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spookyyenna · 6 years ago

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Power Rangers Wing Commanders: Episode 1: Wings of Change Pt. 1

Greetings everyone! It is I, Spookyyenna! I’ve decided to return to Tumblr and give it another chance. And along with that, here is the first episode of my PR story! So if you’re a Power Rangers fan, then this is the story for you! Leave a comment and enjoy the story.

In the deep, dark, depths of space. There were multiple stars and planets orbiting around the cold and quiet atmosphere, but, suddenly a massive portal appeared and out came an alien spacecraft that was in the color of fuchsia with a hint of grey. It had two engines in the back and two sets of missiles under each wing. Inside the spacecraft were reptilian-like foot soldiers, otherwise known as, Nexors, were either carrying an alien blaster or a laser-blade. Their attire consists of a magenta battle armor and holsters for their weapons. Most of them patrol through the corridors, while others were guarding the more private parts of the ship. However, the only flaw about these reptilian-like beings was the fact that they lack basic knowledge and had tendencies to not follow simple directions. Luckily, there were four other beings that had more sense than these incompetent fools.

At the front of the ship, stood three different figures; each of them being an anthropomorphic animal. The tallest one was the timber wolf named Rag-Zar. He was a mighty warrior with a ferocious temper, a powerful saber, and a pack of mysterious daggers. The wolf also had a serious demeanor that meant business and most definitely wasn’t the type to fool around or to make “jokes”. He was also a general of sorts and he expects everything to go his way. Unfortunately, the other two weren’t so agreeable. One was a female spotted hyena named Sheira; she didn't fit the stereotypes about hyenas, although, she was fierce and was not to be underestimated. In combat, she fights to win, even if her opponent parishes in the process. Sheira also happens to be the master of blades. Whether it be a knife or a short sword, the cunning hyena will use it to her advantage. However, she doesn't work alone. By her side is her twin brother, Zerrick, a tough spotted hyena with a twisted personality and an underbite to boot. Unlike his twin sister, the spotted hyena can only handle one blade and solely relies on his gauntlet that he wields on his dominant wrist. These twin hyenas are extremely dangerous, especially when they work together. However, because they're brother and sister, they have a tendency to get into squabbles, in which, gives both Rag-Zar and their master a living headache. Unfortunately, it makes the latter more angry and more likely to punish the two mammals. However, when it comes to their undying loyalty to their master, there’s no doubt that they will be by their master’s side until the bitter end. But, for now, they all have their eyes set on conquering a new planet. A planet that is known throughout the entire universe; a planet known as, earth.

“How much longer until we reach the planet!? I’m dying to cause some destruction!” Zerrick asked with impatience and confidence in his voice.

“And as I told you 10 minutes ago...you impatient malcontent...we’ll get there WHEN WE GET THERE!!! NOW STOP PESTERING ME BEFORE I USE YOUR HEAD AS AN ORNAMENT PIECE!!!” Rag-Zar yelled as he was getting sick of the hyena’s constant questions. “Why don’t you go bother your sister or something!?”

“Because she threatened to rip my fur off if I continue to pester her…plus she told me to bug you,” Zerrick pouted. “And must you always yell?! I swear you’re gonna lose your voice one of these days.”

Rag-Zar rolled his eyes before replying, “Not if I lose what’s left of my sanity and brain cells talking to you first.”

Zerrick took an offense to that statement and whipped out his gauntlet as he got up and personal in the ill-tempered wolf’s face. “Listen here snaggletooth! I may not be the brightest mammal in the room, but, I will NOT tolerate your petty insults. So take it back or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what!?” Rag-Zar growled as he started to size up the hyena. “In case you forgot: I’m a wolf, I’m twice your size, I’m better than you in combat, and if it was up to me or even our master, I would’ve launched you to the nearest and biggest black hole that we can find in this galaxy.”

But before the two mammals could go any further with their confrontation, a sudden ear-piercing sound waived through their ears and caused them both to fall onto their knees and grip their ears in pure pain and agony as they whine and beg for the sound to stop and go away. Fortunately for Rag-Zar and Zerrick, the sound went away. Unfortunately, the source of the sound came from someone that they both feared and respected; their master. He was a tall individual with a dark demeanor and an aura that was made out of pure evil and darkness. He also wore a metallic-silver suit of armor with a hint of light green in some areas; most of his body, except for his mouth, was covered by the armor. In his dominant hand, which was his right, he wielded a mighty spear that glowed a dark purple-ish color when releasing the powerful sound waves. He then proceeded towards the two mammals as they were getting their second wind from the horrible ringing in their ears.

“Get up...Now!” he demanded as he stomped his spear on the ground. “You were supposed to be warriors. Not childish brats fighting over a toy! Sheira has more common sense than the both of you combine!” he continued as he glared at the two grown mammals. “If I hear any more of this nonsense between the two of you, I will turn you lot into fur and dust!! Am I understood!?” Dark Sparrow growled.

“Forgive us, Master Dark Sparrow!” Rag-Zar and Zerrick said in unison as they got back on their feet and bowed to show respect and forgiveness towards their master. Once that was said and done, both warriors stayed quiet and kept their distance from each other to avoid another confrontation. Dark Sparrow was satisfied with this result and walked back to his throne with a quiet but stoic look on his face as he had his mind on other things. But, suddenly, his train of thoughts came to a close when he was approached by his second-in-command; Sheira.

“I must apologize for my brother's childish behavior master,” bowed Sheira. “I'd say he needs more ‘home training’ but, I'm positive that it'll just go through his empty head. Like his brain!” she added, in which, earned her an embarrassing glare from her twin sibling and a light chuckle from Rag-Zar. “Anyways, I came to inform you that we are getting close to the designated planet.”

“Excellent!” Dark Sparrow smirked, “Engage the ship’s thrusters and prepare the Nexors for battle. I want to hear the inhabitants of this planet scream as we destroy their homes and watch them plea for mercy.” he smirks once more as he makes a tight fist.

“As you wish, Master.” Sheira bowed once more and proceeded with Dark Sparrow’s instructions as he took his seat on the throne. But not before giving a sinister laugh that echoed throughout the entire ship.

*Time: 8:00 am.

*Location: Earth.

*Destination: Finn Hill, California.

“Good Morning Finn Hill!! FHN Reporter J.B Bell, here reporting live from Downtown on this beautiful Monday morning!” The news reporter announced with great enthusiasm in his voice. He was an anthropomorphic blue jay with feathers that were groomed to the touch. He also wore a grey business suit with a white shirt and a blue tie under. “The Mayor will be holding a special celebration in honor of the city's founder; Finnigan Weston Hill. We will keep you guys updated at the station as preparations for the big event is in progress. This is J.B. Bell, signing off.” and with that, the avian news reporter took a huge breath relief before retreating to the news van and grabbing a bottle of water. “That was exhausting…”

“Nice work J.B.!” Said the cameraman as he turned off the camera and put it into the van. He was a middle-aged man with light skin, jet black hair and a slightly receding hairline. His uniform mainly consists of a leather jacket with a crimson t-shirt underneath, a pair of navy blue jeans, and grey sneakers. “You always know how to start everyone's day.”

“...Thanks, Leonardo.” J.B. yawned. “I'm not used to being out so early in the morning...not since high school at least. But enough about me, how you've been doing since...you know…?”

The cameraman, Leonardo, got quiet and sheepish. He knew what question his boss and friend was about to ask, and it made him uncomfortable every time. But Leonardo knew, if he doesn't talk about it, it'll drive him crazy for months. “I-I’ve been alright...I guess… it's just something new for me to deal with..”

“Leo…I'm sorry. M-Maybe it was too soon to bring it up,” Said J.B. “If you don't feel comfortable talking about it, I understand.”

“Jerome-Bernard Bell,” Leonardo started. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. Getting divorced can have different effects on people; Ava needs her space and our son is handling it in his own way. Although, I can’t imagine he’s hurt about this.”

“Yeesh...the only people that full-named me were my parents, my partner, and our boss. But I didn’t think you had it in you...” J.B. replied bashfully. “But you make a good point tho Leo. C’mon! Let’s go make sure the equipment is set up correctly. That should take your mind off things.” he says as he smiled at his cameraman.

Leonardo appreciated the suggestion from his news partner/friend as he follows him back to his van. Suddenly both individuals and their vehicle were overcast by a massive shadow. They looked up at the sky and saw a massive spacecraft hover over them until three figures teleported to the ground with their weapons in their paws. J.B. and Leonardo were stunned with fear and couldn’t move a muscle. All they could do was watch as the three figures walk up to them with the female one pointing one of her blades at the frightened avian’s throat.

“Alright, bird boy. Unless you want to be a featherless bird, you better start talking.” the female figure threatened. “What’s the name of this civilization that you, earthlings, call ‘home’?”

“F-Finn Hill...Finn Hill, California. T-That’s the name of our city. I swear that’s all I know.”

“Hmph! Smart bird. I’ll let you live. For now. You might get lucky and get enslaved for all of eternity. Now for your friend over here,” she says as she puts one arm around Leo’s neck, with the other one wielding a blade that is aimed at the side of it. “So, ‘quiet one’ who’s the leader of this place, that you call Finn...Hill…?”

Leonardo stayed quiet for a few seconds which honestly felt like forever. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk or not. But, he knows if he doesn’t speak, the female figure and her two companions could hurt J.B. or worse. “...our ‘leader’ is Mayor Suzuki. That’s all I know as well. Please, we both have families. I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to them…” Leonardo pleaded.

“Save your pity party for the next group of invaders who actually cares about your simple lives,” the female figure sassed. “Rag-Zar, be a good boy and take care of these two. We got all of the information that we needed.”

“I’m not your little ‘puppy-dog’ Sheira! But as you wish.” said Rag-Zar, as he began to, murmur an ancient spell with his paws and eyes glowing a bright orange-ish color. Once he was done with the spell, the male wolf zaps the avian and human, as he put them both in an energy sphere, in which, puts the two in a sleeping trance. “Shall I leave them here? Or do we allow the master to deal with these two witnesses?”

Sheira smiled devilishly at the energy sphere, before replying with, “Don’t worry. The master is already in the midst of a plan.”

Time: 9:00

Location: Finn Hill High School

BRRRRIIINNNGGGGG!!!

As the school bell ranged, students of all shapes, sizes, colors, and species were roaming all over the hallways. Most of them trying to find their classes or their friends in all of the chaos. But before it can get any louder and crazy, a large brown bear in a blue blazer with matching trousers walked into the middle of the hallway with a cup of coffee in one paw and a silver whistle in the other. He then proceeds to blow into the small instrument, in which, got every student to quiet down and give their attention to the large mammal in the center.

“I hate to ruin your meetups and conversations, but the first bell just rang. And If you don’t like to spend your first day back at school in detention, then I suggest we all go to class, Yes?” the mammal smiled.

“Yes, Principal Bernstein…” the crowd of students replied with a few of them grunting and rolling their eyes in annoyance.

“That’s better,” said Principal Bernstein as he started to make his way back to the office. Along the way, he said good morning to a few students and fellow faculty as they all headed off to their individual classrooms and offices. Suddenly a blur, which was in the form of a student, flew past the principal. Miraculously, the bear already recognized the student and immediately stopped him in his tracks. “Running late again...Mr. Jones?”

The student stopped in his tracks and turned around in a very awkward matter. He also had a sheepish grin on his face. “Heyyy, Principal B! How’s it hanging? Did you do something to your fur? It looks so smooth and ravishing” the student said as he tried to sweet-talk his way out of the situation. But alas, this wasn’t going to end well.

“...Detention?” the student sighed.

“Same time after school, Mr. Jones. Don’t be late,” said Principal Bernstein as he gave the student a pink slip before heading back to his office.

“Yes, sir...I’ll be there,” the student sighed once more as he shoved the slip into his back pocket and proceeded towards his classroom. “Smooth move Roy Jones. ‘How’s it hanging’!? God that was cliche. I need to come up with some better material.”

Inside one classroom, the teacher was given a history lesson about the city of Mariner Bay and the ancient burial ground that is located underground. But before the teacher could go any further with her lesson, the classroom door was opened to reveal super-late student, Roy Jones, who quickly took to his seat as he was getting menacing daggers from his teacher and awkward stares from his fellow classmates. Especially from one student who was not only a friend of his, but he was also a German Shepherd; he had blue eyes, tan fur, black markings on his nose, ears, and his tail. He was also wearing a sleeveless green t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts.

“Let me guess: Trying to impress a couple of girls? Failed to skip class? Or better yet, tried to stay home sick?” the shepherd raised his eyebrow.

“Worst my canine compadre,” Roy replied. Overslept, missed the bus, and got the infamous pink slip from good ol’ grizzly butt.”

“Ouch. That’s what happens when you have an all-night movie marathon. And I told you to get your rest too.” the shepherd scolded. “Plus, as your friend, I think you need-” but before the teenage canine could finish his sentence, his teacher stormed over to his desk and slammed a pink slip on his desk. “Oh no…” he groaned.

“I’m sorry Adrian, but you already know that I have a no talking policy in my class.” said the teacher as she gave the shepherd a disappointing stare before returning to the classroom board.

“I never get detention…” Adrian whined as his ears folded to the back of his head. “Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me..”

“Aww c’mon dude! Cheer up,” said Roy. “Your boy, El Roylando, will keep you company!” he smirked.

“Joy…” Adrian replied in a deadpan tone.

Down by the football field…

A group of students in gym uniforms was lining up at the front of the track for their daily classroom laps. On the sidelines were the two P.E. coaches; one was an anthropomorphic Red-Tailed Hawk in a male uniform and a school official cap and the other was a female coach with a tan muscle tone and in a female uniform.

“Alright, everyone! Listen up!!” said the avian coach, “I want you all to run your fastest! I want you to sweat! And I don’t want any bland excuses--unless your paw or ankle is twisted, suck it up and run. Am I clear?”

“Yes Coach Talon…” the students mumbled.

“I said...AM I CLEAR!? OR DO I NEED TO ADD 50 PUSHUPS TO EACH LAP?” he shouted as his feathers start to ruffle from anger.

Without another peep, all of the students got into their starting positions in fear of making their coach angrier. Three students, in particular, were having a private conversation amongst themselves. Two of them were male and the third one was a female; one was a Red Doberman, the other one was a Welsh Corgi, and the third one was a Caucasian female with a grey pixie cut.

“Yo, what’s birdbrain's problem?” the Doberman grumbled, “It’s not our fault that we’re tired and not in the mood to run.

“Exactly bro!” the Corgi added, “I was working my tail off this entire summer! My paws and body ain’t build for this stuff! What am I? A Pitbull!?” he scoffed.

“Don’t be such a puppy Billy,” said the female student. “You’re a squirt, yes, but you need to get rid of those extra pounds. Especially in the gut area,” she added as she poked his belly.

“Hey! I may be short, but, I am not fat! And you know it, Mira.” Billy growled.

Mira laughed as she watches her short canine friend try and fail to be threatening. But to the teenage girl, it was both entertaining and adorable. “Poor Billy...so ‘scary’ and cute.”

“...Forget you, Mira.” Billy blushed with embarrassment as he rubbed his belly.

“Okay you two, save the insults for a chump that deserves it,” said Nelson as he glared at a male student with red hair, light green eyes, and freckles on his nose. “You’re going down Anderson...that I can promise you.”

