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[bgech]

Uh??? 2336 words of..something! Basically just fanfic'd Sneve's apocalypse video hahaha pt 1

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When he was kidnapped the last thing he would've expected was zombies.

But it was zombies.

Usually when a person is taken off the street and into a sketchy van and then driven to a second location their fate is pretty much sealed. Sneve wasn't super chill with the fact that he was going to be probably murdered whenever they got to where they were going but he was chill enough that he didn't see the point in trying to fight. The rule is "don't get taken to a second location" and he was already bound in the back of a van, being taken to a second location.

He thought briefly about trying to escape but if he's honest he didn't like the idea of trying to not only untie himself but then also jump out of a moving car in the middle of nowhere. He thought his odds were better if he just waited for them to get where they're going and then try and assess the situation again.

But instead of being driven 30 minutes away and killed in a ditch, the car just kept going. And going and going, for literal hours. He doesn't know exactly how long they were driving for but they were silent the whole time, no chatter, no radio, no nothing. Just the endless drone of the car going over increasingly uneven ground.

At this point, he was sure he was going to be a part of some sort of unethical experiment, maybe they were gonna test some sort of new government weapon on him or something. He would have preferred that if he's honest.

Nobody told him how much running would be involved in an apocalypse. Running and jumping and dodging and climbing, fuck the climbing by the way. He's not good at climbing, never has been probably never will be if he makes it out of this place alive. They dropped him off in a parking lot on the outskirts of an abandoned city. He couldn't even adjust to the light of the sun before he was being attacked by the undead.

He'd never seen a zombie before but he did participate in popular media so he knows that he should NOT let the zombie Get Him. Which is so much harder in practice than on paper. They're very slow, but goddammit they're persistent. They're hungry, their broken shambling forms slowly stalking him as he gathers sticks for a makeshift weapon. There's something innately primal about using a stick to beat down once living people.

Luckily for Sneve, he's never really been a people person, so he doesn't have as many moral hangups to fight through. He knows that these were once people, but they're not people anymore and he can wail on them with his bat all he wants without feeling too bad about it.

He actually completely threw away all his morals the second he was snatched in the middle of the night on his way home from work. He's already taken to murder and he's pretty keen on stealing too. He found a car with a tire iron in the trunk, which he tied to his stick with a ratchet strap he found with another, effectively making a Much Better stick, this time with a metal head and a convenient strap to carry it around.

He's not the strongest of men, but he is a man who works in trade, so he's not weak either. He can lift a fridge all by himself but ask him to do a pull up and he's gone. He also played in his middle school little league baseball for a while, so his form of hitting the undead heads clean off their necks is bloody exquisite.

He's made it past noon by now, and he's starting to get frustratingly hungry. He ate just before he left work but then he was in that car for however long and they did NOT give him any snacks on the way, and now suddenly it's been 12 hours since his last meal and he's been parkouring around a deserted, broken, infested city for hours and he's got nothing to show for it.

He's hungry and suddenly he understands the undead a lot more.

He's..not proud of his next idea. Who would be? But to put it in layman's terms, the flesh of the undead is..not very good.

It tastes like rotten eggs and has the texture of wet sand and it's not very filling at all, but..well at the time he thought that it was his only choice. Literally maybe 5 minutes after he'd choked down a decent amount of rotting meat he entered a building and TURNS OUT it's a supermarket. Good job Sneve, became a pseudo cannibal all for not! There was bread and jam less than 100 feet away and he ate Rotten Person.

Gods.

Whatever, he's got the bread and jam now and that's all that matters in the end.

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The meat made him sick, to nobody's surprise, and he had to hole up on a roof to wait it out. Of course it made him sick, it was old meat, in the sun. HUMAN MEAT. All the things a person should never be eating and he ate it. like an idiot. He feels awful, like that time in highschool one of us friends got everything they were serving that day and made a horrible stew, then dared Sneve to eat it for 5 bucks. the resulting food poisoning was not worth the 5 bucks, by the way. He couldn't even stand, let alone walk to the toilet to throw up so he had to keep a disgusting trash can right at his bedside so he could expel it all without having to move. The smell didn't help at all, it made it much worse if he's honest, but at least it was all purged sooner than later.

The running theory of why it got him so bad is that the pineapple spoiled the sausages because of the acid, and then sneve ate it along with all the other junk in there stone cold sober with a smile on his face.

Now he was feeling worse, much worse, and in the middle of zombie town. which is a death sentence, he thinks. So far he's managed to keep everything down, he doesn't really want to waste food even if he'd probably feel better if he did, but he only had so much bread and jam and if the creepy radio message is to be trusted, he has 7 days to get through. Yes he knows that a person can go much longer than 7 days with little to no food but he'd like to be able to run and fight if he ever gets cornered.

He's taken to laying in the fetal position with his eyes shut tight and his hands over his ears, the less his mind has to process the better he feels. He thought at first that it's be better if he lay flat, stretched out, but that made it so much worse so quickly. It turns the cramping in his stomach into a churning pot of acid and pain and he'd like to avoid that if possible. Curling up on the dirty ground isn't ideal by any means but it makes his current state bearable which is..nice.

He's just about to give up and hurl over the edge of the building when he hears /shouting/. Now, the zombies shout all the time but there's a certain gurgle that's present with all the screeching they do. It grates on his ears and gives him a headache to go with his food poisoning, but there is a distinctly different shout going on below him. It's clear, it's words, english speech.

He peers over the edge of his outpost to find someone being chased by a significant hoard of zombies. They seem to be doing ok for now but he can tell by the way they're running about that they're getting tired. He shouldn't invite them up here, they're obviously dangerous and skilled with survival, much stronger than he is, but he's sick and tired and he can't be bothered to listen to them shout about any longer. He calls to them and waves his hand, though the motion causes another wave of nausea to wash over him and his shout is cut off by bile crawling up his throat.

The person sees him and asks if the building is clear and if they can come in, Sneve says that he did his best and they can come in if they want to.

They do want to, and the person and the shambling crowd of undead enter his little hideout.

They make it up the stairs and through the door to the roof before the zombies, and Sneve is prepared to block off the door once they're safely on the roof.

"Ho boy! thank you so much man, honest, like I can take a few zombies but I swear they're getting faster."

"maybe you're just getting slower?"

"Ouch. But that's not important, hi, I'm Shadow, Shadowmech actually, and you are?"

"Wait wait, why are you introducing yourself?"

"Well I thought that since we're both stuck up here till morning we should try and skip the small talk!"

