place at the same time, all three of them looking up at each other with varying degrees of excitement. “We can’t.” Tango instantly said, a smile already starting to grow on his face.
“It would be a death wish.” Etho agreed.
“I mean,” Pearl paused, eyes flicking down towards the letter again. “Ignoring a summons like that, that would be a death wish as well.” There was another pause, Pearl letting the sentiment really sink in. Then-
“It would be the greatest scam we could ever do.”
-Etho accidentally lies his way into his kingdom's castle, and worse, into the sights of the king.-
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expired milk. by goingdownorup
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
14 Feb 2026
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Death, as a concept, has never been something that scary to Etho.
“Man, they are-” Etho swallowed hard, cringing at how tight his voice sounded. “They are really waiting till the last moment, aren’t they?”
None of them asked who ‘they’ were. Etho really didn’t know himself, it was just easier to blame something like this on someone other than his failing body. Of course, his body didn’t feel like it was failing, but it had to be, because he was dying. He was supposed to be dying, or dead, at 35. He was supposed to-
Five minutes left.
“Do you think it will hurt?”
Etho was supposed to die at 35.
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Embarrassingly enough, Etho wasn’t sure how long the vase had been sitting on his coffee table. There was a high possibility that his mind just tuned it out, like he had done when it was at Bdubs and his shared apartment. It really was that ugly, the pattern clashing with itself and causing literal headaches, Etho kind of just learned how to ignore it. So sure, Etho wasn’t really aware of how long it had been sitting on his coffee table,
He just knew it shouldn’t be.
-Etho and Bdubs have been broken up for a year. they're totally over it, and not having a custody battle with a vase.
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Tango really should’ve expected the knock.
It wasn’t surprising to see Etho on the other side of the door, a torn mask and a bloody smile that shouldn't have looked as attractive as it did. His arm was hanging loose at his side, probably dislocated. The superhero just leaned against the frame, making Tango huff out something tired. “Hey, T.” Etho finally spoke, voice sounding a bit tight. “Got room in the inn?”
“You’re so stupid, man.”
Etho, Tango, and the fact that nothing changes, even if they wanted it to.
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“It’s not my fault people leave expensive products lying around during a frat party.”
The argument could be made that they weren’t leaving things out, the light bulbs were kind of needed but…
40 bucks? For nothing but baring through a frat party? Joel could get behind something like that. The guy had stuffed the bulb back into his jacket along with his hands, tilting his head back and forth as Joel stared at him Honestly, he looked like any other tired college student, one that could slip in and out of a party without much trouble. “...How do you tell the difference?” Joel found himself asking.
There was a pause, the guy’s eyes crinkling further for a moment before they fell back into some form of practiced neutrality. “Why?” He asked back, stepping closer to Joel. “Looking to get into the light bulb resale market?”
“Maybe.”
“Then why would I help a competitor?”
Or, instead of ratting out a random guy with sticky fingers, Joel decides to beat him at his own game.