And with that, the female coach blew the coach and all of the students took off in a matter of seconds. Most of the canine and feline students, with the exception of the red-haired student, taking the lead. The red-haired student was completely focused as he kept a good and steady focus on running until something, or someone broke his concentration and made him fall to the ground. Once the student got back on his feet, he heard immense sounds of laughing and teasing from the trio of students. Mostly from the Welsh Corgi and Red Doberman. They then proceed to whip out their phones and start recording the student.

“Is that even necessary Nelson?” asked the student, “like your ego needs to be any bigger than your test scores.”

“What do you care Jerry-boy!? I think it’s about time that a ‘good guy’ like you be put in his place!” Billy smirked. “Ain’t that right Nelson?”

Nelson nodded before saying “You may be the ‘star’ of the track team Anderson...but you’ll always be a goody-two-shoes loser!” the Doberman laughed.

“Ha! Good one bro!” said Billy as he joined his friend in the laugh.

The student rolled his eyes in annoyance as he proceeded to catch up with his fellow classmates. But just before he could get a running start, he was forcefully tackled to the ground by Nelson. As he tried to get his bearings, the Red Doberman kept him pinned to the ground as he got in the student’s face before saying, “Going somewhere, Anderson…? You and I got some unfinished business.” as he said that, the canine grew a cruel smile, and made his paw into a fist before striking the student in the face.

Back at the bleachers the female coach, otherwise known as, Coach Eloise Landers was patching up the red-haired student’s injuries after his sudden encounter with Nelson Skuller, the Red Doberman that loves to terrorize other students that are scared of him.

“Coach Landers, I’m fine! It’s just a couple of bruises.” said the student as he winced from the stinging sensation of alcohol being dabbed on his cheek.

“Maybe so Jeremy,” said Coach Landers. “But those bruises aren’t going to heal themselves. However, though, I’m just glad you didn’t turn it into a full-on-brawl. As for Nelson...he’ll be punished for not only his brash actions but, for also attacking another student. Is that okay with you Jeremy?”

“Yes Coach Landers,” Jeremy replied. “And besides, Nelson has had it for me and other students since last year. But I’m not gonna let a bully like him bring me down. And if he gives anyone else problems, I’ll be sure to tell Principal Bernstein.” he reassured.

“I’m glad to hear that Jeremy,” Coach Landers replied back. “And it looks you got some visitors,” she says as three of Jeremy’s classmates and one of the cheerleaders walked up to them.

“Yo, Jeremy, are you okay?” An ocelot student asked. “Nelson was a real punk for throwing that punch.”

“I agree,” a female deer student added. “I’m surprised you didn’t knock that malcontent’s teeth in. Or at least retaliate against his goons.”

“C’mon Natalie!” said another student. “You know Jeremy isn’t the type to pick a fight with someone like Nelson. He’s more of a peacekeeper anyway.”

“Okay guys, I’m sure Jeremy would like some alone time now,” the cheerleader smiled. She was African-American with light-orange eyes, all black hair with a streak of yellow in the middle, and she was also wearing an orange and purple cheerleader’ uniform. “And about Nelson; he’s just a big puppy with a childish grudge.” she winked.

��Hehe! Thanks, Kayla, thanks, guys.” Jeremy smiled. “I appreciate all of you checking on me, but I’ll be fine, get back to running before Coach Talon loses any more feathers.”

Agreeing with their friend and not wanting to tick off the already agitated avian coach, Jeremy’s classmates went back to the track to continue their laps and Kayla went back to practicing her routine with the other cheerleaders. But, unbeknown to them they were being watched by two mysterious men inside of an all black SUV. One man had his hand on the wheel and was looking through a pair of binoculars, while the other man was talking through a communicator in his ear.

“No signs of any suspicious activity Commander. But we’ve identified both Mr. Anderson and Ms. Hopkins, no sign of the other three yet.”

“Excellent work Agent! Knowing Mr. Jones and Mr. Cooper, they’re most likely in class. As for Ms. Garcia, she’s probably playing hooky or in detention. She’s rebellious--but she has spunk. Keep me posted agent.”

“Yes, sir. Signing out,” the agent took his fingers off the communicator and put his attention back on his partner and the students of Finn Hill High School. “How’s it going?”

“Like you told the commander,” the other agent replied. “No signs of suspicious activity. And may I ask? Why are we spying on five specific teenagers? I’m sure the commander or at least the professor has a good explanation for this.”

“They do actually,” said the first agent. “It’s for a ‘Top Secret’ project. Otherwise known as, Operation: Wing Commanders.”

Up in the sky, a military aircraft carrier was hovering over Finn Hill. It had four powerful engines that keep the entire ship airborne, state-of-the-art weaponry, a runway to launch and land all aircraft vehicles and cargo, and a built-in cloaking device to keep it hidden and safe from enemies to uninvited guests. Inside the carrier was a huge base where multiple agents and soldiers were hard at work at monitoring the activities of the city while others are deployed and tasked with secret missions. At the center of the base was a middle-aged man who donned the uniform of a commanding officer; his facial features include a grey mustache, sideburns, and a scar on his right eyebrow. Next to him was a male anthropomorphic Red Fox, who was donning a lab coat, a purple t-shirt, and a pair of grey slacks. He also had golden eyes and was sporting a pair of spectacles.

“Remind me again Ethan...why teenagers?” asked the vulpine. “And please don’t say ‘because they have the attitude!’, not only is that a common stereotype about teenagers, they always have an attitude, they constantly complain about everything, and they have the attention span of a-”

“Well, Jonathon,” Ethan replied. “I’m 100% sure that most of the things you just said are common stereotypes about teenagers. Am I wrong?” he smirked.

“Alright, alright, don’t be so smug of yourself,” Jonathon rolled his eyes. “Anyways, about Operation: Wing Commanders, I made some minor adjustments to the ‘gears and tools’ that we need for the five chosen teenagers.”

“That’s good to hear John,” Ethan nodded. “How long until they’re ready?”

“Just a little bit longer,” John replied. “I need to make sure they don’t malfunction during battles and work any bugs out of the system.”

Suddenly, an emergency alarm went off and the entire base was repeatedly flashing red lights. Some of the agents and soldiers went to their stations to track down the source of the emergency alarm, and others were trying to get all of the monitors turned on to see live footage of the potential threat. Once the screens were turned on, live video footage played of Dark Sparrow and his minions in the middle of town, with their now three hostages, trapped inside the same energy orb from before while still being in an unconscious state.

“Commander, who is that?” one of the soldiers asked.

“I don’t know,” the commander replied. “Turn it up! I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Attention! Earthlings of Finn Hill! You probably don’t know who I am. But, allow me to introduce myself; I am Dark Sparrow. An intergalactic space pirate, conquer of planets, and destroyer of the weak! Now then--the reason I came to your planet. It’s a simple reason; I want to rule it. But not just rule it. I want to enslave all life on this threshold you call home. Some of you will become warriors of my army or even my personal slaves. Whether you like it or not. Because, as of today, I am your new ruler! And if anyone dares to defy me...here’s what happens:"

Dark Sparrow aimed his hand at the energy sphere as he fired a jolt of dark energy which caused the hostages to scream in pain and agony. Along with this, Rag-Zar and Sheira launched multiple blade slashes at several buildings which resulted in all of them exploding and crumbling down to the streets below. People and children were screaming and crying as they ran to take cover and find shelter. Unfortunately, some weren’t so lucky and got badly injured in the chaos.

“Your time is running out Finn Hill! Make your choice: Accept me as your new leader or Perish along with these hostages and the rest of your precious city. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

End of Transmission

“Oh my god…” Jonathon gasped. “H-He can’t be serious…”

“This is a Code Red Emergency! All hands on deck! NOW!!” Ethan commanded. “I need a medical team and an evac team down to the city! We got casualties who are severely injured or worse. This is not a drill people, I repeat, this is Not. A. Drill.”

“SIR! YES, SIR!” all of the soldiers shouted as they prepare to deploy down to the city.

Ethan placed his hand on his fox companion’s shoulder before saying, “Professor, how fast can you get those ‘gears and tools’ done?”

The vulpine readjusted his spectacles and gave his commanding officer and companion a reassuring smirk. “Faster than you can say Lightspeed, Commander.”

“All I needed to hear,” the commander nodded before turning on his earpiece. “Agents, assemble the rangers.”

Back at the school, Principal Bernstein was in his office, drinking his second cup of coffee, and reading the reports about a troubled student who has once again caused mischief. The Ursa sighed in frustration, knowing that, this wasn’t the first time he had to deal with this particular student. Ironically enough, it was only the first day of school. It's going to be a very long day.

“Mrs. Evans, would you kindly send Ms. Garcia into my office please?” Principal Bernstein asked, via intercom.

“Right away sir,” she replied back. “Here she comes now.”

And right on cue, a female student walked into the office and made herself comfortable by sitting in one of the available seats and planting her pink sneakers on the principal’s desk. The student was wearing a pink hoodie with a plain white shirt under, a pair of baggy jeans with holes in the knee area, and a pink beanie with a bunny skull in the center. “What am I in for this time chief?”

“That’s Principal to you, young lady,” glared Principal Bernstein. “And as for what you’re in for; playing hooky and spray painting ‘PINK PUNK’ all over the lockers of FH High students, Nelson Skuller, Billy Blake, and Mira Thompson. Care to explain, Ms. Garcia?” he raised his eyebrow.

“What can I say? Social Studies isn’t my forte,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “And as for those three chumps, they deserved it. They think because they’re the ‘Alphas’ of the school, they have the everloving right to harass anyone whenever and whatever they want! Someone’s gotta stand up to them.” she says as she crosses her arms in defiance.

“Ms. Gar--Lucy,” Principle Bernstein cleared his throat. “While I understand your concern. And I really do. But I don’t think vandalizing a fellow student’s locker is the right way to get back at a bully.”

“Then what would you do!? Let them off the hook!? Someone has to stop this!” exclaimed Lucy.

“Lucy, please try to listen. You can’t just put matters into your own hands and expect bad students to stop bullying other students.”

As Lucy was about to give the principal another piece of her mind, one of the mysterious men in black walked into the office and grabbed the teenage girl by her arm. “Lucy Garcia. I’ll need you to come with me.”

“Hold up business dude!” Lucy struggled. “Who the heck are you!? Where are you taking me!? And how do you know my name!?”

“All of your questions will be answered soon. But for now, I need you to calm down and come with me,” The man replied as he calmly took Lucy out of the office. Leaving the poor principle dazed and very confused.

“...I’m switching to decaf.”

Meanwhile, the other mysterious man in black was escorting Adrian and Roy, outside, towards his vehicle.

“So...are you with Secret Services? or the CIA?” asked Roy. “Because if you are, I’m willing to joy. If the pay is good of course.”

“That’s confidential information, Mr. Jones,” the man replied. “And I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from asking any more questions until we reach our destination.”

Roy nodded to the man’s request, but, he decided to open his mouth once more. “But can I just say-”

“Roy,” Adrian said sternly. “Please shut up. I got detention for the first time, I might get grounded until I graduate High School, and we’re possibly being kidnapped,” Adrian added as he starts to rub his temple from all of the stress. And with that, Roy kept his mouth shut as he and Adrian entered the back seat of the man’s vehicle. Once they were inside, they were greeted by two other students, Jeremy Anderson, and Kayla Hopkins.

“Well, well, well,” Roy smirked. “It seems we have a cheerleader amongst us. How's it hanging sunshine?”

“Get a reality check, Jones.” Kayla sassed. “We all got ‘escorted’ out of class by a couple of dudes in business suits, and you’re choosing now to make flirty advances? Not your brightest moment.”

“Agreed,” Jeremy and Adrian said in unison.

“Oh, who asked you guys…?” Roy grumbled. “But in all honesty, why are we here? We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m with Jones on this one,” said Kayla. “They must’ve had a good reason for why they chose us four and nobody else.”

“It’s about to be five,” Jeremy pointed out as he saw one of the men in black came back with a reluctant Lucy who was trying to break free of his grip. He soon got out of the way as she ferociously opened the door to the vehicle and sat next to the teenage redhead.

“Sheesh, they got you guys too huh?” Exclaimed Lucy. “So who am I stuck with? The pretty boy, cocky smartmouth, madam pep squad, and the good boy.” she snarked.

The other four teens made very unamusing expressions at Lucy, as they weren’t a fan of the rebel teen’s nicknames for them. “Tough crowd,” she says. “and I thought my abuela and tia were hard to laugh.” Lucy shrugged as she sat back and enjoyed the ride.

And so, the five teenagers were assembled into the vehicle and are currently being transported to an unknown location. Unbeknownst to them, their lives will never be the same. Once they were on the highway, one of the men in black, who was driving, started to pick up speed in a very increasing rate. “Prepare for flight mode.” said one of the men.

“Roger that,” the other man replied. “Should we give them the heads up? This might be a bumpy experience for them.”

“Nah, let them experience it for themselves,” He smirked. “It's always fun to watch the newbies scream and squirm. And besides, they’re teenagers. I’m sure they’ve been through worse.”

In the backseat of the SUV, the five teenagers were starting to get weary and notice something was wrong. Adrian was looking out the window and noticed that they were going a little bit faster than usual, Roy was trying to comfort Kayla by putting his arm around her shoulder, but, all he got was a hard elbow blow to the side, Jeremy was wondering where he and his fellow schoolmates were going, and Lucy was keeping herself distracted by listening to her music. Then suddenly, the SUV started to pick up even more speed and it forced the teens to sit back and tightened their seatbelts.

“Why are we going so fast? Don’t they know about the speed limits here?” asked Adrian.

“They’re probably in a hurry to get somewhere...” said Roy as he began stretching. “Wake me up when we’ve reached our abductor’s hideout,” he says as he starts to fall asleep.

“You’re a lost cause Jones…” Kayla mumbled.

Meanwhile, outside the SUV started to transform. First off, jet wings started to appear on both sides of the vehicle, then the wheels began to hover, in which, caused the whole vehicle to float above the ground and start to take flight, and finally a pair of twin thrusters formed from the back of the vehicle and were starting to power up. Inside the vehicle, a female A.I. voice came on and stated the following: Preparing for Launch! Please make sure all seatbelts are fastened, secured, and everyone is in their assigned seats. Thank you and have a nice day~

“Well that wasn’t too bad,” said Adrian. “At least we can relax now.”

Initiating Countdown: In 5…

“We’re doomed,” Adrian sighed.

4…

“Get ready guys! This is gonna be intense!” informed Jeremy.

3…

“Thanks for the heads up Red,” said Lucy as she gives Jeremy, a mocking salute. “I think we’re completely aware that we may possibly die.”

2…

“Would it kill you to not be a sarcastic smart alec for five minutes?” Kayla asked in a frustrated tone, “I mean seriously, don’t you care that we might not see our friends and family again?”

1…

“Of course I do!” Lucy replied. “But you should be telling that to Prince Snoozy-Butt next to you,” she says as she nods her head at Roy, who was not only snoring but was starting to drool a little.

Ignition!

And just like that, the vehicle blasted off into the sky in a matter of seconds. Leaving only dust and groups of drivers in their path. The two men in black were enjoying their flight to the atmosphere. The man that was driving, however, grew a huge smile on his face as he can hear the sound of the teens screaming in possible awe or terror. “Tch, newbies.”