"..what?" This guy talks too fast

"Are you ok?" He looks a bit concerned, that's nice.

"Uh, no I ate something I shouldn't have, don't think the ol' thinker is up to par haha.." please let him stop talking.

"What did you eat? This place is stocked with stuff! None of it is even spoiled which is strange don't you think? Like it's been planted here for us..which is bad, like who'd plant food in an abandoned city? Actually I've not seen you around before, and I thought that the city was closed, I certainly can't get out but you somehow got in! What's up with that? Anyway,"

Shadow keeps droning on and on and on about his theories on the city and the zombies. Sneve takes in some of it, like how Shadow is actually a resident of the city and not a kidnapee like Sneve is, and he's actually been here for a while, which is why he's so good at fighting zombies. But anything past that completely flies over Sneve's head. He can feel himself curl up on the ground again, Shadow's still talking about something, and he seems much closer than he was previously. Maybe that's just his ears acting up, happens sometimes.

And ok, maybe it's not the first impression he'd have wanted with the only other living person in, seemingly, this whole city, but it's the only first impression he's got ok? Sometimes eating poison does that to a person and there's a few bad first impressions.

Sneve himself doesn't remember anything after laying down on the ground again, but according to Shadow, he curled up in the sun, convulsed for a while, and then died.

Now. Sneve's not an expert, but he's pretty sure that dead people are supposed to stay dead..though his stay in ZombieTown USA has well and disproved that. But in the vast majority of cases, he should be dead. And he's not dead, he's actually feeling better than before. Luckily he must have quite the Look on his face so Shadow continues to explain that,

"When you died I totally panicked! I mean who wouldn't?? But I thought that I still had a little time before you were really.. y'know, gone, and if anything was to bring you back it'd be that serum I found!"

"Wait, pause, go back. You found a /serum/,"

"Yeah,"

"And you fed it to my /dead body/,"

"..yeah?"

"And that WORKED?"

"Well when you say it like /that/ it makes me sound like I'm a big liar huh?"

Turns out Shadow raided some rich guy's house and stole a super serum that brought Sneve's body back to life. Which opens the door for a whole load of thoughts like "holy shit I'm basically zombie now" and "good god I died" and "don't eat ZOMBIE FLESH because yoU'LL TURN INTO A ZOMBIE, SNEVE" but he'll unpack those at a Later Date.

He really needs to focus on more pressing matters, like the fact that their barricade for the stairwell is starting to fall apart and it's getting to be night time and that while he feels /better/ he does not feel /good/. Shadow says that the zombies get much worse when the sun isn't out and they need to get somewhere safer for the night. Sneve agrees quietly and dutifully follows Shadow to where he's been staying for the apocalypse, he's not in any position to question this man, not after the whole..serum..debacle.

He does notice that the city got a lot stinkier. Maybe it's because more of the zombies are coming out but when he asked Shadow if it was normal for the air to go borderline rancid when the sun goes down he just looked at Sneve like he had 3 heads. Which isn't concerning at all, definitely not something he needs to worry about or keep track of. Not at all. Surely it's nothing!

Anyway, he follows Shadow to a more intact looking skyscraper and does his best to keep up while they climb the many, many stairs up to Shadow's hideout.

"Keep up man! Don't wanna get zombie'd"

"Shadow with all do respect," he caught his breath, "I think that ship has not only sailed but sunk, and not all of us can do 20 flights of stairs at a brisk pace, ok?"

"What do you mean 'that ship has sailed'? You're not a zombie!"

"Shadow-"

"Oh anyway, I'm serious about hurrying up, don't wanna be out here when they come out, let me tell you!" Shadow then continues to run up the stairs, taking them 2 at a time.

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Asshole.

[bgech]

There is an inherent peace in nighttime sadness.

Something something the quiet allows the deepest darkest thoughts to sleep out through the unfortunate cracks of ones eye sockets, something something the crystalline tears that streak down the face paint shitty, shitty pictures of unfortunate happenings and memories.

And in these shitty pictures the quiet blossoms forth and consumes any and all hope for the future and replaces it with it's silent dread.

And in the dread there is numb, and in the numb there is peace.

Nobody wishes to end up there but everyone has experienced the peace found after a horrid realization of something terribly broken.

Nighttime sadness does not care for logic or distraction, only creeping sorrow.

Finding peace in the numb sea it brings is not hard, not anymore, and if one simply stops feeling then the peace will reveal itself. Usually the peace is the calm before the storm, whatever idea that brought a person to this point, the brink that is, will come forth and suddenly it's not just an idea and more a reality. Once something is a reality that one has to live through, it becomes much harder to find peace.

An idea turns to reality, reality to action, action to bloodshed and back again.

There is no peace in bloodshed and there is hardly peace in action, and it's much easier to find peace in the numb than crawl out of whatever canyon someone was unfortunate enough to find themselves in. It is much easier to make it through the day without the extra steps.

So I'll take my numb peace and I'll enjoy it while I can, for I know it's not long until the canyon becomes too steep and my days are filled with bloodshed once again.

[bgech]

Cold blood, hot blood, no blood; dominion crew

Joy:

- warm blood

- cold tho

- like, "it's 65°f and the winter coat is out" kind of cold

- not for any reason, that's just how she is

- I don't make the rules

Taneesha:

- warm blood

- very warm

- goat on the mountain

- winter coat built in

- excells at homeostasis

Fixx:

- cold blood

- he's bug

- little bug man live in walls

- steal things

- he has an exoskeleton

Mongo:

- cold blood

- his blood is blue because octopi have blue blood

- he's not an octopus but I think octopi are the closest to a mermaid

- they're too smart

Jamie:

- cold blood

- reptile

- self explanatory

Viking:

- no blood

- ghosts don't bleed

Nuke:

- no blood

- he's made of vaguely human shaped light and prayer

- so he can't bleed

Grady:

- warm blood

- the end is cold

- mans gotta stay warm

- enderman are fluffy, like polerbears

- he's often too warm in the overworld

Shadow:

- warm blood

- he's a human guy who fucked around and found out

Sneve:

- no blood

- whenever he gets a cut instead of blood it's smoke

Legundo:

- warm blood

- if he was a piglin he'd have cold blood

- cause I think it makes sense for a creature who is in a climate where it's always warm, often living in very close proximity to lava, they wouldn't waste energy on heating themselves

- piglins are cold blooded

- legs is a human who fucked around and found out

[bgech]

So y'all know how xisumas name is just "x"? Like the variable?

Ok so, evil xisuma is "ex". Right?

