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Wemmbu let out a nervous laugh.
His voice trembled. “You’re joking, right. This is a joke…Egg wouldn’t-“
“Wemmbu—”
“Egg would never just jump off the void willingly! There’s just no way! Eith- either you couldn’t stop those damn trespassers from coming through, or—I…” Wemmbu continued laughing.
He shakily wiped a single tear that escaped from his eye.
“It’s just a false alarm, right?” Wemmbu needed to be right. He wanted desperately for Minute to just say it was just a prank.
Egg was just hiding somewhere and was going to come out and surprise him.
“Wemmbu, it’s not a joke.” Minute stated firmly. He started to grow concerned as he watched Wemmbu spiral into denial.
The way his body was still and his face was still in an awkward and scary smile. Like he was attempting to prove a point he couldn’t just yet.
“Just calm down,”
“Calm down? You’re joking,” Wemmbu scoffed, a laugh tearing out from his throat as he shot Minute a sharp look.
“How can I believe you? You’re playing a prank on me. Where’s Egg? I need him right now.” Wemmbu insisted further.
“Wemmbu, listen!” Minute commanded, his eyes were wide and he was clutching both of his shoulders.
Wemmbu froze. His eyes lowered at Minute, he didn’t know if he should look at him and show him how messed up he was right now. His tail lashed around behind him impatiently.
The other let out a sigh laced with weariness. At least he had gotten the demon to stop interrupting Minute.
He watched as Minute opened his inventory and took out a piece of paper with a photo he had taken.
Wemmbu squinted his eyes a little while the other was taking it out. He noticed it had someone printed on it, like a screenshot.
“Here, see for yourself.” He handed the paper over to the demon, who snatched it quickly.
Wemmbu immediately looked at the picture, his expression turning from annoyance to a mixture of shock and disbelief.
He looked at Minute, at the photo, and at Minute again. A strained and confused smile on his face, his brows furrowed and pressed together.
His heart fell when he began to realise this wasn’t a gag. Everything stilled around him for a moment, where the quiet hum of the End was louder than their voices.
“No—no, no, no, no… NO.” He shouted.
Minute had handed Wemmbu a screenshot of Egg’s death message. It was taken earlier this week. It was a sudden and unexpected pop-up.
Minute had immediately taken it and rushed to find Eggchan. He needed to know if it was a false alarm or if it was a glitch.
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4 days ago..
The death message popped up in the server, and Minute’s frown deepened cause who is dying? He read the player user, and he let out a gasp.
Eggchan? No way, Minute was just talking to him like 2 hours ago. He reread it about 50 times. He even took 2 screenshots just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“What the...” He doesn’t remember anyone coming into the End. He was watching the entrance this whole time.
Minute begins to make his way to the study. His heart pounding as he shoved the screenshot into his pocket, his tail flicked from side to side rapidly.
“Hey, Egg?” Minute called out, holding the picture in his hand while walking to the large study to search for the angel.
“Egg?” He changed to a jog as he made it over to the chair and found it was empty. Only a halo remained glowing dimly on the chair. It was the only source of evidence that someone was here before.
Minute picked it up with trembling hands, unsure of what to do with this revelation.
What does he do now? The weight of responsibility crashed onto him when he looked at the halo and the picture.
Wemmbu… He looked around frantically like a player would attack him. How would he tell Wemmbu this? That his best friend is dead.
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(Eggchan fell out of the world)
A single screenshot of proof of his death. He was gone. He was gone, and Wemmbu couldn’t save him this time.
He wasn’t there to save him.
Wemmbu looked up at Minute, his expression darkening. Only pure rage exuded from his face.
His tail lashed against the ground angrily. Who could have done this to HIS Egg?
“Who.”
“What?”
“WHO DID THIS,” Wemmbu yelled, his face contorted into fury. His pointed ears pressed against his head. His voice bounced off the surface of the quiet dimension.
Minute flinched as Wemmbu yelled at him, demanding for an answer.
Wemmbu has never lost his temper. Atleast, never like this.
He has only seen him become extremely exasperated and scream once or twice, but that was it.
“I’m not sure… I—there was no one.” He answered carefully. Minute continued, “I don’t know who did it… Either he was tricked into jumping in—he did it as a final escape from players— or he jumped in by himself.”
Wemmbu’s eyes twitched. “How—How would you not have known? You protect the END. I—” He crossed out the last suggestion.