Once their vehicle was in the air, it started to slow down its speed and proceeded towards its designated location. The military carrier, that was hidden, thanks to its built-in cloaking device. “Commander Hunter, Sir, we got them. Permission to land?”

“Permission Granted! And hurry! We don’t have that much time.”

“Yes, sir.”

And so, the two men landed their flying vehicle on the runway as it and the entire ship instantly turned visible. The two then proceeded to let the five teenagers out. Fortunately, they made it in one piece, unfortunately, some of them were feeling groggy and kinda sick.

“...I think I’m gonna throw up…” Adrian groaned.

“Yay! We’re alive,” said Lucy. “and on solid ground,” she says as she hugs the pavement.

“Ugh, hey, who turned on the lights…?” Roy yawned as he just woke up from his nap. “Where are we anyway?”

Jeremy and Kayla were the last two to get out of the vehicle. Kayla was regaining her bearings as she took a second to look at the new environment she’s in, and Jeremy cautiously walked towards the edge and noticed that they were no longer in the city anymore. “Uh, guys? You might want to see this,” he says as he looked down at all of the clouds and buildings down below. The others came to see what their schoolmate was talking about, and they were surprised by the massive view.

“That’s a long way down,” said Kayla. “Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.”

“Hate to be the poor sucker that slips and fall to their doom,” Lucy added.

But before anyone else can say anything, the five teens were escorted inside by the two men in black. Once they were inside they took a quick look at their surroundings and were impressed by all of the technological wonders within the place; from massive computers to odd inventions that have never been seen before. Soldiers and workers were scrambling all over the place, while some of them took quick glances at the teenagers and were mumbling things like “That’s them?”, “I didn’t think they were teenagers.”, “Why is one of them a dog? Why not a wolf or something?”. As they continued with their walking, they were soon approached by the commander.

“Commander Hunter, Sir!” The two men saluted.

“At Ease, you two,” said the Commander. “I’ll take it from here,” he says as he motions Jeremy and the others to follow him.

“You’re probably wondering where you are and who I am,” he acknowledged. “Well, allow me to finally answer them for you: My name is Commander Ethan Hunter and you five are in a state-of-the-art military carrier! In other words, it’s a secret base in the sky and the main headquarters of the W.C.O.”

“And what exactly is the ‘W.C.O.’?” asked Jeremy.

“The Wing Command Organization, or, W.C.O. for short,” replied the Commander. “tactical military ops that specialize in dealing with ordinary and unordinary threats. Both in the sky and on the ground. We’re also tasked with keeping Finn Hill and all of its citizens safe. And that’s where you five come in.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Roy. “Why us? We’re just teenagers. We don’t know anything about being part of the military. Heck, I’m barely passing history.”

The Commander stopped in his tracks and was in complete silence. He stayed quiet for a few more seconds until he cleared his throat, and gave the five teenagers a stern but serious stare. “Tell me,” he started. “Have any of you five...ever heard of the Power Rangers?”

Jeremy, Roy, Adrian, Kayla, and Lucy, were completely thrown off by the commander’s question. However, they were familiar with the legendary team of heroes. Especially Adrian, whose tail was wagging like crazy. “Seriously!? Who hasn’t!? I’ve always wanted to be one since I was a pup! And, and-ahem-I mean, of course, they’re pretty well-known heroes.” he says as he grabs on to his tail and attempts to hide his embarrassing blush.

“You’re such a nerd dude.” Roy chuckled.

“I don’t know,” said Lucy. “I think it’s cute that he’s a fan.”

“Good, so you’ve heard of them…” nodded the commander. “I need to show you all something,” he says as he directs them into a room with a large square table, a silver briefcase, a monitor, and an anxious Professor Foxworth.

“Yo, who’s the fox dude?” asked Roy.

“Roy…” Adrian elbowed Roy’s arm.

“Show some respect,” Kayla scolded.

“It’s quite alright,” Professor Foxworth sighed. “I’m kinda used to it by now,”

Commander Hunter walked towards the male red fox and rested his hand on his shoulder. “I would like you all to meet Professor Jonathon .H. Foxworth, the leading scientist here at the W.C.O.”

All five teenagers said their greetings to the male vulpine before taking a seat at the table. Once everyone sat down, both, Commander Hunter and Professor Foxworth stood at the front before proceeding with the briefing.

“We have a Code Red Emergency! Earlier today, we got a video message from an individual, that calls himself, Dark Sparrow.” said the Commander as he replayed the footage from earlier. “He’s an intergalactic space pirate whose sole purpose is to conquer and enslave other planets. Unfortunately, Planet Earth is his next target.”

“It gets worse from there,” said the Professor. “His forces have leveled several city blocks, destroyed multiple buildings, and innocent civilians were hurt in the attack. And to add the cherry on top--he has hostages. One of them being the mayor herself…” he says as he displayed images of the hostages.

The five teens watched in horror and anger as they watched their city get destroyed, and innocent people and mammals running for their lives, as they all try to escape the chaos and destruction; Jeremy was clenching a tight fist to display his anger, Lucy was speechless and possibly scared, Kayla was trying to hold back tears as she feared for her own family’s safety, Adrian covered his ears to muffle the sounds of all the people crying and screaming, and Roy was stunned because he recognized one of the hostages. “This isn’t happening...” Roy mumbled.

“What is it Mr. Jones?” asked the Professor.

“I know one of the hostages…” Roy replied. “The cameraman...its my dad!”

To be Continued...

Next time on Power Rangers Wing Commanders!

The Rangers are given their morphers and are soon put to the test when they make an attempt to rescue the kidnapped hostages from the clutches of Rag-Zar, Sheira, and Zerrick. Meanwhile, Dark Sparrow unleashes a horde of Nexors and a monster upon the city! Can our new heroes work as a team and save the day? Or will this be the end of Earth and Finn Hill?

That’s next time! On Power Rangers Wing Commanders!

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octaviaspvcks · 7 years ago

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TASK [ 003 ] QUESTIONNAIRE

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Octavia Monraue

Nickname: Octi, Octopus, Tavie, Ava.

Birthday: 17/01/1994

Age: 24 Years Old

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Great Malvern, Worcestershire, England.

Places Lived Since: Manhattan, Washington, LA, New Orleans, Santa Barbra & Jehirco. Arizona.

Nationality: English, Greek, American.

Parents’ Names: Elimarie & David Monraue

Number of Siblings: None.

Relationship With Family: They had a close connection, especially growing up. They were pushing her hard to be the greatest she could be but she loved every second of it. Now of course there is no relationship after their early demise. She misses them terribly but very rarely speaks of them.

Happiest Memory: The day she achieved her first ever award for making Lucas proud.

Childhood Trauma: Early childhood Octavia was struggling with her learning, although extremely clever it was almost impossible for her to concentrate which really destroyed her confidence. This later came to be a condition called Low Latent Inhibition which affects the way in which the brain perceives things around the person. It took a lot for her to get used to and overcome this obstacle in her life. And of course the death of her parents was something that completely rocked her world. With such a close family and not many friends this seemed to shatter her and the world around her.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5’7 ( 1.72 m )

Weight: 112 pounds

Build: Athletic and Lean

Hair Color: Brown with flecks of ash

Usual Hair Style: Drop curls

Eye Color: Hazel

Glasses? Contacts?: She only ever wears glasses to add to a disguise.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Octavia can be seen with two different kinds of wear, one of her typical day wear tends to be battered black or grey jeans paired with a band-t-shirt or racer tank, black doc martins and her black leather jacket. While her nightwear is a contrast where she tends to wear lavish gowns and expensive designer dresses. This comes from when she used to work as a high class con artist alongside Lucas.

Typical Style of Shoes: Day time you will always find her adorning her doc Martins, she has an array of different colours but her evening she always sports a pair of Louboutin black heels that she received as a present while spending some time in Paris. She has a large array of heels that she likes to wear.

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: Although not exactly a believer in god she very often wears a cross around her neck that belonged to her mother, she has a nose piercing and wears a lot of rings on her right hand.

Scars: She has a large scar that runs down the side of her rib cage, and one above her lip.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: She has a lot of British slang and mannerisms from living most of her childhood in England and still holds her accent very thickly.

Athleticism: Octavia is a big fan of running and she is often seen going for a 6AM run to clear her mind, she loves listening to music and working out as much as she can. She attends the gym at least three times a week and loves boxing for sport.

Health Problems/Illnesses: Octavia has a condition called Low Latent Inhibition which affects her ability to concentrate solely on one thing and affects the way in which the brain perceives and maintains information. Because of her high IQ she manages it very well but it is a challenge at times.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Octavia only ever got her GED, although when she was a con artist in New York she used to go and sit in university classes under fake names and take classes, she even sat exams under false names just so she could see what she could achieve,

Languages Spoken: English, Russian, Korean, Spanish, French, German, Icelandic, Hebrew & Latin.

Level of Self-Esteem: Octavia has a high self-esteem and she tends to take pride in herself but when it comes to finding love just has little to none at all.

Gifts/Talents: Languages, Music and Numbers are a big part of Octavia’s talent; multi-instrumentalist and bilinguals as well as her ability with numbers and equations. But these are only a few of her talents, manipulative when she needed also learn a lot of things when she was working for Lucas as a Luxury Black Market Art thief. She was good with Racketeering, Bond Forgery and Identify Forgery as well as computer hacking.

Mathematical?: Octavia is a lover of numbers, she could sit and do numbers all day and gets a thrill out of getting equations and quizzes complete as it challenges her mind which she often feels she doesn’t do enough these days.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Most of the bad decisions that Octavia makes are based upon emotion. She is a rather logically person, so when she does make mistakes or bad decisions it is usually emotionally fuelled.

Life Philosophy: Always, always trust your first gut instincts. If you genuinely feel in your heart and soul that something wrong, it usually is.

Religious Stance: Atheist. She believes that everything happens for a reason and in reincarnation.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring when needed, she likes to take a risk and loves adrenaline and thrills but she is cautious when it comes to her heart and things that could affect her mentally.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: She is vulnerable when it comes to the death of people close to her and the fact that she feels inexperienced when it comes to love and letting people in past the shield she has created around herself. She worries that after Roberto’s passing that she could lose other people.

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist towards everything but her own love life.

Extrovert or Introvert?: She is neither of these but in fact a Ambivalent. A combination of the two. She likes people but needs to be alone. She’ll go out and vibe and meet new people. But it has it’s expiration, because she has to recharge. If she doesn’t find the valuable alone time she needs to recharge she cannot be her highest self.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Past Relationships: One Night Stand with Russell Johnson and Crush on Lucas Price.

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Nothing to compare it too.

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: There has never been a break up.

Ever Cheated?: No.

Been Cheated On: No.

Level of Sexual Experience: Octavia has only ever slept with one person, once.

Story of First Kiss: In The Howling rooms drunk on Whiskey and Music while laughing about how much life sucked at times. She kissed Russell in hopes it would dissolve the constant feeling and yearning in her stomach for Lucas.

Story of Loss of Virginity: Octavia lost her virginity recently to Russell

A Social Person?: Octavia is a very big people person and gets/feels better whenever she is around people. But she also likes her space to read and play music, although, she doesn’t mind doing this with people around as long as they leave her be.

Most Comfortable Around: Leo, Lucas, Russell, Mia, Sophia, Camille & Jack

Oldest Friend: Lucas Price.

How Does she Think Others Perceive Her?: Octavia has different opinions, but those close to her she believes see her as someone with an open mind who is willing to do what she has to do to get a job done. She is respectful and loyal and will now bow out if someone needs her.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Octavia really isn’t sure what peoples formed opinions of her are.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To meet someone who she can spend her life with, she does not want anything extravagant in terms of money but she does want a love just like she reads in her favourite books and love films--- she wants to have adventures, night walks on the beach and laughter with a glass of wine around a piano at night; all she hopes for beside that is to one day have a little boy and be a mother just like her mother had been.

Dreams: Octavia has a dream that one day she’ll be married.

Greatest Fears: Trypanphobia, Claustrophobia & Pseudodysphagia

Most Ashamed Of: Although she does love her life of Crime she is ashamed of herself for never carrying on with her education and going on to be like her mother and work for the government in languages. She feels she let her parents down, even if they are not around to see it.

Secret Hobbies: She collects stamps from every place

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): The list of Octavia’s crimes is extensive especially from when she used to work with Lucas. Some of them contain Forgery, Racketeering, Identity Theft, International Sea Extortion, Mafia ties, Homicide amongst many more.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night Owl

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Heavy Sleeper

Favorite Animal: Wolf.

Favorite Food: Smoked Salmon Sushi.

Least Favorite Food: Prunes, Raisins ect.

Favorite Book: War & Peace by Leo Tolstoy

Least Favorite Book: 50 Shades of Grey.

Favorite Movie: Black Hawk Down

Least Favorite Movie: Star Wars.

Favorite Song: Misererer by Gregorio Allegri, Tebevrae. Allegri.

Favorite Sport: Figure Skating

Coffee or Tea?: Tea

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: She hates peanut butter with a passion.

Type of Car she Drives: Mercury Comet 1963

Lefty or Righty?: Right.

Favorite Color: Burgundy.

Cusser?: Swear words are used more often than normal words with Octavia.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Heavy Smoker and Drinker but she will not touch drugs.

Biggest Regret: Losing her virginity while drunk.

Pets: Octavia has a dog called Yoko.

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avaliveradio · 5 years ago

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The Artisan Thieves talks about the inspiration behind latest single 'Hey Little Bird Sing'

LISTEN TO THE EPISODE:

This episode covers topics for artists and music fans including the story of his new singles and what's it's like to be an artist today trying to develop your own sound. Get inspired by this heart to heart chat on discovering your own personal journey in music.

On ANCHOR FM: https://anchor.fm/ava-live-radio/episodes/Ryan-from-The-Artisan-Thieves-talks-about-the-inspiration-behind-Hey-Little-Bird-Sing-with-host-Jacqueline-Jax-eae0sr

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Artist: The Artisan Thieves

New Release: Hey Little Bird Sing

Genre: Americana Rock, Alt Country, Folk Rock, Progressive/Alt Rock

Located in: : Salt Lake City, Utah

I met Taryn "Little Bird" Pearce early last year. She appeared to be a fragile, tattered little bird, such as we all are a time or two in life, hence the name. She's the type of spirit and soul that makes you feel as if you've been life long friends from day one. The guys all immediately fell in love with her, as did I and she sings like an angel. Hey, Little Bird Sing was a song born from listening to her story and translating it in accord with my perception, as an outsider looking in.

Taryn isn't a full-time member of the band, but she knows she's welcome any time. It's a family thing.

This track is so meaningful and powerful to me personally, because I knew from the start, that Taryn had it in her. There was this brooding storm, this angstful unrest building up in her eyes when we spoke. I felt like, if I could provide a canvas, so to speak, and hand her a brush and some paint, she could unleash a great deal of pent up emotion via the art, via the music. That's what I set out to do here.

Listen, I'm not some healer or clairvoyant gift to the world. Hell, this song is as much about beginning the process of healing myself as it is about anyone else. This whole record is about that.

I use a lot of projection and substitute characterization to tell the stories, but yeah, they're as much about my flaws, faults, and imperfections as they are those of anyone else.