Now. If I'm unmistaken, "x" and "ex" are both pronounced.."eks"..right

It's the same sound. So, whenever I see a piece of media that talks about x and ex, it's just, eks and eks. That's the same guy.

How else would u pronounce "ex"? "Ee eks"? Or is "x" just "kss"

[bgech]

Would I trust the c!dominion crew to hold my drink?

Joy:

- yes

- stops what she's doing

- holds her hand over the top

- hexes anyone who gets too close

Taneesha:

- yes

- she'd whip out a lid

- dome shaped

- would not take her eyes off it

- rams anyone who looks at her funny

Fixx:

- no

- too small

Mongo:

- yes if on land

- no if underwater

Jamie:

- yes

- she's the queen, nobody's gonna mess

- void!Jamie tho?

- not a chance

- she'd sacrifice it to the void

Viking:

- yes if corporeal

- no if not

- he'd hide it in the floorboards

Nuke:

- yes

- stands very still

- hang over the top

- watches for sus behavior

- he's an angel

Grady:

- no

- he'd think my drink sub-par and get me a better one

- fair enough

- morally though, yes

- he owns a tavern

- he knows how to hold a drink

Shadow:

- no

- he's got Death Hands

- I don't want Death Hands on my drink

Sneve:

- no

- he'd forget it's mine and drink it

Legundo:

- yes

- he's a respected casino owner

- he knows how to keep a drink safe

[bgech]

How holdable is the dominion crew. How easy is it to pick these guys up like the skrunklies they are. I'm here to tell yah.

Joy:

- very holdable

- she's basically a human and humans can be held

- she's kinda cold tho, figuratively and literally

- hands like ice cubes

Taneesha:

- same shtick as joy, pretty humanesque

- watch the horns tho that'd be unfortunate

- her hair is pretty course so it might be a lil stabby when going in for a hug but I think Tan would give good hugs

- she gives off that vibe

Fixx:

- easily contained, very holdable

- he can't really do anything about it

- he's so small

- about as holdable as a little frog would be, I think

- he'd bite tho, so, watch out

- only lift the him when he knows, otherwise, chomp chomp

Mongo:

- holdable in the sense that he's mostly human shaped

- not holdable because mermaids are pretty Long Dudes and also underwater, so

- sharks are also super rough, like sandpaper

- gonna say Not Holdable

Jamie:

- normal Jamie would be holdable

- look out for the horns

- she'd also give good hugs, I think

- she's a reptile tho, so it'd prolly be cold

- void!Jamie would snap ur neck tho

- so, half holdable, half murderous

Viking:

- non corporeal

- non holdable

Nuke:

- now, most Minecraft bird men are considered Holdable

- nuke is not a bird tho, nukes an angel

- he's holdable on paper, but in practice?

- I donno

- holdable on a technicality

Grady:

- not very holdable

- but he will do the holding

- he's too long to be a viable holdee but he can be the holder

- I also think

Shadow:

- don't

- he's got Death Hands

- holdable on a technicality but too dangerous to consider

Sneve:

- he's made of fire

- maybe steer clear of him eh?

- not holdable

Legundo:

- very holdable

- I've held a pig once

- 10/10

- legs is the most holdable out of the group

- I do not take constructive criticism

- I only take cash or credit

[bgech]

What's up besties? I'll tell yah, school. Kickin my ass once agian. Whatever. Double life halfslab have my whole heart, this is way more shippy than I intended, enjoy. 3409 words.

Tw for vomit tho, stay safe <3

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Sometimes Etho will get skittish and quiet as he sinks into the recesses of the world to sulk or think or do whatever he does when he vanishes.

It seems to be happening now, which is unfortunate because "now" is the middle of a death game.

Etho was fighting off some pillagers and Joel, foolish as he was, thought it'd be funnier if he just sat by and watched. It was funny to Joel ok? Etho is perfectly capable of taking care of a few pillagers and often refuses help if offered in a situation not dissimilar to this. So Joel thought he'd be in the clear with watching his soulbound jump away from most of the arrows and keep on the offensive.

Maybe it was because they were red, maybe it was something else, but even though they never dropped below five hearts -Joel made sure of it- after Etho was done disposing of the pillagers he walked past Joel without a wink of acknowledgement. Immediately Joel stopped his teasing about porcupines and pin cushions to follow Etho into the Relation.

He was too slow up the ladder though, by the time he made it below deck Etho was gone.

It's not the worst thing that can happen, their health isn't going down so he's not in any immediate danger, but even though they have all ten hearts, Etho still got shot. A lot. Healing doesn't pull arrows out of skin, in fact it makes it worse as the arrows are now healed in, granted they're deep enough. Joel can feel the uncomfortable pulling as they're shifted while Etho moves.

He feels a sharp pain on the back of his leg, one that sends him to sit on his bed while it passes. It's not enough to take a heart away so he can't even eat to heal it. Etho's pulling out the arrows somewhere, alone, probably in the dark. Despite his nature to lurk in the deepest shadows and slink away to seep into the void, he hates the dark. Joel knows he hates the dark.

When Etho went with Impulse down into the deep dark he came back with not much enchanted gear and way too many torches. Every square inch of their base was bright as daylight, to the point where Joel couldn't sleep. He asked Etho about it a few days later and got him to confess that he hated dark spots. Still wasn't used to the new spawn patterns of all that go bump in the night.

There was another pain, this one in his shoulder, this one a lot worse. It took a few hearts and when Etho decided that healing was optional, Joel decided to find him. He was going to give him space and time to be alone, etho likes his own company more than anyone else's and is probably the only person Joel knows where it's a better idea to let them isolate. But if etho isn't gonna take care of himself he needs finding.

Now, finding etho is one of those things that doesn't happen. Especially when he vanishes. Etho does not want to be found so he will stay hidden. Joel knows this, everyone knows this. So how is Joel gonna do it? Well he's gonna cheat.

<Smallishbeans> etho's gone

<Grian> that's our problem because...?

<TangoTek> ditched ya?

<Smallishbeans> no, he's gone. like, sunk into the cracks of your server gone.

<ZombieCleo> oh shit!

<Pearlescentmoon> uh oh!!

<Grian> o no, ok, everyone stay put, stay still, joel i'll be right there

He hates to make Grian go all admin mode in the middle of a session but..well even though it's just a game Joel has become quite attached to Etho, and would like him to not be bleeding somewhere in the dark.