Egg has never been a suicidal person. How would a guy who was afraid of a little flick of a forehead jump into the void willingly? It just didn’t- It doesn’t make sense. Could it be an exploiter?
Could a player somehow have cheated past Minute’s security?
“I’m sorry, Wemmbu.” He says solemnly, his voice quiet and patient.
“Can you set up a funeral for Egg..? I have.. Some matters to attend to.” Wemmbu turns his back on Minute.
He was trying his best to maintain a patient and calm tone. He was struggling to do so by the tremble of anger that peeked out from his “calm” tone.
“Of course. Take your time to process this. I’ll set up a grave for Egg.” Minute let Wemmbu leave, following him so he could open the gates for Wemmbu to leave.
Wemmbu’s clutch on his mace tightened like a death grip.
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The server number went down rapidly, left, and right, blood and bodies laid limp and lifeless on the ground.
Rumors spread faster than the drop in players on the server, that a demon was out to get them.
The server went into lockdown and people hid. Each player beginning to vanish and disappear in an attempt to not be killed by the grieving demon.
While Wemmbu..
He searched for answers left and right, found every exploiter on the server who worked with Spoke, and even Spoke himself.
Every single time Wemmbu thought he had found a lead, it brought him to a dead end. He was full of grief, anger, and frustration.
Everyone who was there to stop him was welcomed with a mace smashing through their skulls.
The rapid decline of players in the server wasn’t left unnoticed; many great PVPer’s were sent out to stop him.
Everyone who met him face-to-face would know his grief. Even if they got away, he wouldn’t let them forget about him.
But Wemmbu fought, he fought and stripped down of their titles and reduced them to a pile of limp, dead meat.
Wemmbu’s breath trembled; he clutched his injured arm as he stepped onto another heavy and disgustingly squishy body.
“Agh—... Shit.” Wemmbu sweared under his breath.
He was 80% sure his arm was broken; he had used a lot of strength to swing his mace. It ended up with a sharp pain shooting through his entire arm.
It was done with zero mind, so he feels like he kinda deserved it.
Not to mention his eyes were beginning to droop from exhaustion. He hasn’t slept in almost 3 days. Most players have begun to hide, especially the traders at the markets.
Wemmbu opened his inventory and hissed at how low he was on resources. But at least he still had a few golden apples left. He had picked it up after killing another player; they were stacked.
He bit into a golden apple, using his still functional left arm to hold the apple while munching.
Golden apples were able to heal his health and some of his physical injuries, but a God apple was required to heal more severe injuries, like a broken arm.
Which he currently did not have.
He would have to head to the End dimension and see if Minute has any, because he sure as hell isn’t fighting with a broken arm.
He stumbled through the forest, mobs hissing and gurgling around him. Mindlessly walking through the night, trying to find any player to attack.
His eyes were half lidded; he was so tired.
Everything was hurting.
He wanted to go home.
Go home to Egg.
Maybe find him crafting his stupid Diamond hoes in an attempt to piss Wemmbu off.
Or find Egg standing there with an annoyed expression after Wemmbu came back from a battle.
And Egg would be there to bandage his wounds and complain about how stupid he was.
And then they’d share a meal and talk.
He wanted to go home…
He had to find somewhere to shelter first and Bandage his arm too.
Wemmbu let out a pained groan, pressing his hand to his bleeding side. He limped to a nearby cave that seemed safe enough for him to rest for a little while.
It was moist from the earlier downpour. The stone floor was damp with a clear warning that he may slip.
A couple bats were sheltered inside hanging from the roof of the cave, Wemmbu gave no mind to them. He has seen these furry creatures a hundred times during his mining ventures with Egg.
He remembers Egg getting attacked by one during their trip to the mines. It ended with the angel hiding behind Wemmbu while he shooed it away.
Wemmbu staggered into the cold cave and grabbed a few stone blocks from his inventory.
He blocked off the entrance and placed a torch on the wall.
Wemmbu let out a relieved sigh. “Tch—Well, this is good enough for tonight.” He lay on the hard and cold stone wall. He pushed off the wall with much effort and started taking off his jacket. He slumped against the wall for support.
He remembered when he sheltered with Egg at these caves, they did it for emergencies when they needed a quick place to rest for the night.
He’d watch him boil some soup while Wemmbu was bandaging himself up, since the demon did about 99% of the fighting. Egg was always just there for mental support.