Knowing the guys, such as I do has made this so easy. Shoot, I've known Vern and Smitty since Kindergarten. Being a part of their lives and witnessing them hone their musical crafts over the years, has translated to being able to compose and construct sounds that I know are there, long before they are ever produced.

Call it predictable or a hunch, but I'm extremely attuned to what each of the guys, Big Mike and Chuck included, bring to the table. In turn, I feel like they all reciprocate that those sentiments, in knowing me and what makes me tick. Looking back now at Hey Little Bird Sing, in its infancy, I think it's an anthem for all of us. I think every one of us, friends, family, artists, listeners and fans alike, are all, at some point, a broken little bird in need. This song is simply a call of encouragement, to take action.

" Now, dig down deep, hey little bird sing. Lull your demons all to sleep, sweet siren gonna ring. Let go your heavy heart. It don't mean a thing, and just sing. Hey little bird, sing."

As beautiful and melodic as this song is, there is an air of brooding grit and angst to it. Taryn deserves all the credit for not only the inspiration but her contribution. She is to be commended for employing the courage to take a chance and create something special, using her experiences and gifts. this song was never even the inkling of an idea, without her. She is so special. That said, Smitty (Mike Smith - Lead Guitars) is the cohesive musical bonding agent that makes most of this music what it is. His distinct guitar tones, range and carefully measured doses of dissonance have become an integral component in The Artisan Thieves sound.

He tells a story unto itself, in the way he plays guitar. Vern (Scott Francis - Bass) Big Mike (Mike Olesko - Percussion) and Chuck (Charles Stanford - Drums) collectively round out the rhythmic vehicle that keeps this song, all the songs, moving forward with purpose. Everyone involved in this is equally as important as the next. It doesn't work without the sum of all of us. Though I built most of this album in a lab, the most interesting and enjoyable thing for me has been to see the translation and adaptation, by the guys, live in the studio. Whereas these recordings, flawed as they may be, are sound and structured purposefully, there is a great deal of organically fueled emotion in performing the music live. You get a different sense of the songs and at times, they take on a whole new meaning. One thing is certain.

We know what our sound is and it makes staying focused on moving forward with it in tow, so much less arduous. Having said that, the evolution of the noise we make is also natural and we embrace change that fits into what is working for us. This is working.

Spotify LINK: https://open.spotify.com/track/2erpnOSUHbER0f6UqKz5q?si=gET8yK9USJyZsfemSLYk8w

Right now we are gearing up and rehearsing our asses off for the upcoming year. Admittedly we have been to this point before and never really transcended into playing a lot of live shows. THAT IS ABOUT TO CHANGE. Our focus, right now, is solely upon bringing this music into the light and sharing it with anyone and everyone who will listen and can relate. We know we have something special and worthy of being heard.

Social Media: @theartisanthieves Insta @TheArtisanThieves Facebook @ArtisanThief Twitter

Sounds like: : Goldust Woman - Fleetwood Mac: Rusty Cage - Sound garden : Walk The Line - Johnny Cash : Cherub Rock - Smashing Pumpkins : No Ceiling - Eddie Vedder : Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart - Chris Cornell : Shuffle Your : Feet - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club : Echo Canyon - Alice Wallace

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shadowlorddemon · 9 months ago

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AVA-M: Early Bird

The AU begins in between AVM Episode 15 & AVM Episode 16.

Which TSC (The Second Coming)/Orange runs into a… problem of their own.

(The Color gang weren’t even aware of this was happening behind their back.)

TSC was suffering a lot from the severe tortures from the enemy. And it triggers the awakening of their powers earlier than it should be…

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What if TSC’s powers were awakened earlier? What if they made aware of their powers earlier?

How would TSC cope with their newfound powers he now possesses? How would they handle with their powers? How would it affect the storyline if TSC is now very aware of what they can do with their powers?

One thing for certain: this would change a few things.

Multiple versions:

#ibispaint art #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava the second coming #AVA-M Early Bird #AVA/M EB

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shadowlorddemon · 9 months ago

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AVA-M Early Bird: Chronic Pain

[DISCLAIMER]

I do not have any medical experience. I researched what I could find on the medical equipments, injuries and proper medical cares as the best as I can. However, I probably would simplify the medical cares and treatments.

Therefore, any time when the medical cares, medical treatments, and/or injuries come up, it would probably be inaccurate information.

#drawing #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava the second coming #AVA-M Early Bird #AVA/M EB #tw chronic pain #chronic pain #inaccurate medical information

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shadowlorddemon · 9 months ago

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AVA-M Early Bird: Trip to Nether

Part one

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[POV of TSC]

Pain

Pain is what they feel when they slowly woke up from their restless night sleep.

Orange eyes blinks at the ceiling as the dull pain shoots through their body.

With a soft groan, The Second Coming; or TSC begins to push their body up, wincing at each stabs of pain he feels.

They sighed heavily as they finally sits up. Then they, with caution, swing their legs off the bed and stands up.

They nearly lost their balance for a moment as a sharp feeling of knife stabs on their legs. They stay still for a minute before slowly making their way toward the chest.

As they reached the chest, they lifted the lid up and looked inside the chest. Finding a small bottle with pink liquid inside among the empty bottles, they grabbed it, popped the cork open and drink the liquid from the bottle.

As they drinks it, a sensation of warm water washed over them as the feeling of dull pains that was replaced with a tinge of soothing relief. Almost like going to the spa and getting a full treatment.

…not that TSC knows what is a spa. But they guess it is a good thing, from what he reads from the search engine website.

As they are done with the bottle, they look down at the chest that is filled with empty bottles. Then, they look at the now empty bottle in their hands.

“Mmm, I guess I should make more of these regeneration potions.” They muttered as they kneel down to the ground and begin to gather the bottles out of the chest.

With an armful of the empty bottles, they turned and walked towards the workstation by the bed.

The workstation contained of the table-like block with various tools and the 3x3 grid on the top of the block. Next to the crafting table, another table contains of two stands with orange-red rods and a cauldron in between two stands. Next to the tables of two stands is another chest but much bigger than the previous chest.

TSC puts the empty bottles on the table with two stands and moves over to the big chest, lifting the lid open.

They pulls out the jars of multiple frozen grayish drops. As they reaches into the chest, they pauses as they realize that they cannot find the other ingredient they need.

“Oh, you got to kidding me. I’m out of nether warts?” TSC groaned as they placed the jar next to the bottles. They then shut the lids close and turned around to make their way out of their bedroom.

“Hopefully, Blue don’t mind if I borrowed some nether warts from her.”

As they stepped out of their room, they can hear the sizzling noise of meats being cooked and the tune of retro music playing in background. He can guess it is a music disc of Chirp.

“Oho, I guess Blue is cooking at the moment.” TSC said as they walked out of the front door.

They immediately spotted the blue stick figure making the cake while munching on the nether warts. They also can see the table, next to the kitchen station, with the bowls of cooked beef & chicken and melons.

“Good morning, Blue.” They called out to the blue-colored stick figure.

Blue peaked up at the sight of the orange Hollowhead stick figure walking towards her. “Oh! Good morning, Second! Sleep well?” She asked as she carried the cake to the table of foods.

“Hey, these look very delicious.” TSC commented as they eyed at the foods.

Blue smiled at TSC as she placed the cake down. “Thank you!”

“You planned to eat them all or…?” TSC inquired as they smirked at the blue stick figure while they leans over to her. “Are you going to eat nether warts, regardless of the amount of food you have here?”

Blue freeze up at TSC’s words before chuckles nervously.

TSC slowly shakes their head. “I’m getting concerned about your addiction to nether warts.”

Blue then frowns at TSC. “Hey, I’m not addicted to these nether warts. It’s not my fault that they taste… good…” Blue trailed off as she noticed TSC’s playful smirk.

Blue then sighed. “You’re teasing me.”

“Yes.” TSC snickered.

“Screw you.”

“That’s Yellow’s job, not mine.”

Blue immediately stammered out weak protests as TSC burst out laughing at Blue’s embarrassment.

Blue then crossed her arms and pouted at the laughing orange hollowhead figure.

“Sorry, Blue. I cannot resist.” TSC said as their laughter declined to light chuckles.

“What can I do for you, or are you only here to teasing me?” Blue asked as she turned to face her friend.

“Ah, yes. I was wondering if you have any nether warts you can spare for me? I’m somehow out of these warts while I was planning to make some more potions of regeneration.” TSC said as he scratched at their cheek.

“Already? You went through these potions a lot than other stick figures do in this desktop.” Blue said as she quirked an eyebrow. “And they’re getting too rough in their spars often.”

TSC winced at Blue’s accusation eyes. They knew that out of everyone on the desktop, they consumed the regeneration potions the most.

“I know. I’m sorry.” TSC muttered as they casted their eyes down.

Blue sighed as she then summoned the hotbar. “Sec, you need to tell me if there’s anything wrong with you. I know you have your reasons but this went on far too long.” She lightly scolded at the orange hollowhead figure.

TSC hummed softly as they averted their eyes from Blue.

“For now, I would give you some of my nether warts.” She said as she scrolled through the hotbar. “But next time if you run out of nether warts and you still need more of-“ Blue paused as she looked at her inventory.

TSC then looked at Blue, then at Blue’s inventory. “…Blue?”

“…” Blue stays silent as she hastily scrolls through her inventory once again.

She then went to the chest next to the makeshift stove. She opened the chest and rummaged through the chest, tossing few things out the chest.

As TSC watched Blue rummaged through the chest, something clicked in TSC’s mind.

“…You’re also out?” TSC says as they begin to feel exasperated by Blue’s actions.

“…” Blue stares down at the chest before pointing towards TSC. “No. Let me check at the soul sand blocks. There should be some growing at the moment.”

TSC stares at Blue for a moment before glancing over at the farm site.

“…Doubtful. These soul sands are barren of the nether warts.” TSC said dryly.

Blue’s eyes widened as she whipped around to see the soul sand blocks are indeed empty.

“What?! No! I swear there are some!” Blue exclaimed as she gestured towards the soul sand blocks.

TSC glanced back at the blue-colored figure. “Did you? Or did you happen to forget replanting them after you harvested them?” They asked in the same dry tone.

Blue stupidly blinked at TSC before looking down in devastating realization.

TSC, now exasperated with Blue, groaned out loud. “Blue!”

Blue wildly gestured at the air. “Well! I’m sorry for being distracted by my other tasks!”

TSC sighed heavily as they covered their face with one clawed hand.

Blue stays quiet for a minute before asking, “do you really need to make these regeneration potions…?”

TSC then moves his hand down to their mouth as they look at her. “I used the last of mine recently.”

“Oh. Well. Then, can we-“

“Blue. You know that we all agreed that we won’t use the Minecraft icon until it was absolutely necessary or for emergency reasons.”

Blue sighed softly. She glanced at the soul sand blocks for a moment before she blinked with a dawning realization.

“Wait. I remember that I got these warts from the time when Green and I went to the Nether for first time.” She said as she waved her hand around in a circle. “They grow in these fortress, I believe.”

TSC raised an eyebrow before understanding what Blue was saying.

“You want to go back to the Nether?” TSC asked in disbelief.

“Second, please-“ Blue pleaded.

“You want to go back to that hellish place? Don’t you remember what happened last time?” TSC said as they wildly gestured to their left.

“I know. I know you’re very worried. But it’s only the place that I do know where to find these warts!” Blue stand up, waved around as if to try to appease TSC’s worries.

“Blue-“ TSC begins before Blue immediately cuts them off.

“You can come with me!” Blue exclaims as she gestured to the orange figure. “You can come to keep me out of trouble. You wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us.”

TSC hesitated for a moment. “I don’t-“

“Come on, please? Second, please? With a cherry on top?” Blue then put her hands together in a pleading manner. “I promise to stay close to you! I won’t pick any fights with the mobs in the nether! Come on, please?”

TSC grumbles for a minute before sighing. “Fine. We will go to the Nether.” They then pointed at Blue. “Only for the warts! Not anything else! And we will take some precautions before we enter the netherworld!”

Blue fanatically nodded at TSC. “We will! We will!”

TSC paused before gesturing toward the mess. “Clean them up while I go to get the weapons and essential supplies to protect ourselves. And the materials for the portal.”

Blue glanced down at the items she carelessly tossed out of the chest. “Oh okay.”

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Blue fidgets in her spot as TSC comes up on the window of the storage file.

“I said hi to Yellow and Green on the way.” TSC said as they held up the obsidian blocks. “They’re currently relaxing on the couch.”

Blue blinked at TSC. “And why are you telling me this?”

“Dunno. Thought you would be curious about what they’re up to before we’re leaving to Netherworld.” They said as they handed the blocks to Blue.

She takes the blocks in her hands as she tilts her head. “And why do you thinking that I am curious about their business?”

“…” TSC blankly stared at Blue.

“…” Blue stared back.

“…”

“…What about Red?” Blue sighed, defeated by her curiosity.

TSC grinned at the blue figure. “He’s out, tending to his animal friends.”

Blue nodded and turned around. She then placed the obsidian blocks down.

TSC then scrolled through his inventory for the flint n steel. Then they scrolled for the diamond swords.

Blue finished constructing the portal structure. TSC then handed the diamond sword to Blue which she gratefully accepted.

Then TSC held the flint n steel up. “You ready?”

Blue determinedly nods at TSC.

“Well, here goes nothing.” TSC said as he flicked the flint n steel at the bottom of the portal.

With a crackle and a loud whoosh, the portal structure lightened up with a familiar purple gateway.

Blue begins to go in before TSC stopped her.

“Allow me to go first.”

Blue looks at them before nodding. TSC then takes a hesitant step into the portal.

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Okay, okay!

So…

In this AVA-M Early Bird AU, by so far I had drawn the comics that often taken the place before or after the episodes.

However! In this cover page, I did ask that how would it change the storyline of AVA-M if they are made aware of their own power.

Also, I did say that it would change a few things.

So, in the comics I had drawn only shows few things that had changed since TSC’s early awakening. These are tiny details that make small differences to the storyline.

However, in this fanfic, we’re getting one of many major differences in the AU.

Because of TSC’s chronic pain and they often depends on the regeneration potions for the temporary relief, they went to Blue for the nether warts and/or regeneration potions.

So, when they’re completely out of nether warts, they have to go back to the netherworld to get more of nether warts.

But this time, Blue isn’t alone in her trip to the netherworld. TSC is coming along with her.

And that’s the one of many differences between the original storyline and this au’s storyline.

I wonder what else changed as well…?

#fanfic #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava the second coming #ava blue #AVA-M Early Bird #AVA/M EB #chronic pain #minecraft #minecraft nether

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shadowlorddemon · 9 months ago

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AVA-M Early Bird: Trip to Nether

Part Three

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[POV of Blue]

“Are we there yet?” Blue asked for tenth time.

TSC glanced down at the baby piglin strolls beside them. He hummed an odd melody as he happily hopped around them.

“Since the little one hadn’t say anything for past twenty minutes, I guess not.” TSC remarked.

“Urrrgh!” Blue groaned.

TSC chuckled softly as they turned to Blue. “Hey. Be grateful that the little one agrees to help us out with searching for nether warts. Otherwise we would have been here for hours.”