Grian does arrive, in all of his purple eyed glory, to ask exactly what had happened to make Etho run off into the night. At which Joel had to look Grian in his many, many eyes and admit that he was being a bit of an asshole while Etho was getting shot, at which Grian just looked..so disappointed. Mostly at Joel, some at himself, but man. A many eyed disappointed stare has a lot more power than the normal, expected, two eye experience.

Joel just feels worse when Grian sighs, rolls his shoulders, and blips away in a flurry of obstructed code and feathers. He decides to just go inside and make sure he has enough bandaids to cover for all the freakin arrow holes Etho is sure to have. So he sits there, twiddling his thumbs until he hears Grian shout something indignant from over the hills and Etho comes skittering in through a window, some arrows still in him.

He freezes briefly when he catches sight of Joel but when Grian's footfalls sound on the deck he scrambles under Joel's bed. Etho's an arctic fox but he's a sewer rat man at his core. He steals, he vanishes, he squeezes into places he Very Much Shouldn't be able to fit in. And, and he lives in the walls, in the basements of the world, so it's no surprise when he chooses to burrow underneath something when push comes to shove.

Grain climbs down the ladder, holding Etho's jacket and looking more out of breath than Joel has seen him during the whole damn game. He tosses the coat at Joel's face, muttering something about fixing his mistakes and Etho being a "slippery little shit when he wants to be". Grian then fucks off to probably fix whatever he broke chasing Etho back home.

They sit for a while in the quiet, the only sounds being the critters outside in the night.

"He's gone," Joel says to the empty air, "you can come out now, I don't bite" Etho shifts under the bed, his fluffy tail brushing against the back of Joel's ankle making him jump.

"Etho I know you hate the dark, and I know for damn sure you're bleeding all over my nice floors under there"

Etho responds with a very respectable growl.

"I know, I was mean to you, shouldn't have been," he dangles a box of bandaids below the bed frame, "I've got batman bandaids," he sing-songs, "and I'll make you some borscht"

Etho snatches the box and tells him to go away, which he does. If Etho wants privacy, then privacy he shall get. Plus he promised him borscht and like hell Joel is going back on that.

Making borscht is not a skill Joel has honed, but living with etho has made him learn how to make a decent pot. He gets through the whole process before he feels Etho pull out another arrow, this one rips at the skin more than he'd have liked to know and he hears a stifled yelp from the window.

Balancing two bowls of borscht, holding spoons, and climbing down a ladder is hard and he's suddenly very thankful that he built the Relation. Unbeknownst to everyone there's a trap door at ground level, which he uses to enter instead of breaking his neck on the way down.

Now, Etho is not a pitiful man. Though he's wire thin, impressively quiet and often alone, he's a very respectable player. He's profound in redstone, great at building and not half bad at pvp, especially in the forever vaguely mentioned "good ol' days". But looking at him now, it is hard to believe. In nothing but his trousers and mask he's struggling to reach an arrow lodged between his shoulder blades, ears pinned to the side of his head, he's really got the Kicked Puppy look about him.

"Etho," he doesn't startle, just turns to look at Joel with mistrust, backing away with his hands slightly raised, "can I get that for you etho?"

"..you actually made borscht?"

" 'course I did, you can eat it while I, y'know, make you less full of holes?"

"mm, ok, fine"

"Thank you, I'll be gentle I promise"

"You don't need to be gentle Joel, I can take a little pain y'know"

"I know just," he takes a breath, "just let me do this for you Etho, think of it like an apology hm?"

Etho's ears perk up for a moment before swiveling like he's misheard. He glances at all the corners of the room, a perimeter check, before taking the offered bowl and spoon and sitting on Joel's bed. Not his own, because it's been overturned to make a nice little cave for him to sleep in.

He reaches up to lower his mask but hesitates, throwing a glance back at Joel who's getting a cloth saturated with warm water and his ears flick back again.

"I won't look Eth, just enjoy the stew"

Etho turns away, lowering his mask and taking a sip, "it's a soup"

"Right right, my bad, soup it is. I'm gonna get this arrow out now, ok?"

"..ok"

With the help of the warm cloth and proper angling the arrow slides out without much protest. His back twitches at the feeling involuntarily but Etho's still happily eating the borscht and Joel can confirm that it didn't hurt too bad. He thought about making a comment along the lines of "isn't that better than ripping em out" but it'd do more harm than good so he keeps it to himself.

He replaces the arrow with a patch and puts a bandaid on top for good measure. There's a few other spots that Etho missed or just didn't have time to get to so he starts on cleaning away the dried blood and patching up those too. By the time that Etho's back is clean and bandaged he's finished his borscht and his head is bobbing slightly.

"You falling asleep etho?"

"Mmm"

"D'you wanna get in your cave or..?"

"..maybe." He leans back, mask back in place, and knocks his forehead against Joel's ribs, "maybe not..?"

"What's got you so clingy?" He asked as brushes his thumb over etho's forehead, sweeping back unruly bangs, "not that I'm complaining but, you've never been..well like this, I suppose"

"You're not dark"

"I'm not what?"

"It's still dark and..well, you're not" it was now that Joel noticed that etho's hands looked to be dipped in black ink, the space around his eyes having the same treatment, like eyeliner on a rainy day. "Can you stay here till it's bright again?"

"Oh, Etho of course I can, just, ok just give me a moment alright?"

Etho, albeit very reluctantly, lets himself be detangled from Joel, who gets up to change into something to sleep in. He also puts away Etho's empty bowl and his still full one to save for later. He contacts Grian that everything is ok, who then contacts the rest of the server saying the session can continue. By the time he returns Etho has decided that waiting up for him was overrated and inefficient. He's commandeered Joel's blanket to wrap around himself with his head under the pillow. That's right, under it.

The left side of the bed is still free and Etho did say he wanted him to stay, so instead of awkwardly trying to disturb whatever peace etho's found, he just climbs in next to him and opens his book to read. Etho curls around him and comes out from under the pillow to shove his masked face into Joel's side. Joel makes the mistake of glancing down after a paragraph only to make eye contact with Etho's best puppy eyes.

Here's the thing about Etho's eyes. They're pretty large in comparison to the rest of his face, maybe it's because of the mask blocking everything else from sight, but fact of the matter is Etho has big, sad eyes and he knows it. He uses it to his advantage at every turn, every moment he can he puts on the Sad Eyes and he'll get what he wants. This is all well and good, except for the fact that Joel doesn't know what he wants.

"What is it?"

Etho whines at him, a very distinctly not human sound.

"Do you want me to read aloud? That it?"

Etho settles back to his previous position, letting his eyes relax into the half closed state they're usually in.