Wemmbu let out a painful sigh as he became more aware of the cold and wet stone pressed against his back. He slowly shut his eyes
The comfort of his best friend by his side made the cave feel warmer than it actually was. The fire boiling the soup was probably doing all the work, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Dude, I can see you shivering. Get closer to the fire, you’re going to die of hypothermia.” Egg grumbled while he stirred the soup.
His bandages covered his eye, but Wemmbu could feel the glare behind them.
“Okay, okay.. Geez, don’t need to tell me twice, mom.” Wemmbu would whisper teasingly and scoot closer to the flames. The soup boiled above it, and his tail wagged contentedly.
“I heard that.”
Wemmbu stuck his tongue out at Egg playfully before returning to the fire.
Egg never really told Wemmbu how excited he looked whenever he was making food.
Because if he did, he was sure Wemmbu was going to try to kill him in that cave, and Egg wouldn’t be able to defend himself for sure.
“Never told me you could cook.” He says, watching the angel cutting up some of the cod he had fished up earlier.
“You never asked, I actually quite enjoy making food for the injured." Egg teased, looking at Wemmbu’s bandaged side.
Wemmbu scoffed at him, laughing gently, as to not to hurt his side even more.
Egg looked at Wemmbu holding his side painfully, but of course, the stubborn bastard never admits he’s in pain.
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“Can you help me tie my bandage?”
“Dude.”
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Cough
Now that he was alone in the dark and moist cave, it made the loneliness more prominent.
And the aching from the side of his waist made him remember he probably should make some food. He grabbed some wood from his inventory and flint and steel.
He didn’t have a lot of food to make soup. He then remembered who he usually gave most of the ingredients of food, Egg.
He dragged a hand down his face and placed a shulker box down. He remembered putting some meat inside since he was too lazy to discard it. Thankfully, he found 2 steaks that were still kind of edible.
Wemmbu let out a relieved sigh and took it out; at least he wouldn’t have to rely on berries and apples to keep him full the night.
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Wemmbu would admit he felt empty; the killing had felt good at first.
The usual adrenaline it brought to him.
The feel of the heavy mace in his hand, slamming through players and leaving a trail of red following him.
The players screaming and gasping around him. It made him feel strong, intimidating, and like he was the one in control for once.
But after all the adrenaline had worn down, all that was left were his emotions.
The fire crackled softly infront of him while he dozed off, his mind drifting away slowly.
Wemmbu snapped out of his daze and quickly flipped the steak cooking on the fire. Man, he was tired as hell.
He let out a tired yawn, his eyes watering during the yawn. He wanted to stretch his body, but he knew it would cause a lot of pain that he wasn’t mentally prepared for.
At least, now that he was more conscious of his physical health.
He suddenly got a ping in the chats.
The hell? Who is talking to him this late in the night?
Most of the players were either sleeping or working their asses off as usual.
Wemmbu opened his chat and saw it was Parrot. That confused him even more. Why would Parrot be talking to him? Especially at this time, that guy is a major morning bird.
Sure, they talked occasionally when they needed to or when they had to discuss things, but not at such a random time in the night.
Parrot: “Hey Wemmbu, what’s up with the sudden decrease in players in the server?”
Wemmbu: “I don’t know.. Uh, why?”
Parrot: “Are you sure. Half of the server has literally gone into hiding.
Parrot: “The people are going crazy, no one is willing to come out!”
Wemmbu: “That’s not good.”
Parrot: “Did you witness anything that happened? Any mass explosions or anything??”
Wemmbu: “Nooo.. I may have had a few battles here and there, but nothing big.”
Wemmbu: “I could not have killed that many players.”
Parrot: “We had 68,000 players yesterday, and we dropped down to like 64,000 today.”
Wemmbu: “Seriously!? That’s insane! Who is doing this to these players, dud?.”
Parrot: “Yeah, seriously.”
Wemmbu: “Not gonna lie, I’m kinda impressed.”
Parrot: “Wemmbu. This isn’t good for the server. So, can you be on the lookout? Please try to find leads on who is doing this. I literally stepped over 5 corpses just now.”
Wemmbu: “Sure, I’ll notify you if I do see something.”
Parrot: “Thanks, I’ll be asking around.. If I can even find any players who aren’t hiding.”
Wemmbu closed the chat and nervously gulped.
He knows Parrot would be smart enough to figure out he had something to do with it. There was no doubt he was going to be in a lot of trouble..
He didn’t think he killed that many players. He feels the extra weight of guilt added to his grief now. Great, just great. Just what he needed.
“Oh shit, the steak is burning!”