Blue grimaced at the thought of staying in the netherworld for hours.

“I hate that you have a point there.” She grumbled as she crossed her arms. TSC can only smile at her.

Then the baby piglin makes an excited squeak as he quickly taps on TSC’s legs. Then he points at the small group of large pig mobs. They look nearly identical to the baby pig mob in terms of clothes and appearance. One of them wears a golden chest plate.

Blue blinks in surprise as she stares at them. It honestly never crossed her mind that there would be society in netherworld.

“Huh. They even have these large hogs that carry the chests.” TSC observed. Blue glanced at her orange friend and looked back at the group of adult piglins- indeed, they did have the large hogs that have short black hair/mane on their back. Their tusks are bigger than piglins’ tusks!

TSC then kneeled down to the ground and leans over to the baby piglin.

“W̷̥̞̙̗̍̍̾̈́̒̎̀̇̕̚͠͝a̸̢̢͓͈̞̪̳̤̫̗̮͓͉̹̎̈̅̐̅̐̚ͅs̸̨̡̨̖̟͓̺̦͔͔̼͍̲͑́͛̾̇̏̎̑̕͜ ̸̢̧̢̛̛͍͓͖̘̲̭̤̺̹͔̳̝͇̗̍̏͆̉̈̋̾͌t̸̨͈̲͚̹͍̭̗̅̾̆̋̆͂̽͆̇͂͝h̶͎̮͆̓̑̍͌̂͋̇́̔̈̈́͘͜a̸̧̧̹̤̦͖͖͓̱̤̠͍̒̽̌͐̅͑̽͌̕ț̸̫̥̼͙̽̄̈́̊͗̐͛̑͝ ̶̢̤̳̰̪̰̟͎̤̺̘̬̤̼̽̀̆̃̆̏̚̕y̶̙̜͐̍̔̆͒͐̿̎̚o̸̢̧̨̠͍̹͙̖̘̜̺̿̋̊̇̈́͐͘̚͝u̸̢̢̢͓̗̺̬͈̝͔̭̜͑̇̈̑̃͜ŗ̸̨̛̝̘͚̖̫̝̯͈͍̼̟̩̇̃͛̓͛̂̊̒͒̈̾̇͋́̇͜͝ͅ ̵̢̡̢̫̱͔̘̭̻͇̯̺̑̾͑p̴̧̢͉͓̝͕̙̼͉͓͖̎̈́̾͛̀̇̂̀͛̚͘͝͠å̶̡̤͚̮͈͕̞̼̞͍̖̲͖̏̇̄̑̎̓́͒́̑̀̅͝c̸͖̹͕̼̠͚͖͉͓̗̉̐̇̅́͐͜͝ͅk̶̖̮͎̫̱̈̒̀̀̿̍̒̋̐̍͑͆͋́̕͝?̷̨̧̦͍̰̳͍̻̳̤̠̻̍̇͐̐̋͐̋̀͊̀͘͝͝ ̵̜̩̖̬̮͔̣͉̦̐̏̑̈́̿͒͑̑̍̄̓́͆͜͝”

The baby piglin looks up and eagerly nods at them. TSC can’t help but smile at his obvious excitement.

“W̵̻͍̞̘̗̫͖͉̫̫̗̳̳̯͇̦̃̅͛̀̐̾̊͒̿̀̑͐̿̐͛̚ờ̵̧̧̫̞̪̩̣̺̫̼̥̘͉̘̇̄̍̐̂͋͂͗̚ṇ̸̡͚̙̓̇́̏͑̐̆̅̂̈́́͑͐̋̾̚ḋ̷̡̛̘̣̥͔̘̥̙̮͎̮̯̗͇́͜͜ͅȩ̵̧͖̱̦̯̜͎̪̪̬̙̼͍̞͐̌̈́͗͆̔̿̆̒͗̑̀̀r̶̢͕̘̪̳͔͙͕͓̼̮͓̦̆͛̃͋͂͐̒̊͘f̶̡͙͔̟̜̥͚̏͗̒̾̑̕͜͜u̸͙͕̻̥̼̣̟̼̱̥̾̑̊̆͝ͅl̵̘̤̘͙̞̻̈́̑͝.̸̝̻̱͇̰͖̼̯͕͎̖̦̀̊ ̵̡̜͍̤̮̬̰̤̪̉͛͗͂͑̾̉͂̉̋̈́͊̔̚͝͝M̴̧̘͋̀̀̍̀͘͝i̵̭͍̿̈́͐͆̄̀͒̽n̶̛̻̜͓̤͈͙͓̗̗̩̤̰̲̝̔̇̽͊̀͆̊d̴͙̦̘͍̟͕͍̬͝ ̷̛̼̠̪͉̹͉͕̱͖́̀̽͂̾͊̇͗̅́̈́̌͘͜ī̵̡̘͕̱̩̺͖̞̜̋̽̅̇̐̆͌̊̄̓̏̌̇͛ṇ̴̗̬̙̠̣̩̳̰͕̮̣̘́̾̐͘ͅẗ̵͈̖͙͓͕̞͇͇͈͈̗̭̫̟͓̀͂͋͑͐͆̆̾͌̒̅̕͠ͅr̶̨̨̧̥̻̹̭͈̳̘͎̮̹̋̉̂̉̾̐̄͜ͅͅo̴͙͈̟̞̟͖̣͇̙̖̟͕̜̝͖̎͜ͅḑ̷̨̧̛̛̘̰̤̗͚̖̮̤͛͋͂̊͒̊̔̎͊̀͛̕͘͝u̸̡̡̎̂̀̈́́̌̄͌͗̅͊̊̒͋́͌̚c̶̡̛͎̙̜̗̗̖̬̊̈́̀̉̓̈̐̊́͘͝i̸̯̩̪͂n̴͔̯͉̠͓̦͕̒g̷̨̪͕̘̘̻̳̘̟̥̮̮͚͈̻͉͆̎̂͆͌ͅ ̵̛͉̝̻̙̬͚̖̮͚̣̘̞̃́̈́̽̄̈͂̅̿͊͊͆͒̃͝y̴̡̢̭͖̰̫̰̼͗͛̄̐́̊́̏̔͋̂̈́̔̽͠͝ó̷͎͍̥̩̗̗͖͕̭͇̖̉̈̋̏̑̈́́̎̐͋͘ų̸̡̨̱̫̩̱̥̙͕͍̈́͒̀̆̒̈́̅͋͐͗̈̄̈́̎̚͘͘r̵̛͓̝͉̎̅̎̿͆̄̓͠ͅ ̴̲͕̖̰͇͖̟͉̌̊͐͠p̶̧̢͔̙̬̫͕̭̲̤͇̙̌̐̀̃̕͠a̶͍̻̣̲̣̖̲̤̦̤͉͈̓͜c̶̨̧̜͔̟̥̥̠̖͕̦̟͈̃͋́̒̓̓̀̌͐̌̚̕͝͝ͅķ̶͕͉͙̕ ̸̡̨̨̙͙̙̊̌̾̀̐̈̈͘͠͝͠͠t̶̢͈͈̞̣̗̦͍̍͗̂͒̒̒͋̄̐̿́̂̿͑͘͜ǫ̸̥̗̜̠̕͜ͅ ̴̨̧̧͔̰̖̠̮̥̫͇̬̞̻͕̯̦̎̏͒͗̊͆̍̓͒̍͝ú̶̮̤̞̲̤͖͔̼̗̪̓̄̔̀͗̃̉̏̏͘̚͝͝͝͝ś̴͇̺̘͚͉̤̤̣͔͙̩̏̉͋͌͋͌̂̆͛́?̵̢̡̻̼͇͕̻̱͓̩̙̤̝̮̈́̾͝ͅ”

He once again nodded at them. Then he waved at his pack, letting out an excitedly squeak noise.

It made the adult piglins look up from what they’re doing and at the baby piglin.

The baby piglin made a sequence of squeak sounds and gestures as he explained to his pack. Occasionally he gestured to two stick figures.

Blue leans to TSC as they stands up from their kneeling position. “Do you think they would help us?”

TSC hummed as they patted on Blue’s head, earning them an elbow nudge. “Honestly, I have my doubts. But for the sake of it, I trust that he knows what to do. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?”

“He is a baby. A child. They might be able to understand us but they have a childlike mind.”

“…Alright.”

A hostile grunt grabbed their attention. The piglin in golden chest plate pointed a golden sword at them. Then along with three piglins, the golden chest piglin charged toward them.

“What the-?!” Blue exclaimed as TSC lets out a small growl. They take few steps and put their fists up as if they’re going to fight against the piglins.

Only to their surprise, the piglins ignored TSC and focused on Blue.

TSC looked back in surprise and confusion as Blue ended up running away from the hostile mobs.

As Blue runs from the piglins, she spotted the large peak of netherrack and she immediately went to hide behind the red rocky blocks.

She can hear the confused grunts from the piglins then the footsteps away from her hiding place. She lets out a relieved sigh before tensing up at another sets of footsteps.

“Blue?”

Blue immediately relaxed at the voice of the orange hollowhead figure. She then comes out of her hiding place and see that TSC is there, along with the baby piglin.

“Blue!” TSC said with a relieved smile. The baby piglin seemed to be happy to see her as well but then he looked down with a saddened expression. Then he looked up at TSC.

“Ḯ̷̟̙̗̼̒͗͘’̷̯͒͑̐̉̅̍m̵̼̺̼̊̃̎ ̸̼͉̼͖̖̟́͆͛̐̇͠s̸̡̙̺̥̟̱̑͋̾͛̂ǫ̴̯̰̌̄̍̃͊r̵̛̰̣̩̓̄́̇r̴̪̟̩̄̾͗͠ý̴̧̮̓́͐̐.̵̓̏̈́̾́̚ͅ ̵̥̗͍̳̔̈Î̸̡̘̺̅̈ ̶̥͍̏̀͒͛̂̚f̵̰͔̈́̇̿̍̃͜ò̶͔̭̈́͝r̴͓͛͜ġ̸̮͚̰̪e̴͔͇̘̬̖̼̿t̷̛̗̳̫̟̗̖̎ ̴̨̣̝̝̋̎̔t̵̰̭̤́h̸̫̾͆ą̷̞̙̒̄̔̈́̃͝t̷͓̭͚̻̿͛̿̌̈́͝ ̴̬̬͈̑t̸͈̹̾̆͋̄͌͠h̶̀̂ͅě̸̗̣͚̪ỳ̷̖̍̏̀ ̸͔̙̞͍̯́̈̆͜ą̸̛̠̩̗̟̹̀͗͠͝r̶͖͕̓͊̏̐́e̵̦̪͙͔͛ ̴̥̫̗̜͎͍̐̋̍h̸̫̖̜̱͓͉̉̃̀̏̚͝ó̸̢̮̙͉̮s̵͎̰̘̭̰̔͗͘̕ţ̸̺͓̹͙͂͋̍̀ḯ̸̳̃͂́́̐l̶͇̊̓̇͆͐͋ͅe̸̖̟̳̻͌́̍̅̚͜ ̸̤͆̎̕͝ṭ̴̿͝ǒ̷̢̡̼͕̼̭̓̆͠ ̸͍̫̰̕͝ţ̶̣̱͛ͅͅh̸͔͓̭͕̭̯̓̊́͑̀̇ę̷̌̄͒ ̸̬̞͔͑͌́p̷̓̀ͅé̵̲͉͆̀̍̋̚ọ̷̝̻̹͔̹́̈́̏p̶̺̤͖̀ľ̶̡̹͛̈͠ẹ̶͍̣̦́͒̀ ̷̬͚͚͖̏̀̒̍̕͠w̴̨̞̟̺͎̼̌͆͠h̸͇̾́̎̈́͒͘o̷̘̮͎͒ͅ ̷̞̫̬̰͈̎̃̿ḓ̶̛̮̖̳͉͋̕͠ǒ̴̟̭͓̬͛́̄̃͘n̶̙͖̂́’̶̠̮̇̓̉̈̕̕t̵̙͙̖̳͍̭̒͂͋̆͠͠ ̵̦͙̉̊w̷̼͉̞̮̝͛̎e̸̫̤͇̥̓ȃ̷̗̝̞̉̌̊̅̓ŗ̷͍̰͖͙́̍̓͝ͅ ̸͍̼̱̹͇̞̀́̆̒̀̃ģ̵̱̭̝̼͑͛͂o̵̫͆̈͐͛̕͝l̸̠̎͑̃̋͝͠ḋ̵̞͙͇̋͂̕̚e̴̛̘̤̘̟̲͔̽̈́́n̷̨̧̨͇̮̮̈́́̅ ̴̢̡̳̲̈́̋̿͐a̷͈͋̄̔̓̕r̸͈̺͔̫̟̜̀̆ḿ̶̲̒̀̇̋͒o̴̡̨̨̟̝̩͛͆̈́́̒́ȓ̷̳͎̞̚.̶̖͎̪̍͋̃͗̾”

TSC glanced down at the baby piglin.

“I̶̱̯͛͐t̴͕͇̪̹͉̟̎̎̋͂̚͝’̴̗̲͇̮͖̦̈́́š̷̮̥̙̂̽͒͊̓ ̴̪̬͕̱͒̿͂̅̉̽a̴̟̟͆͗l̷͖̻̉͌̿̂͂̇r̶̖͉͕̓͋̾͛̉̀i̸̡̡̞͇̙͈̓̊g̸̰͠h̴͇̗̞͉͒͒̒͝ṫ̸̹̈́͆,̶̡̺͇̜̍͠ͅ ̵̛̬̈̎̈l̸̻̰̖͙͖̄̈́̈́͑͘į̴̩̹̭̞͒͌ẗ̴̡̟͝t̷͔̖̮͂l̵̠̦̲̫̖̃͊̆̿͜e̷͕̊̚ ̴̧̤͍̩̳̔́̌̓o̷̢̞͕͐͂̓͊̅ͅn̶̤̐ͅe̶͓̿̿̋̀.̸͉̬̠͕̻̇̊̀ ̸̳̆̓́̽̊̅͜I̵͕͋t̴̛̩̯̳̝̫͉͠’̴͚̹̺̀̈́̋͒̄̇͜ŝ̸̗͗͊̚ ̷͍̇̀̕ͅn̶̛̹̹̞̒̇̈͊͠o̵͍̩̞̓̈́t̸͍̠͔͔͉̿̌̃̉͛͜͝ ̶̡͖̣̚y̵̲͙̮̻͒͛̾̋̚ȯ̴̝͉͓͎̤̤̾ủ̸̟͕̣̮̥ŗ̴̏̕ ̸̮̯̱͙̈́͗͑̚͝͝ͅf̵̩̪̗̞͊͌͌ä̵̰́u̸̱̿͊͛͆͘͜͜l̷̢͇͈̬̮̺͗̓̓̓͘t̵̤̻͓͉̳̩̊̋͛̕.̵̡̻̹̩͆̉̉̎̃”

TSC then looked at Blue. “Well, apparently these piglins are hostile towards the people, like you, who aren’t wearing golden armor.”

Blue sighed softly as she crossed her arms. “That explains why they are attacking at me.” She then smiled wryly at TSC. “I can guess that because you strongly resembled as an Enderman, they’re leaving you alone.”

TSC huffed in exasperation as they crossed their arms. “I never thought that my height would protect me from potential dangers.”