Alright then, he can read out loud. Not well nobody said he was good at it, but it can be done, and if it'll keep Etho calm for the night then who's he to say no?

And though every time he reaches a character name and he has to pronounce it out loud for the first time, failing at least twice, and every time he comes across a word like "grotesque" he has to fight back the urge to say "gro-tes-que", Etho seems to be enjoying himself. How does he know? Well Etho's wrapped himself up in a little burrito roll, every part of him covered, save for his face of course, and the very end of his tail. The end of a tail which is constantly tapping away on the mattress.

As long as he's happy, Joel is happy too.

He gets through a surprising amount of the book before Etho gives it up and closes his eyes. He had been blinking lazily for the past however long, obviously exhausted from whatever run around he did avoiding grian, but trying to stay awake anyway. But now he lay still as a rock, tucked carefully into Joel's side. Joel himself is just as tired so he decides that a nap won't hurt. It's not really a nap now that it's past midnight, it's just sleep, but he has a bit of a sneaking suspicion that the Dark will be making another appearance before the sun rises.

He drifts off easily, how can he not? He's warm and safe and he's got someone curled around him, holding him gently. He doesn't dream, never has, and maybe he never will. It doesn't matter to him.

What does matter is the fact that he's been proven right. He usually likes being proven right because that means he wins, he was correct all along and they were foolish to think otherwise. He does not like being proven right when it's about the dark. They've only been through it once before, etho's first night after the warden shenanigans went down. He had gone under his bed into the cave he'd built, only to wake Joel up when he jolted awake and tried to run. Thing about having a cave for a bed is the escape routes are one way and quite narrow, so in his panic to get out of the dark and away from the warden that he was sure was right there, he ran into just about every corner and wall on his way out.

Needless to say that it hurt and combined with the pain and the noise Joel was awake and at his side fairly quickly. Joel, for all he's worth, is not the greatest at calming people down, he knows this. So in his attempt to stop Etho from suffocating them to death via panic attack, he got them both outside and made etho stare at the sun for a few minutes. It didn't calm him down at all, but the confusion of why he was unceremoniously dragged outside and then forced to look at the big ball of burning gas was enough of a puzzle to get him to breathe again. Maybe the wind and light was what did it, who knows.

It was a big win for everybody involved.

Staring at the sun, while a nice confusion tactic, hurts the eyes and is not actually recommended by anyone of any sorts of smarts. So maybe don't stare at the sun, it'll hurt ur eyes

Anyway, Joel was proven right when at around 3, maybe 4, Etho's subconscious decided that it was no longer a good idea to be asleep. Joel woke up to etho sitting up rather abruptly. In his sleepy haze he didn't realize why and was honestly just annoyed that his pillow had left him.

"Y'aright etho"

He doesn't get an answer, just a wet sounding cough, which is bad for a lot of reasons. Is it blood? Vomit? Just spit stuck in Etho's throat?

"Etho"

He sits up and puts a hand on Etho's shoulder, trying to turn him around to maybe get a better idea of what's wrong. Etho shakes his head and pulls away, coughing into his hand again, sounding worse than before.

"Bucket?"

He nods and coughs again, doubling over as it doesn't stop. Joel gets up from the bed and tries to find a bucket before Etho's willpower loses against whatever is choking him but in all his frantic searching he finds nothing but the empty borscht bowl from earlier. If it's as bad as it sounds the bowl is not going to be nearly enough, he has to find a goddam bucket, or Etho is going to drown in his own misery in front of him and, oh it was staring him right in the face the whole time.

He returns to Etho's side not a moment later and shoves the bucket under him just as Etho's hand moves out of the way and he makes a god awful retching sound. Joel looks away for common courtesy, nobody likes to be looked at when they throw up, but he doesn't move from his post next to Etho. He knows from personal experience that it's good to have something solid to lean on after a long bout of throwing up, and while the wall is there it's probably not very nice to bump into after a go like this.

So he stays while Etho continues to spit and hack into the bucket and he stays when Etho starts to cry in between heaves of sour smelling, bloody looking gunk. He stays a warm presence at his side as Etho coughs and coughs again, trying to rid himself of the Dark that's crawled inside his lungs and infected his stomach. He's there to catch him when Etho finally, finally finishes and crumples to the side. He lets etho recover for a moment before he gets up to get him a wet rag to wipe his face with. He then takes the bucket outside and burns it. And when he gets back from his impromptu bonfire he'll give etho a cold glass of water and make a show of turning around so he can drink.

"Feeling any better?"

"Mm-mm" Etho shakes his head negative

"I sort of figured," Etho huffed a laugh, "but I am sorry that whatever..that..was happened"

Etho didn't respond, just hummed a little and curled his arms around himself in a loose sort of hug. Joel could only see his eyes but he still looked like a sick dog about to be taken out back. He's still not got a shirt so Joel turns to find him one, that'll make him feel better, right? Not so exposed. A harder task than once thought because Etho likes to squirrel away all of his things into little holes and cubbies and containers all around which leads Joel to just give up and give Etho one of his own. With the height difference he was initially worried about it being much too small, but Etho's all legs and bone anyway, he'll be fine.

He dumps the shirt on Etho's head and settles himself back against the headboard, it is his bed after all.

Concerningly, Etho doesn't move for a few moments, somewhere Else to be sure, but he comes back fast enough that Joel isn't worried about him blipping away again. He stops staring at the back of Etho's head and turns his attention to the ceiling, counting and recounting the grooves of the wood, waiting for Etho to make a decision. A decision that's decided when he feels Etho tentatively lay down next to him, on his side, facing the wall. His hands are curled close to his face, which Joel now notes is uncovered by the normal mask. Instead it's tucked under the blanket, held in place by his hands with his nose exposed.

Etho's ears are back to being relaxed atop his head and his eyes are closed so Joel counts his blessings and settles in for more sleep.

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I hate how this ends aach but I wanna post it before class is over lmaoo.

Shout out to all the people who stare at the sun during meltdowns, I'm one of u.

[bgech]

Oogabooga, "viking pilot has liked ur post", how about fear straight into my veins?

Sneve is a funky guy I'll give him that,

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Sneve is a blaze, everyone knows this.

Sneve is a blaze, living primarily in the overworld, this is common knowledge.

Sneve, is always cold, this is no surprise but it sure is inconvenient.

The shadowlands where he's currently mooching off Shadow for housing, materials, food, money, anything really, is situated in a valley surrounded by snowy mountains. It's not exactly the warmest of climates. He'd have probably been fine if he could stay with Legundo instead, in the desert casino he runs, but Legs didn't want to deal with him, which is perfectly understandable to be honest.