Blue snickers for a moment before frowning. “Well, now what? They won’t help us out because they’re very hostile towards me.”

TSC thoughtfully hummed before looking down at the baby piglin.

“Ṡ̴̡̡͔̹̺͍̹̗͓̼̮̟̉̔͛̆̚͝a̶̢̫̦̪͇͉͙̩̯͈̮̩͂̔͆̊̅́̇̉ỵ̶͐̌͑͒͗͛̓̋͛,̶̢̣̟͚̳͈̠̙̪͇͚̦̟̪̊̆̅̆̐̃͌͂̑̋̾̏̈͊͜ ̶͈͓̪̝̝̰͆̅̌͗̏̓̄̐̊͝ẉ̴̜̬͂̿͐̕o̸̻̼̞̘̎̌̍̾̎̀͌̎̍̄n̶̼̱̰͕̤̞͙̹͚̰̙͓̯̝̔̅͂̍̀̔̃̚͝’̶͍̲̩͕̯͔̓͋̐̇͋̚̕͠t̸͓̞̻̲͉̥̭̙̳̣̜̭̒̿͂̈̓̈́̃̉̓ ̴̞̱͋̇͂̐̍͆̀ỳ̶̺̤̠̙͖͓͖̻͖̭̜̗̃͑͒̾͘o̸̡͚̜̪̬͇̺̗͂̑͊̅̎̈́͑̈́͗̽̆͐̋̚͝͝u̷̡̨̡̼̪̮̯͓̺̬̬̳͖̥̘͔͚̾͝͝ ̴̫̽́̐̾̿͆̿ḧ̵̨̺͖͇̼̽̈̄á̴̦̗̙̮̹̠̼͎̠̺̤͙͓̣̮͓͌̔̌̏̀͝p̷̡̞̹̥͔̪̼͎̱̮̏̅̈́͌̀͛̊͗̚ͅp̶̲̖̳͓̣͎̗̗̹̩̼̗̗͚͚̙̤̀̽e̶͉̩͔͚̻̽̈̂n̵̥̞͎̼̗̳̰̗̙͓͎̼͉̞̬͎̈́̊̒̑̓̾̽̌̂͂͜͝ ̸̨̫̥̥̒͗̑̑̆͝ṱ̵͙͖͈͚̤͉͋ợ̵̢̧̢͙̳͍̳͖́͂͒͋̚̚͝ ̴̭͎͍̣̌̄̋͛͋͒̈́̉̀̋͛̈͐̕̚ͅh̵̨̩̫̥̰͕̩̻̘̻̰͔͋̄a̶̢͎͎̜͉̘̩̝̭̘͎̺̙̟̱̗͊̍͊̏̊͋̔̄̍̒̇͘͘͘͝ͅv̸̡̩̮̞͇̗̪̿̌́̈́̈́̿̓̈́̑̕͘̕͝͝ĕ̴̺͈̟̅̈́͒ ̶̢͍̞͕̰̣̖̹͕̪̈̔̌̉̏̋͒̍̏̀̓̇̓̈̇͜͠͠a̷̟̙͍̜̳̺̘̤̦̲͓̲̩̮̮͙̹̽̈́́̅̎͛̈́̐̉̈͝͝͝n̸̛̛̹̙̑̀̀̀́̈́̾̑͠y̵̨̧̨̦̞̹̣͓̖̺̭̠͖͇͊̓̽̈́̐̿̈̈́ ̵̧̨̗̳̙̲͙̰̻̣̰̳͉̳̗̀́͐̍̓́͝g̷̛̘͖̽̄͛́͑̊́̆͑̀̐ṓ̷̰̯͇̞͎̥̿͒͌̀͆̽̈́́͂͝ͅĺ̸̺͈̦̪̠͍̺͙͔͚̟͌͗͒̽̿̒̾̈͑͛̊̏̍̂͘d̴̤̊̆̄͑́́͛̽̈́̐̏ḙ̴̡̛̻̭͕̹̘͈͂n̸̼̙̜͎͎̘̑̿ͅ ̴̬̰̬̘̼͔͉̫͈͖̻͎̟̭͇̫̱̂̈̀̏̔̔͂̓͑̒ą̷͈͇͖͈̋̆̈́̀̍̀̿̾̓̃̀̈́̈̚̕͘͝r̵̨̘̖̲̙͇͔͈͍̲̊͑́͋̏̍̀ͅm̷̡͇̗̬̻̬̬̬̲̲̅̔̿̈́́͒̆̆̑͋̑̍̈̎̾̚ơ̴̞̌̓͗̈́̃̎̒͝r̶̛̯͍̂̎̇̈́́́̅̿̆͝ ̶̛̣̖̜̙̙͇̠̯̰̗̝̞̥͌̀͂͜͜͠ͅp̸̬͈͙̯̣̘̲͌̍̔͛̏̓̚͠i̷̮̔͊͊́̈́̓̏͊͛̍͂͛̓̕̕͝é̷̡̨̢͉̩̤̹̺̜̘̪̤̗̏̋̎́͛̀̀̐͐͋̏̈́̏̎͘͝ç̴̧̹̦̘̯̭̯̦̣̳̩̈́̂̾͗͋̉̀͠e̷̛̹̫͔̯͓̲̬̦͚͕͉̤̲̺̩͛̋̋̇̋s̴̢̬̬̫͓͎̠̙̘̬̝͔̓͒̈́̓̊̃̑̂̿͜͜ ̷̭͙͍̘̇̈́͊̓̓͗̃̐w̶̡̠͖̺̯͖̯͚̘̭̻͙̪̩͔̾̋͌̈́̃͆̂̉̔̍̄̒̈́͠ḯ̴̡̻͔͖̻͉̖͇̮̲̻̣̤̘̬́̾̈̂̈́͆̕͝t̵̪̦̱͍͈̘̫͈̿̏̇̌͑͛̑̅̋́̈́̈́̚͘͜͜h̶͚͖̗̯̦͚̓̉̉͛̎̿̄̈́̆̉̉̈́̋̍͘͜͠ ̸̪̦͎̫͕́̑́̃͆̾̊͛̉̃̍̈́̀͋̔͘̕y̴̯̠̞̥̥̠̻̖͇͈͉̍͊̏̌̍̃͜o̷̡̼̖͔͙̟̦͇̯͙̩͔̱̪̒̉̉͒̈́̋̊̓͊̄͛̈́͒͝͠͝u̴̧̠͎̦̩̗͉̤͔̖̤͎͛̌͊̄̓̐̃̌́͛͗̇̓̇̚͝͝ͅ?̶̦͔͒̒̚”

The baby piglin looks up at TSC in confusion before his face lightens up in understanding. Then he eagerly nods at them. Then he reaches in the satchel he carry with him.

Blue raises an eyebrow. “Second? What are you talking to the baby piglin about?”

Her question were answered by the baby piglin pull out a golden helmet, walked up to Blue and present it to her.

“…Huh.” She said as she takes the golden helmet from the baby piglin. She studied the helmet in her hands.

“Put it on.” Blue looked up at TSC. “Put it on, it would prevent the piglins from getting hostile towards you.” They advised as the baby piglin went back to TSC.

“Ah!” Blue said in understanding as she puts the helmet on.

TSC nods at her as the baby piglin begins to bouncing in his place.

“Let’s see if it works.” They say with a grin.

=================================

“Are you sure this would work?” Blue asked in a worried tone. “I know that the baby piglin says that they are normally hostile towards the people who don’t wear golden armor but are you positive that this would works?”

“And I thought I’m the most paranoid one here?” TSC smirked as they looked back at Blue. This time, they carried the baby piglin over their shoulders.

He squeaks to TSC in curiosity. TSC replied with-

“D̸͔̞̪̔͋́͊͘͝ō̵̝͙̘͆̆͂̔̒͘͘̚n̵̻͕̓͛͗͗̈͛̒͑̔̓̿̾̐̚̕͘͝ͅ’̸̡͙̩͎͚̼̫͇̫̦̞̾̌̃̋̈́̇͝t̴̛͙͋͌̐͌͌͐͂̃̓͗̄͠ ̵̧̛̖̞̖̱̯̖̯̞̘̰̭̠̲̯̙͂̃̉̑̈̂̊̒̕̕̚ẅ̴̡̟͉̣̜̰̼́̎̅̂̓̋́́̋̊̈͗̇̕͘ơ̷̡̼̞̞͙̤̼̻̠̱͇̹̯͓̰͚̂̍́͌͒̅̉̓̋̔̕͝r̸̜̙͙͖͛̓́r̶̜͇͓̰̫̩̠͙͙̪͍̱͐̄́͋̃̇͒̈́͋́̾́̃̕͝y̸̨͉̙̠̰͕̣̹̮̤̙̤̹̮͐́͂,̶̻̙̬̠̲͒͆̎̽̋̚͠ ̵̛͈̼̠͓͈̱͓̥͍͖̮̣͇͖̃̓̆ş̵̛͎̠̰̖͙̯̘͍̙̯̻̩͚̂̈́̓͊̀͛́̃̃́̕̕͠͝͝h̸̯͎̯͉̺̣̰̖́͗̾͋̾͒̀̌̾̒̌̑̓̚͜e̸͖̳͚̲͚̘̯̭̟͙͈͓͕̣̮͗̈́͐̇͋̔͛̍͜͠͠ͅ ̶̬̹̽̓̒̋͊̋̔̐͂͝i̵̧̥͖͍̣͓̯̳͚̪͙̖͚͈̬͈͊̿͊̌͋̓̍̍̔̂͑̚͜s̶̡̬̞̫̤̠͇̦̪͚̤̩̭̽̊̏̈́͑̊͋́͆̈́͜ ̷͙͇̹̦̪͚̬̈́̌́͂ͅv̷̧̯͚̣̫͒̕ȇ̵̢̨͔̖̖̼̣̰̤̲͖̌͋͝r̴̢̨̦͓̭͓̟̝͇̈́̎̐͗̕ỷ̷̪̥̠̻̹͍̳̬͕̓͑̈́̋̑͒̾̎́͘͜͜ ̷̡̧̛̯̮̳̠̪͇̜̣̜́͜ẅ̸̧̛͖͖͚͇̯͖̎̌̓̓̇̓̋̃ȯ̵̠̲̞̼͔̹͕͒̊̐͘ͅṙ̸̡̨̛̝̠̮̖͚̂̒͘̕͜͜͝ȑ̶̳̮i̶͔̇̓̓̂̈̈́̔̍̓́͜ḙ̶̹̘̱͉̬̱̖͓̖͓͉̘̿̄̏ͅd̸̢͕̳̩̮͍̾̽̎̿̓͒̽̾͒̂̀̄̈́͘͝ ̴̨̖͔̺͎̳̥̜̥̯͓̺͓͐̓̐̈́̄̀̈́́͛̋͑͠͠t̸̢̡̛͚͉̱̙̯͙͈͇̳̗̦̯̰͂̋͋̓͑ͅh̵̨̳̫̦͕͗̽̿̄͊̍́̆̋̽̌́͐̂̓͊͝ȁ̷̡͚̀̅t̴͕͕̖̙̩̫͍̭͔̣̫̎̄́̾͆͜ ̷̨̡̩͎̘͍͚̘̱̉̏͊͊͊̀͌͘͝i̷̢̥͙͎͙̍͆͝ẗ̸̹̮̗̞͚̞͚̭́ ̵̨̧̧̨̥͉̠̰̘̺͓͔͎͇̳̙͐̒͊͐̀͛̿͆̂̍w̴̡̗̦̖̙̪̱̒̀͆͌o̶̢͕̞̩͓͚͂͋́̌̂̅̎͝ͅň̴̨̪̟̮̫̥̆̈͑̽̆͒̓̿͛̕͠’̶̲̖̀t̵̛͔̗̰͉̩̲̭͚̟̍́̊̆̄ ̴̢̛̠̦̅̓̆̂w̷̠̭͇̗̭͓͙̾̂́̔̉͑̇͂̓̇͝o̸̱̩͓̗̲̺͂̂̂̍̃̃͗̈́̅͘r̶̢̡̧̧̮̩̖̘̳̞̟̞͊̎̇k̷̛̼̇̀̍̄͝.̷̟̮̜̞̟̝̺̩̘̖͖̦͉̓̈́̐̆͐͑̿͠͝”

The baby piglin hums and waved at her in a dismissive manner.

Blue frowns but eventually stays silent along the walk.

A minute later, Blue piped up; “Say, does the baby piglin have a name?”

TSC frowns and then tilted their head to look at the baby piglin.