He's a bit of a doofus and Legundo likes to Focus and Get Stuff Done, shenaniganary is welcome but only in strict moderation, he has a business to run after all. So he was made to live with Shadow.

Shadow himself is a curious case because Sneve is maybe sixty percent sure that he's a human. Or he was a human. For one, shadow is not that tall which is either just unfortunate genes or a point in the human department. For two, mans got skin. Withers of any flavor don't have skin, and Shadow seems pretty content to Keep Having Skin, so he was not born a wither. Maybe it will fall off, Sneve kinda hopes it does, that'll teach him to maybe light a fire every once in a while eh?

All this to say, Shadow is probably some sort of reanimated zombie corpse of a poor human lost in the nether eating something he shouldn't have been eating.

It's Sneve's best theory on why Shadow refuses to install any sort of heater in the house they share. There is a fireplace, technically, but it's in the cold, damp basement. Sneve has taken to sitting himself in a circle of torches just to get through the night without freezing to death. The cold does a lotta damage to a buttery blaze such as himself so if he has to look like an unfortunate virgin sacrifice of a failed ritual to stay warm, so be it.

It's actually gotten worse nowadays because winter comes a lot sooner in the shadowlands, so while everyone else is enjoying a nice summer or fall, sneve is sitting in that damned fireplace trying to do his best impression of someone who stays alive throughout winter.

He's not doing a very good impression of someone who stays alive throughout winter. It's not his fault, if it's anyone's fault it's Shadow's. Like, not everyone has skin to keep them nice and toasty during the first frost, ok? Not everyone has muscles and fat to keep them warm. Sneve is made of smoke, fire and broken dreams, got it? Mans gets cold.

So cold that his stupid idiot subconscious keeps trying to drag him somewhere Nice And Warm so he can sleep out the winter, which is apparently what happens when a blaze is taken and put somewhere it's not meant to be. He's woken up around torches he doesn't own or under blankets that aren't his more than twice. He's even somehow made it all the way to a portal before he woke up because of an unfortunate case of Beehive Underfoot.

He would be none the wiser to any of the reasons for this, blazes have no concept of family or community, just "defend the spawner", like a virus. The only instincts of blaze are to make more blaze asexually, copying the latest model and pasting a very slightly smarter version of it until something goes horribly wrong and Sneve has a conscience.

He's not great, as previously stated, a bit of a dummy at times but otherwise a scientific miracle. Sentience is something that he treasures dearly, though he has no cultural history or history at all when it comes to his kind.

Unlike say Legundo, who not only has the baggage of being a human guy abandoned sometime probably in his youth to be raised as a God among piglins because he's immune to the Sickness. But he also has all the issues of being a piglin living in a human body, someone who never understood the unsaid and unthought happening among his brethren.

Legundo is separated from his kind on both sides of his life, he's genetically a human but it all other walks of life he's piglin through and through. He doesn't have the voicebox to make the grunts and squeals that come naturally to his family, not does he have thick skin to protect himself batter against the dry heat of his home. But he grew up in the nether, he's adapted to very little water and hoglin steaks, mushroom stew too gritty or spicy for the average Joe to be able to stomach. The instinctual fear and inherent weakness of blue flame isn't part of him at all, but it's all he knows. Legundo feels the weakening, fully and truly even though he has no genetics to explain for it.

All this to say, Sneve has the opposite problem. He has no history to fall back on, he's the first of his kind, as far as he knows. There's no texts to research from, no teachers, no family to tell him what to do when it gets cold because anyone who he could consider his relatives aren't sentient at all. They're alive yes, smoking and smouldering in the fortress hallways and spawner cages, fighting for nothing but survival and continuation of the species, but they can't help him understand.

Sneve is alone in his plight to know what to do.

There's no rules, when anyone else gets afflicted by something unconscious they know how to solve it, they have rules to follow, plans to inact when they're feeling scared or lost or confused. Grady returns to the end, or wears a blindfold to calm the ever present dead of eye contact. Jamie takes charge just as her dragon ancestors did before her (even if her version of taking charge is a flawed monarchy dictatorship). Legundo works with gold and makes stew from his childhood, taneesha returns to the mountains, Nuke flies until the air is thin and he goes weightless, Fixx stays hidden, joy preforms magic while singing songs of the Raid, Mongo returns to the deep coral reef, all these people have ways, have coping mechanisms for when they Feel Things. Sneve has none. Sneve is not meant for feeling things, he's meant to prolong the survival of a species, not know or wonder or learn.

He's cold, and he's sitting in the fireplace while it burns around him. It's the closest he can get to feeling ok nowadays.

Blazes don't have faces, but Sneve does, something more to separate him from the others. He found a relatively nice material and fireproofed it using the first poor unfortunate mage he could find, sorry Joy. Then he drew a face on it. He had only seen a few faces at this point so he did his best, and it's wonky and honestly not great, the eyes are too big he thinks, but it's his face goddammit. His face is stagnant, it doesn't change with emotion, but he still hopes the glare he's leveling at Shadow across the room speaks volumes.

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It does, Shadow is not to be intimidated don't get him wrong, but good gods he's never felt more afraid of his roommate than in this moment right now.

The empty drawn on eyes and silly smile feel somehow threatening and he thinks he can blame the uncanny valley, Sneve's limp form crumpled in the fireplace set ablaze by a fire of his own cause. There's something so indescribably wrong about the way it's Looking at him, like it's looking not only at him but every choice he's ever made. He's being judged by a biblically accurate angel shouting in it's millions of voices "be not afraid" but the wheels of fire and infante eyes say otherwise.

...

Maybe he should install that space heater anyway...for no reason.

No reason at all.

[bgech]

Back at it again with the fanfic

Cw for animal cruelty, Jamie kills a horse :(

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Viking was sick, which is bullshit by the way because he's dead. How a dead man can contract the common cold is beyond his means of understanding, but whatever, fine. He'll stew in misery with a headache, a stuffy nose and a sore throat and he'll stew loudly. He complains to anyone and anything that will listen and after Nukeri kicked him out under the guise of not wanting to catch the ghost cold, Viking decided that if anything will listen, it's the void.

The void isn't a thing, it's the lack of things, the absence of matter, the great big nothing that lurks at the edges of the world. So it can't get tired of listening because it can't listen at all, and it can't tell him off for being annoying because, well, no voice to cry suffering and all that.

So he's sat himself down on the obsidian platform people spawn on when they take the leap and go through an Overworld portal, throwing eggs into the abyss, complaining about being sick.

He's been here for long enough that the obsidian is starting to hurt, but he's still got all these eggs and it'd be a shame to not throw them. Eventually he stops running his mouth and focuses on the throwing of the eggs, trying to make one hit another mid air before it disappears into the fog. He gets it a few times, the satisfying crack of the shells destroying eachother giving him a burst of sweet, sweet serotonin.

He's about to go for a new and improved Egg Smash Trickshot, one where he'd have to hit Two eggs mid air, when the very out of place clip clopping of a horse disturbs him.

He turns around to find Jamie, the freakin Queen of Dominion, leading a horse closer to the edge of the obsidian.

"Whatcha..whatcha got there? Your majesty..?"

"Viking you know how I feel about formalities," she steps onto the ledge of the platform, yanking the horse along with her, "I'm just trying to give this sacrifice to the Void."

"Sacrifice eh? Well I've been throwin' these eggs for a while.."

"Oh you have? Very good, very good Viking, the Void is sure to favor you just as it has favored me if you should continue."

She gets the horse up on the ledge with her and it whinnies in fear, surly the poor thing can sense the danger it's in now. She gets behind it and picks up it's hind leg, unbalancing it enough so she can topple it over the edge, sending it falling.

A sickening crack rings out through the air when the horses lead tightens around its neck and breaks it, crushing it's windpipe. The rope got cought up on a crack in the obsidian and Viking has to turn away as Jamie huffs irritably and mutters about how the void much prefers live sacrifices. He knows she got it unstuck from the when it's limp corpse falls into the depths.

He feels a little worse about throwing his eggs now.

..

"So why are you chucking all these eggs?" At some point she sat down next to him, gazing at the void with a sort of respect Viking has never seen.

"Oh, I thought it was fun to watch 'em fall, y'know?"

"Oh it is fun! I wonder where they go."

"I...I donno Jamie I've never thought of it like that, you wanna have a go?" He holds out a stack of eggs, which she takes eagerly.

"I wonder if there's a bottom to it all, or maybe it goes on and on forever, wouldn't that be something, such an infante expanse right here, waiting for us.."

They fall into silence, watching the eggs fall and fall until they're nothing but off-white specks in the deep black, almost like stars if he squints a bit. Then they get so small that he can't see them at all and they've faded beyond his understanding.

He risks a glance at his companion, and she's stock still, unblinking and unmoving, if he wasn't looking for it he wouldn't have seen her breathing either. Her eyes are glazed over as her bright magenta irises reflect the dark.

"...Jamie..?"

She tilts her head towards him and lifts her empty gaze to meet his own and he suddenly wishes he was anywhere else at all. Looking into Jamie's eyes feels no different than looking into the void beneath his feet. The integral nothingness has taken over her eyes and he can't look away. Like he's been caught in a spiderweb looking in to the face of the great tarantula that will be his demise.

Then she blinks and the moment ends, she looks away but her eyes hold light agian, and her face holds expression, she's breathing and moving absently as she throws eggs like it's a game and not a sacrifice.

Viking doesn't need to blink but he does anyway, maybe out of comfort, and rubs at his eyes with his free hand.

"You alright there? You look like you've seen a ghost!" She laughs, and it sounds like her, she sounds alive, she is Alive.

"Ha ha, very funny Jamie, I get it, your great comedy was not lost on me don't worry."

"Awh c'mon that was good!" She stands up from the ledge and hops down to the main platform, "seriously though, you ok?" She offers her hand to him.

"Yeah, yea I'm just a little sick, don't ask me how I'll complain about it till your ears fall off." He takes her hand and has to restrain himself from jerking it away immediately, since when were dragons so cold?

"Sorry to hear that being beyond the grave doesn't save you from mortal sickness, truly unfortunate."

"Truly unfortunate indeed,"

They walk to the portal in silence and Viking lets her go through first. Once she's gone he spares a glance back at the edge of the island.

He'll swear to the end of the earth he saw someone looking back at him, but he admittedly didn't stay long enough to gather any conclusive evidence.

They part ways at spawn and he crawls into his home feeling much worse than he did before. Not only has his headache upgraded to a migraine but he's wracked with horrible chills, like he's alive again and fighting his way out of that damned storm.

Viking curls up under his threadbare blanket, something that never bothered him before because he couldn't feel the cold, holding a lantern like a teddy bear hoping to steal some of it's warmth. It's a fruitless endeavor in the end. He only manages to pass out due to sheer exhaustion, falling into a fitful and restless sleep in the cold forgotten grave where he died.

[bgech]

disclaimer (??) i've only watched sneve's one and like maybe half of leg's one cause gotdamn these are feature length films and i'm Tired.

shout out to ppl who write fanfic in the notes app and then copy paste it over cause that's what i'm doing

anyway. have fun.

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The purge is soon, a few hours away soon, and he is not doing the best.

To be honest he should have kept his expectations lower, he knows himself better than anyone else after all, but he was hoping to go into the whole crime fiasco with more than two damn hearts. Sneve's not a.. competent creature, he does his best but his best is usually just under what's required to survive, and thus he's lost most of his hit points to admittedly avoidable enemies.

Sometimes though he wished he'd just know when to quit. He was sitting pretty at full health not too long ago, then he died. He died once, just once and that's all it took. Once the ball started to roll down the Hill of Dispair it was hard for him to catch a break.

He drowned trying to create a home for himself, something so avoidable that he sucsessfully avoided it once before but the time that it mattered he decided to try and test fate. Fate won. Fate always wins, she's too damn smart.

Then some of the other residents of the world invited him to go with them on a plundering mission to a place of myth. The ancient cities of the deep dark are something Sneve has never personally encountered, and before this invite he would like to keep it that way. But in a foolish attempt to maybe prove himself to them, maybe get some allies or one of those apples that would give him a heart back, he tripped over himself on the way down and died before they even found the city.

Then it was just a long, painful series of unfortunate events where time after tune he was either shot, poison, or detonated apon until he was at half health.

He did actually catch a break here, whatever curse set on him for distracted or something because he was ok for a day or two. Save for a scary instance in the nether where he was only saved by the dark magic of an undying totem he would dare to say that eh was doing well for himself.

He was doing so well, in fact, that he went down in the caves looking for some sweet, sweet blue shiny rocks. He found one, just across the lava lake. After the whole nether fiasco he's gotten good at bridging over the hot stuff. He made it across safely, standing at the edge of the lake, blinking harshly to try and rid his vision from the black spots caused by the bright light, only to die on impact with a hidden creeper.