“D̷̞͓͖͍̠͔̼̓̑̈́̉͛̒̔̊͑͆̒̾̎͘͘̚͠ͅį̸̢̛̛̗͇̦̻͇̗̓͊͆̇͛͊͐̆̈́̐͛̆̕͝͝d̷̢̨̮̙̠͔̜̺̼̈́́̃͂̈́̕ ̵̧̡̛̛̹̦̰͚̼̬̟̩̫̹͕̖͔͋͂͒̓͘͝w̵̡̛͎̗͔̹̖̯̗̜̋e̷̬̠̜̤͔̩̲̤͈͍̼̦̭͌͆͒̐͊ͅ ̷̧̦͕͔̠̘̝̫̻̝̤͌͜n̴̢̨̥̝͎͕̟̪̜̺̫̊͂́̂̿̎̂͗̓̈́͐͠e̶̫͚̣͗̄̈́̄̔̏̒͊͐̇̊͌̌͆v̴͓̤̞͇̓̆̉͊ȩ̶̝̫̻̣̠͇̦̤̻̋r̷̘̦͎͙̉̅̔̀̕ ̷̢̭̯̂̒̈́͌͆̓͐͆͆͆͗͗̍́̚͝͠a̶̡̼̝̗͍͈̮͕̘̩̣̬̰̹͑́̔̒͑́͒́͝s̴̢͉̼̝͉̫̟̲͙̭͖͖̹̲͝k̴̳̝̲̹͕̘̀̾̾́͋̏̍̎́͛̓̐̀̈̕͘ ̵̦̼͕͔́͋̓̿̅̊͋̾̄̈́̈́͝ͅÿ̵̧̡̨̯̟̻̻̭̺̪̯̰̟̲́͒̓̎͛̄̆͒̌ȯ̵̜͇͎̜̗̬̦͌̅͌̉́̈́̌̄͗̆̾͑̋͝͠͝ű̸̡̯̩̝͖̳̯̗̹̲̱̔̇͌̾ ̷̛͔̥̣̬̝̭̲̙̥̩̀͛̂̓́̃̓̈́͋f̴̨̧̧̠̩̖̯̭̟̱͓͐̿͒̐͆̊̐́̈̇̈̌̃̚͠ô̴̢̖̠̩͖̎̈́̽̑̓̌̑̏͐́͐̓̇̕͘̕ͅr̵̨̯̺̥̘͉̫̣̪̝͓̜͈̦̣̲͗̌̂̋͆̐͜ ̵̧̢͓̙̳̼̹͓̲̫̮̹͐͑̉̒̀̋̓̏̃̐͑͜͝͠y̶̨̩̫̫̦͙̠̬̼̟̹̰̗̦̘̩͍̆̏ŏ̸̠̙̹̼̩̜̈̔͘u̴̢̫̰͓͚̞̦͕͐̊̑̍̊̈͜͝r̵̡̭̜̼̈́͆͋͊̈́̃̉͛̂́̒ͅ ̵͔̫̪͖͔̩͕̫̫̿̃̇͆͊̊͛͐̕ͅn̷̺̗̙̬̪̖̬̫̞̳̟͑̈́̑̾͊̅͌̒̿͋̉̈́̎̀͆͘̚a̴͔̒̈́͊̐͛̈́͊̋̇͝͠m̷̧̪̫̺̖̼̣̖͖̩̎̇̈́́̓̀̈́͋̿́̈́̈́̕͠ȩ̴͓̟̰͈̗̜̗̺̜͈̝͓͚̙̓͝ͅ?̶͎̹̭̙̬̈́̄̾̈́͗̀́̈̈́͌̚ͅ ̵͓̹̻̏̚I̸̟͛͐͂͆̓f̸̱͚͇͉͍͈̍̈́̇́̽͆́͋̏̄̑̿͆͘̕ ̵̡̡͚̣̣̪̬͇̬͉̺̠̳̮̅̓͘̕y̶̨̩̙̺̼̮͚̝̌̔ơ̷̧̢͇̦̮̝̭͙͈̗͚̳̏̊͗̎ų̷͇̯̞̞̼̰͈̬͔̗͕̂́̿͑̈́̌̅̊̒̊̏̇̆́̕͠͝ ̷̡̢̛̺̭̼̝͕̩̜̹̥̪̩͖̓͋͗̈́͒͛̄͜h̷͔̙̥̑̇̐͆͂̂̌͋̆̋̅̉ạ̴̘͓͎̱̠̙̝̣̺͇̗͔̈́͗͆̌̓͛̀͐͋́͐̀̓̚͜͠͝v̴̧̡̢̨̻̠͔̹̙̰̺̖̭͈̰̠̐͂̽̍͒e̸̗̪̥͉̮̣̬̠͍̳͕̽͜͜ ̵̒̀̏̿��̢̨̡̙̬̝͇͓̭̪̞̟̇̇̎̀̆̈́̉̕͠ã̵̛̛̜̩̜̩̹̩̗̈́͑̈́̇̓̀̍̾̍̍͜͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢͇̱͙͎̫̲͓̰͗̋̉͒͊̄̇̀̚ͅņ̷̤͎̬̙̜̰͈̘͚͎̞̟͓͙̬͊͛̉͘a̷̯̱̠̻̠̞̺̱͆̈́͛̍̉̿̈̔͘ͅm̶̛͓͇͓̟̘̝͗̈́̈́̊͊͐̾̒̊͌̃̅́́͜͝ḙ̶̈́̈̓̀͐̆̈̀̅̈́̀̈́̉̒̇͠?̵̜̹̼̍̾̅͒͝”

The baby piglin squeaks in surprise.

“O̶̟̅̀̇̾̽̇h̷̗̞͚̱̳̙͉̭͉̦̭͕̹̖́̒̿̒̆̽̑͐̉͠!̸̨̞̞͖̫̭͈͇͈͓͒̔̔́̈́͊̓̈̂̈́̔͛̕͘̕͠ ̶̹͇̈̎͛͒̈́͛̀̅̋̂̏͗̀̚͠͠͝M̶̙̠̃̑̀̈́̓̔̏͑̿̐͘̚y̴̨͉̜̜̯̗̬̼̜̬̯̙͙̦̖̪͋ ̴̛̭̣͌̔̏́̋̓̽͂̽̚̚͝͝͝ͅn̵̨̛̻̦͇̫̝̗̫̈̀̆̈̑́̎̽̕a̸̗̘͈̤̍͗̚m̷̨͍͕͎̟͍͚͚̝̲̜̂̋̓̾̃͆͑͑͑̈́̇͛͜͝ė̴͇̳̲͊̓̋͑̚̚ ̵̧̨̲̰̪̱͉̺͆̌͌͆͗̽̓̑̀̋̑͂̅͘͠͝ǐ̴̧̞͓͚̘͔͔̯̬̰̌͒̐̀̌̔̃̽̐s̸͎͇̰̞̋̏̆̀̒͒̓ͅ ̷̢̡̦͙̺̭͎͙͔̥̙͖͗̄͂̃̑̀͒́̿̎̿͊͒͆ͅŖ̵̨͈̥͖̥̤̗̣̘̤͙͂̉́̔̒̈́h̷͖̱̙͓̙̲́̈́̀̐͌̈̈́̋̀̅̆̚͝͠ǫ̸̲̱̘͕̰͌̀̇̃͂̓̑̋̈́̈́̿̾̃́̓́̚n̸̡̧̰̯̞̗̫̣͍̝͚̥͔͍͚͆͒̎̄!̶̗͙͈͎̞͎̣̲͔͈̥̭̫̥͒́͜͝͠ͅ”

“Rhon, huh?” TSC mustered. Then they smiled.

“Y̴̧̛̭͕̙̹̗̲͉͔̥̣̣͕̲̰̤̌͐̉̊̆͑̈́̀̍̑̎̍̇͝͠ơ̸̢̡̰̖̺͚͙͙͖̤̝̝͔̾̉̀̐̂̿u̴̫͚͈̗͔͉̦̤̩̠̲̔̆͛̃̈́̄̿͒̋͘ͅ ̴̢̡͎̮̱͚͕͙̰͚̞͉̐̉̇̒̎̆̈́h̷̛̲̬̖̙͔̭́̆̈̋͂̉̑̅̊̈́̎͋̕̕̕͠à̴̧̨̨̭̜̮̱͉͔̤̲̥̙͔͔̻͇̉̂̐̒̓̇̈́͒v̴̧̛̳̣̼͔̹͖͇̠̼̞̜́̿͂̈́͒̌͜͜e̷̡̛͈̫̘̞̻̯͎̓̀̈̍̒̏̆̕̚ ̵̩̰̩̭̹͓̫̤͔͇̞̙̦̦̫͐̀̂͐̇̒͗͌̉͜͝ā̴̞̻̼̭̹̯̙̮͔͋̿͗̉̊͐̃͋̀͂̀͜͝ ̴̛̜͆́̂̏̕ͅn̶̨̡̩͍̙̳͔̠̖̭͙̬̳͈̙̠͐̊̾ͅḯ̸̢͙̜̰̮̯͐͌̾̍̓̕͝c̶̨̢͕͖͕̗̣̲͕̗͈̗̖̺̪͉͈̐̃͋̀̇̉́̉ę̸̢̹̩̬͍͓͕̝̖̩͚̱͔̬̼͙̓̉̀̍̽̍̂̿̋̉̏̃̚͠ ̵͚̫͇̗̮̜͎̝̠̓̈́̂̂̅͆̃͘͘͜n̵̮̅͌̎̈a̶̧͔̣̻̣͍̞͕͊̀̽̑̊̚͜m̴͇̠̦̖̫̯̘̩͇̀͛̊͑̓̌̈́͒̅͌̇͝͝ͅͅȩ̷̜̝͓̕͝.̵̲̑̽̋̑̽̄͝͝ ̴̥͇͚͋̀͂Ǐ̸̝̯̳̃̑̈́̊͐̇̈͂̀͑͂͝ͅ’̴̨̨̡̗͇͚̪̫̻̯̙̥͚̑͛͐͂̈̊̀̿̉͛̓̆̇̐̈͜͝͝m̶̧͇͔̜̰̮̻̠͙͕̞̞̭̱͓̭̈́̽́ͅ ̶̲̺̅͆̑͑̍̀́͊̈̍́͋̈́̕͝T̸̯͕͙̠̰͋̓̔̕h̶͉̃͝è̸̳͕̟̭͈̰́̂̓̐̋̎̇̕͝ ̸̛̪̂͐͋͗̑͌͂͌́͊̕͠͝Š̶̨͉̭͕̟̫̺̥̘͇̗͛̀͆̆͑̊̊̀͌͂͠͝e̶̩̦̟̭̩̖͉̞͎̘͇̞̻̠̗̞͘c̵̢̪̭̫̦͙̻̥̳͍͇̹̝̟͖̍̾̑̐́̈́́̽̑̈́͒̕ǫ̸̛̹̯̣̗͆̈́̄͑̔̓̀ͅn̸̢̧̳̹̥̠̺̣̣̰͕̭̩̮̮̞̣̿̀͠͠ḑ̴̧̢̛̳̠͕̘̯̝̦̥̃͂͂͑̈́̆͝͝ ̸͚̱̗͚́̊͑̑̿̆̑͝Ç̶̯̉̈̈́̒͌̀̔̓́͐͋͘͝ͅo̴̧̡̡̝͈͕͖̗̠̝̞̫̯̐͗̀̏̍ͅͅm̸̧͔̣̬̈́ī̸̡̢̪̩̮̣̥̘͇͎̩̣̱͍͕͔͙̒̽͛̓̀̐͑̈̾̆n̴̬̼͈̦̯̭̱̱̻̱̪͉̤̏͐̂̐̆͌́̿̃̆̊́̇̔̚͝ͅǵ̶̢̬͇̩̙̜̻̓̿̊̈́̎͑͗̈̈́ͅ.̸̧͙̞͉̗̯̲̼͉̼͕̬̳̠̥̙̲̄̐͂̓̀̊̓͆̕͝͠ ̷̛̻̭̺̯͆̊̓͆̓͋͊͌̆̒̈́̄̅̕͝Ÿ̴̨̢̮̹͙̮̦̝̩̝̭͕͕͔́́̄͆̿̑̊̈́́̐̈́̊͑o̶̧͓̥̹̠̰̗̬̘͑̓͗̌͑̀͋̃̂̈́́͌́̈̾̕͠u̶̧̢̢͍͎͓̔̃̈́̂͆̆̕͠͝ ̴͔̱͍͎̱͖̤͈̦̹͈̖͕̲̳̣̑̊ͅc̷̢̺̝̦̗͆̀̌̊̐͆̓̀̾̀͒́̾̅͠ͅa̷̭̫̜̣̼̍̍̇́͂̅n̶͕̼̻͔̬̝͍͇̲͚͓̖̻̫̜̠̤̓͑͋͗͘͝ ̵̛̠͙͚̞͗̈́̍̆̔̇͘̕̚̚͜c̴̡̨̞͓͕̬̥̤̺̣͔̗̼̲̬̓̈́̄̀̌̈́̓̑͝͝͝ă̸̪͔͓̮̭̇͋̓̾̅́̊͑̋̂́̉̔̀̕̚ļ̴͕͇̣̬̙͍͙͙͕͓̍ļ̵̻̤̘͈̥̟̥͕͍̞͈̻́̆͊͐͒̿̾͗̀͗͂̚̚͝͠ ̵̫̹͚̠̪̭̣̼͂͋̆͋̑̀̓̅̅̍͛͛̄͘m̵̡̞͙̦̠̦͕̞͔̮̈́͆̀̌͂̽́̑̈́̀̉̉̒͘͜ͅe̷̜͖͖͗̏̔̉́ ̴͍̀̂̆̇̊̐̓͘S̵̛̝͓̗̰̦̰̆̐̃̀͒͌͆̆ȩ̸̻͋c̴͖̖͔̫͂̑͂̇̓́́͌̌͜ö̸͍͍̜́̆̌̆̄̈̈́̊̎͗͜n̸̪̼̦̺̤̭̥̗̬̺̪̠̻͒̈́̈͗͗̎̈́́̈́̓̈́͒̅͋̋̐ͅͅḑ̶̪͇̣̤̑̌͒̈͊͐.̶̡̹̩̝͠”

Rhon happily squeaks and pats on TSC’s head, making them chuckle.

Blue watches at TSC and the baby piglin- Rhon’s interactions with a soft smile.

“Don’t take this in a wrong way, but Second… you would make a good parent.” Blue said as she looked ahead, completely missing TSC’s small green blush.

Suddenly Rhon squeaked in excitement as he began to climb down off TSC, causing them to flailing their arms a little. They then grab the baby piglin and puts him down.

He then squeaked and waved at the same piglin group. The adult piglins turned to see Rhon with TSC and Blue once again.

Rhon squeaked out and gestured to two stick figures.

The piglin mobs intensely stares at Blue, which began to fidget under their stares.

Then the piglins waves at them, one comes towards Blue and shakes their hands. Blue can’t help but smile at their hospitality. Then she notices that only one stays at their spot.

The piglin with golden chest armor suspiciously eyed at Blue’s helmet then at TSC.

Then they grunted out,

“Ä̷̟́̄̐̍͂͒͗̓͒͜͠r̶̰̘͌̌̃ȩ̶̡̙͕̲͍̲̙̬̺͓͓͇͙͗ͅ ̶͖͉̽̊͐͠y̴̢̳̥̺͙̼̹͊̿̀̓́̚o̶̡̰͈̤̗̾̀̉͆̇̀̿̃̍̍̕̚͜͝u̴̙͚̎͑͌͂̐̍̀̽́̒͌̈̕ ̶̨̬͖͍̩̲̜͙̎̿ş̸̢͓͈̙̻̠̞̱̫̥̅́͋̇̏̅̔͗̀̂̕͜͝u̸̞̠͌͌̕̕͜p̵̻̫̘̥̝͎͔̈́̃͝p̴͕̣͚̯̃̿̓͆̅̈̑̽̀ō̴̟̤̠̩̣̳̮̯͕͈͙͚͕̙̼̘̓̌͌̌͝š̴̡̡̯̻͇̭̥̼͇̲̠̪̻͓̥̈́́̽͛͐͆͠͝e̷͎̟̤̩̹̒̏͑̎̂̚ḋ̴̛̥̬́͑̐̓̈́̓̔͗̚̕͝͠ ̶̖͍͙̜͎̠͙̜͙͎̠̝͙̥͙̰͎̎̈́̒̿͐́̈́̑̃̇̆́t̷̩͚͓̻̜͔̼̮̓͋̆͆̆̈́̅̎͌͊ͅǫ̸̛̥̮̰̲͖̦̩̠͎͐͊̅̇̌̒̎̓́͂͝ ̴̟͙̱͖̺̹̝̼̽̊͜ͅb̴̢̟̠͈͓̪̬̫̟̥̉̔́̀̎e̴͖̎͑̍̓̍̊̃͗͐͋͐͌̇͠ ̴̡̧̘̻̱̝̪͉̈́̇̔͆̈́͗̑͌̆͛̑̀̚̕a̷̧̨̛̠̻̙͕̰͎͚͔̿́̑̏̿̑̿̄̎̚n̴̡͓̥͖̊̓̿̎̓̇̐̾̓̕͝͠͝͝ ̷͕̘̔͒̔͗̍̽̑̿́̏̓̕͠͠͠E̴͙̮̞̫̠͕̝̖̙̻͓̱̠̒̌̇͊̏̓̍͑̏̔̈́̂͘̚͜͝ņ̸̞̞̦̩̥̩̦͍̘̊̌͒̈́͂̑̈́̑̂̑͐̀́͝͝d̷̨̦̰̳͖̜̺̠̘͚̤̟͓̊̉̓e̷̢̟̪̦̪̥͙̰̙͎̺̪̱̱͚̿̃̾̆̇̔͘̕r̵̡̛͉͙̻̹͓̟͍̮̮̝̹͌̌͂́̃͐̋̔m̶̛͍͙̝͙̞͎̭̤̳͉̣͕͚̗͈͙͚̈̀̄̏̒̊͊͗͆͂͋͂̎̊̍a̴̧̰̩͓̣̺̯̤͔͉̺̫̽̒͒͑̋̚̚n̴̡͈̙͔̝̘̘̙͑̃̐͒̒̉?̷̨̗̳̪͚̻̱͓̼͚͖̓̉́̈̾̃͂̽̎̕͜”

TSC blinks in surprise as they look at the piglin with golden chest armor.