Another creeper outside his base for him down to 3, and he decided to test his luck with the city again to get a fancy apple or two.

No fancy apple was found, he was killed by a sound wave while blinded by the warden and he wasn't even fast enough to salvage any of his stuff.

Great.

Now it's the day of the purge, he's got two hearts, no armor, and no hope. He's not going to win, he's not going to make it far at all, he knows this, and is doing surprisingly well with the looming knowledge that his life will end in less than 12 hours. He sits outside with his dogs, he was going to try and train them to fight but they're too soft for that. Half of them are still puppies, he cant force puppies to fight, he's got some morals. Instead he sits with them and plays fetch and let's the pups gnaw on his fingers. The sand is warmed by the sun and the waves crashing in the beach not too far away put him in a false sense of security.

It's shattered by the sound of rockets quickly approaching and then the sound of his bamboo cracking under the weight of someone who probably wants to talk. Great, he could really go for some good ol' fashion socialization in times like these, especially with someone who's doing so much better than he is. Sneve has never been great at sarcasm.

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"Hello, Sneve" he spreads his wings slightly, both in balance and in intimidation, though he knows it's not needed here. The shadow of the vulture wings adorning his back falls over where sneve is lying in the sand.

"Good afternoon, Legundo" sneve stands with the help of one of his dogs, and turns to look up at where he's perched on the bamboo.

"So, I hear you've had a rough go of it recently,"

"Heh, yeah you could say that again," he laughs though it's humorless, "the uh warden got a taste of my minty goodness, and now I'm back here"

"Mhm," he glides down to stand among the dogs, crouching down in front of one and patting between their ears, "I can see your plan for purge night, y'didn't think to keep these guys hidden?"

"Nah man, I mean look at em," he picks up the nearest dog, "they're too little, you're telling me you'd send him to war?"

"I would if it was my only shot at survival"

Sneve just hums and holds the puppy closer, turning away.

"You are...planning on surviving..right?"

"Legundo you know damn well I can't survive this on two hearts. I mean look at you, you've got wings for gods sake. What can I do about that? My best armor is half broken and made of iron."

"Well, no, no, ok here I have a secret to tell you." Sneve turns around and sets the puppy down cocking his head to the left a little in silent question. "I went down to the ancient city, and I found more of those apples,"

"More?"

"Yeah, yeah anyway, I told everyone that I only found two because I was gonna use this one in like a, sneak attack, surprise, last resort sorta way," he pulls out the third god apple, holding it out to Sneve as an offering, "and I think we're gonna be fighting to kill eachother in a few hours but it...wouldn't be much sport if you were boneless."

Sneve considers him for a long time, so long that legundo actually starts to hope that he'll take us and have more of a shot at survival, but then sneve laughs and turns away.

"Honestly? at this point, I say keep it"

"No, Sneve, c'mon,"

"What's the difference between two and three, legundo?"

"Drastic!!" He's desperate now, just take the damned apple Sneve, it's for your own good, "if- if someone attacks you and-"

"No," he's interrupted, sneve just shaking his head at him, "Legs you can't honestly expect me to believe that an extra heart is going to help me here. It'd be a waste, you keep it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeh, like I said, what's the difference between two and three."

It's a tired sort of acceptance, the look in his eyes, something of quiet peace he's found somehow, all the odds being against him. It's something that legundo can almost respect, even if he himself were in the same situation he'd still be trying to claw his way back to a more respectable health.

"So, if you're not going to try and get your health up, and you're not going to use the dogs, what is the plan for you?" Legs reluctantly tucks the apple back to a safe spot in his inventory as he talks.

Sneve does a lazy spin before sitting back on the sand, "I was gonna make a contraption at the bottom of the ladder, make a whole big deal of it to try and get someone down there, then I'd just light it up and explode or something."

"Go out with a bang?"

"That's the idea"

"That's uh..hm. you have an enderchest? I can hook ya up with some tnt if you'd like."

"Do I look like a man who owns an enderchest?"

He really didn't. Sat in the sand, absentmindedly scratching behind a dog's ear, he looked like he was just starting out, not like he'd been in the world as long as Legs had.

After some time of talking about purge plans sneve invited him inside, promptly handing him potions and a crossbow that he definitely would have take if he didn't already have a bow of his own. He probably should have stayed longer, maybe to try and give him the apple again, but legs had preparations if his own to make. Plus the dull look that had long since settled in Sneve's eyes was starting to freak him out a bit.

In all his surviving he'd never met someone so prepared to die. Maybe he just surrounded himself with people who are more like himself, people who would rather fight to the end and do anything to live another day than give up. Sneve isn't one of those people, apparently. Because instead of eagerly taking the apple or making preparations to defend his life he's laying back on his bed throwing a pebble around while making idle chatter.

Sneve isn't planning on surviving, he's not even planning on fighting. This world had drained him of all want of life and left him udderly hopeless in his base. So Legs leaves him be, flies away from the house on the river.

Well he would have if he didn't forget to ask for a diamond, he felt horrible for asking to take anything more from Sneve as he had so little but he really wants that diamond.

Sneve doesn't even really try and bargain for it, just throws the diamond sword on the ground and turns back to whatever he started in the time Legs was gone. Legs asks if he's sure, if he can really take the sword and Sneve just waves him off.

He takes it and returns to his base for the final traps and preparations. Purge night comes and not even an hour in the gets a notification on his com that says Sneve was slain by a zombie of all things. He has the decency to feel bad, to feel sorry for the one who gave up.

But pruge night is purge night and people die all the time, so he can't do much more than that.

Legundo dies to fall damage not long after and slowly the others filter out and join them spectating. Now that the game is over sneve is looking a lot less hopeless, something he thinks everyone is grateful for. In the end Shadow is the one to win, ending it with no kills and only a few hearts to spare. A bit of an anticlimactic end to such an event but it's fine. He's just glad that everyone's ok afterwards, he's the admin of a few of these people and now that he's got his memories back after it's over he'd hate for one of them to be genuinely hurt due to the game.

It's always in good fun, just a game or a challenge or whatever, but Legundo won't forget the look in his friends eyes, the knowledge of death yet the unwillingness to do something g about it. And maybe Legs will stick a little closer to Sneve's side for a few days, just to make sure it doesn't come back.

[bgech]

im only here to post shitty fanfic that's it that's all you'll get outta me ok

im many people on th internet actually so if you think im someone you know, you're probably right, but keep that to yourself

i can't figure out ao3 so im here instead lmao