“…̴̧̢̰̣̱̫̻̦̞̙̏̉͐̑̀͝͝͝Ȳ̶̨̥̘͕̙͎͇͔̱̫͚̻̩͗́̆ē̸̻̱͔̯̰̘̣̼̓̃̈́͜s̴̲̖͗̒͌͌́́̆̃̈́̿.̴̛̳̣̓̒̾ ̷̨̨̫̲̹̘͉̯̼̰̺̦̠̈́͐̄͒̇͜͝͝I̷̢̨̡̢̝͙͔͖̠͙͉̱̰̙̣̍̾̍͐̋͂̽ ̴̝͚̥̲̺͎̼͈̖̼̩͈̈́͌̓̈́̿̽̏͜͠ã̸̦̪̟̬̖̥̳̣̖̼̱̜̜́̐̋͆̀͗͌͒̕m̶̧̛͓̖̥͂̌̇̌͂͆̀͆͌̾͐̂͝.̶̛̘̻̠͔̙̣̮̯̭̼̅̽̎̏͛̾̓̑̀̈́͜” They then gestured towards the piglin with golden chest armor.

“Ẅ̸̨̧̯̞̣̺̞͔͓̦̳̳́̓͐̀͂́̍̎̇͂̐͐̇̀̚͝ͅḩ̸̨͉̣̹͙̩͇͍̥̣̥̖̱̞̓̋͗̓͌́̔̃́͂̐͒̾͠͝͠ǭ̷̛͍̟̥̖̟̦̄̋̏̓̀̔͂ ̷͉̩̜̝̩͕̲̫̩́̿̈́́͌͌͊̓̓̀̉̈́͠ã̷̱̭͍̄͂r̴̨̢̢͕̱̮̯͙̦̩͔͎̥̜͙̫͔͂̈̄̃͑̒́͒͊́̚̕̚͝ȅ̴̡̯͉̝̩͍̯̥̜̟̫̊̐͑͗̓͘ ̵̛̠̹̫̙̯͓̟̫̜̤̋͑͛̃̓̇̈́͋̊̔̅̕̕ͅy̶̙̝͇͇̞̮͚͔̞͚͎͊̈͋̇̐̀͐̌͘̚̚͝͠͝ō̸̧̜̞̪͖̪̖̂̒̍̑u̶̠̙̠͉̳̲̰̺͖͇͕̭̭͍̘̙̓̏̌͊̉͛̽͑͊͘͝?̶̡̡̢̧̰̞̭̬̲̝͇͔̲̱̀͑͒̀̅̍̍̄͑͜ ̶̢̥̪̞͍̹̩̳͈̃̈̕͜ͅĂ̸̛̻̮͍͇̹͎̱͈̲̜̮̖͗̏̌̽ŗ̸̬̬̗̹̳̤̳͕̭̬͚̺̳̖͙̪͋̋̀̑̔̇̓́͗̓͑̎̄̔͝e̶̢̻͕̺̠̭͉̠̩̿̃͐͒̍̐͂̑̔̚̚͜ͅ ̶̛̲̬͕̱̙̹͈̰͔͇̙̥͍̇͐͛̄͐̉̚͠ý̴̼̔ö̵̧͇͚̤̺͈̣́̉u̴̢̡͍̲͚̼̻̥̠̖͔̿̊̆̒̇͜ ̸̧̡̡͈̗̩̲̣̱̭̯̱̭͊́̕t̵̨̥̯̜͖̱͎̖̦̼̯̣̹̖̘̂͂͛̉͂́̇̿͜͝h̵̨̛͇͓̣̹̺̦̪̟̥͎̽̆̊́͂̍̒̌͑̋̿̕͝ͅͅe̷͖̩͈̪͈͎̓̊͌ ̴̨̬̩̗̩̮̋̈̽̊́̈́̚̕͝l̷̻͙̙̮͕̼̏͆̈́̌̓͊͂͗̎̿͌̐͊́̚ẻ̷̯͇̞͙̦̠͚̮͖̫̺͔̥̩̼͂̑̉̋̅̇̃͗̋̿̈̓́̓͝͠ͅa̵͇̍͘ḑ̶̩͓̗̤͙̜͍̣̞͈̮̇̄̏̎̆́̓̅̓ȩ̶̺͙̣͈͙͇̤̞̖̥̝̙̻̭̐̌̈̔͗̒̆̌͆͒̄͒̍r̸̺͍̓͑̎̓̿͑̅ ̴̫͙͚̦̬̻̱̪̤̥͎̌ộ̸͈̬̯̻̠̫̠̦̜͍̐́̅̌͗̆͌̈f̵̧̞͚̟̣̯̹͙͙̱͚͉̝̻̤̂̈́͆̀̎͊̋̕ͅ ̷̛̘̫̪̤̯̦̙͎̙͉̥̟̘̃̀̄̒́͗̎̿̏̄̔̚͝ͅͅͅt̴̤͖̭̩̬͓͈̦͕͍̗̉̈́̈̋̔̀͑͜͝͠͝h̵̙͉̮̘̾̈́͗͌̏̀̀͆̽̉̽̔͊͛̚͘͜͝ȉ̴͇̹̱̝̰͓͈̟̤̲͇̠̟̹̜͇s̶̢̛̜̮̣͔̞̝͙̮̎̓͆̿̋̃̇̈́̓͠ ̴̤̞̦̒̃͜ģ̷͔̱̂̌͆̌̈́̇͑̀͑̽̀̀̎̚̚̚r̴̳͉͇̝̣̗̓͗̏̓̉̆̃̉͛̓̊͠o̶̗̖͙̼̜̣͙͉̰̫̪͕̮̠͓̭̲̾̒̑̾̽̑u̵̟̟͐́̀̓̇̾̎͝p̴̨̖͎̥͛?̵̛̤͎̱̗̪̜̰̩̗̰̣̖͙̼̣̖̣́̽͒̑̔͌͐̈̐̃͛͛͛̾̚”

The piglin with golden chest armor grunted, then stood up and walked toward TSC. Then they sticks their hoofed hand to TSC.

“Ì̵̡̥̹̘̜͇̪̺̩͚͎̟̆̓͑̀̋́͘ ̷̪̭̞̂̀̏͐͂̅̎̈́̽̎̆̈́̽̋̍̅̌a̵̡̟̺̹̻̣͕͈̙͕͎̽̎̄͐̃̋̾̋̑̍̽m̸̜̟̤̏͜ ̸̡̺͓̤̯̂̋̑͑̀̋͐̑̆͆̄̈́̓̕H̸͙̬͓̮͕̩͉̫̪̽͗̽̏̊̀̿͋͘̚͘̚͝o̷͈̭̤̤̗̳͔͉̬͋͐̄̂̇̑͋͘̚͠ĺ̶̠̭̜̳͍̀͛͝f̸̧̡̼̜̻̤̮̹̰̒̆̌́̀ͅͅṙ̴͕́͊̈̍̊̾̆͛̀̇̊͒a̵̛̯̺͍̭̣̬̮̫̫̗͂̈̅͐̿̎̇̾͗̔̓̓͜͝g̵̨̨̨̛̛̫̪͔͈̟̭̩̝̐͋̋̋̇͒̚͝.̷͇̯̩͊̀̾̓̍̊̽̓͗ ̵̰̥̋͒͊̈́̔̓͐̔͋̎̆̆̀͝I̴̠͕̝̺̫͓̰͖̲̖͊̆̄̎̑͑͂̈̏̈͜ͅ’̵̻̟̞̜͚̲̱̑̀͑̃͊̀̓͂̄̊̎̉́͘̕m̶̡̨̠̥̦͖̞̯̠̬̭͚̗̙̭͖͆̀͐͗̐̀̓̓́ ̴̬̀̌͗͝t̵̨̛͙͙̤̖͂͐͂̓̌̓̕̕͘̚͝ͅh̵̳̹͈̱̪͓̭̭̥͒͛͑́̆ę̴̭̼̤̦̻͑͆̈́̿̆̚ ̸̛̥̣̼̪̙̼̗͔͙͕̺̿̂́̄͑͘͘͝͠͝͝ĉ̵̢̧̛̛̙̖̥͎͎͖̾͛͛̆̐͒̐̋͗͜ȃ̸̧̤̖̪̦͓͙͎͚̱̲͍̓͂̎̾͜p̷̢̟̺̝̖͍͚̬͙̑͘ͅẗ̸̩̭͇̟̺̭̞͚́̾̈̔̋à̴͔̀͌̓i̴̖̲̯͍̼̠̭̳̻̰̣̭͉͔̓̃́̋̃̆̅͐͒͊̕͝͝ͅn̶̡͙͇͉͍͊̓̅̋̎̒̈́͆̃͆̋̀̕̕͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̛̘̪͈͕̗̬̗̋͒͌́̓͋̒̀͜͜o̶̢̺̹̦̞͌ͅf̶̫̰͈̙̞͚̮̣̼͎̟͔̼̉́̔͜ ̴͕̘͍̥̥̪͌̔̓̀̾̈̓̾̀̐̇͗̅͠T̵̩̪̗̹̘̩͙͔̈́̄̊̿͐͊̃̆̓̚̕̚̚ḧ̵̘̘̦͕̫͎͖̘̱͍̩͚̯̪̙́̾̆̈̈̄͆͛̋̎̍̌̄͜͠ę̵̢̛̗̩̬̬͖̖̯̯̼͕̗̺̜̻͔̏͐̊͑͗̽̑͐̆̆̽̕͝ ̴̢̛͉̥͈͍̤̮̐͠P̴̺̣̰͎̮͕͈̼̬̞̯̠̻̪̫̿͗͌̐̅͛í̸̜͚̝̙͓͈͌̀̽g̷̨̧͚̖̺̮͚͈̖͖͙̣̝̠͍̋̂̒̒͌͌̽͂̆̒̀̓̓͂͜͠l̴̛̝̞̻͔̜͗͗̑̊̍͋ḭ̸̡̛̲̲̦͔̭̭͂͆̋̈́͐͝ͅn̷̛̛̺̳̩̥̜͖̠̱͍͔̣͙̬̘̔̀̈́̽͂̌̆̑̔̕͝ͅ ̴̛̛̛̙̼̫̰̆̿̾͗̎͊̂̽̏̕̚͜͜Ś̵̙̩̣̟̉́̽̿̋̅̅̀̃͒̃̿ͅq̵̡̬̜̜̠̗̦̼͍͎͋͗͛͗̆̋͐̉̑͐͌͊̿͆̏͜u̴̧̧̙̻̜͖͚̞̦̤̯̞̪̪͋́̈͌̓͗̓͐̄̓̋͜a̶̢̹͖̖̬̞͔̱̜̯͇̼̗̫̟̝̍̀̈́̓̌̏͑̾̽̍̚d̶̲̼̦̪̒̀͊̓̄͝r̸̡͉̼̹͎̭̻̩̩̓̅͜ͅớ̴̢̖͇̰̳̝͓͎̣̪̉̃͂̃̍̈́̈́̓͘͝͝n̶̨̡͍͍̲͓̰͙̣̯̜̈́.̴̨͗̈́͂̈́͋̀́̇̊̚”

TSC hummed. “Holfrag, eh?” They then grabbed Holfrag’s hoofed hand and shakes it.

“Ǐ̵̛̩̘̠̳̝͓̬̫̖̭̓͌̾̾́́̈́̀̿̇͛͗͋̌̚ ̵̈́̓̄̃̈́̏̃̐͑̍̔̊̄͜͝á̸̻̤͖̒̓̀͋͌́̔́̾̈́̉̕͠͝͠m̷̯̲̟̰̰̹̼͉͔̩͐́͒͒̆̾͛͆̈́̄͘̕͝ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̼͍̱͉̊̍̀͐̏̔̈͌͠Ť̸͇̠̊͐͛̈́̈́̾̓͌̿͌̓͑̐͘͝͝h̷͚͎̄̽̆̀͊̎͌͛̀̽͘͠e̶̛̛̘̰̥̔͊͌̆̐̒͒̎͒͑̚͝͠ ̴̢̛̪̈́͊̊̂̓͗̍̇̈́̈́̀̃̚͘͝͠S̶̢̧̢̼̳̜͖͔͖̀̑̓̅̽̑̅̉͗̋͂̅͘̚͘̚͝e̴̘̙̠̩̜̗̻͊̓͊̏́̽̓̋̿̃̾̃́̃͊̀ç̶̯̘̤̯̼͉̝͙̗͈͍̪̦̭̋̀̆͆̐͗̑̃̀̉͘͜ͅȍ̸̢̹͉̥̉̓̓̂̏͋̏̈͝͝ͅn̸̖̗͖̖͈͋͂̈̏̒͑͊̆̇͗̿̿̕͝ḓ̵̡̢̩͍̭͇̻͖̥̺̤̖͙̱̭͖̍́̇͊̏͝ ̸̨̙̼̪̦̺̮̟̻̹̻͎̰͎̪͈̎̈́̋̀̊͊͑̄͘ͅÇ̶̭̟̰̳̯̯͖̼̟͓̊͑̈́͌̔͛̒͛̊́̈́̈́͑̚̕o̷̡̗̖̗̐̌̏̄̌m̵̝̳̤̰̗̳͙̉̊̉̈́̐͘͜͜ͅǐ̴̗͕̬͖̼̖̺̤͌͌̈́̋̋̌̅̎̆̋͂̕n̴̨̰͇̼̺͔͚͚̬͎͙͉̜̱͐̐͆͗͋͛̓̔͝ģ̷̧̡̡̮̥̖̩̮̗̮̳͐̉̌̓̾̈̆̅͛̉̉̆̐͘̚.̵̛͍͕̹̗͈͔͙̙̹̤̂̿͆͌̒̌̾̍̕͜͠ͅ ̶̡̛̬͉̺̻̰͍̬̘̻̭̘̯̅̂͐̑͐̃̊̉̚͜͝Y̴̭̥͉͎̫̖͚̮̖̥̆̈̿͛̅͛̕ͅͅͅơ̴̛̖̦̗̘̤̹̥̱͎͍̙̥̔͒͆͑͌̾̑̆̀́͘͠͝u̶̫̗̖̼͙͍̥̅͌̄̇̕ ̶̢͎̯̮͖̣͕̀͆͗m̷̱̜͋͒̊̅͗̀̌̇̍̎̈̔̏̕͝ḁ̸̡̯̮̣̪̜͇̯͎̱͐͌̇̊̾̅̈̾̇͝͠ͅẙ̵̡̛̬͍̣̱̓̾̓̔̍̈́̌̊́́̂͊̕͝ͅ ̸̧̜̰͉͛̀̓̑̽̅̃̈̑̏͋̕͘ç̶̧͓̹͍͒̏̽͐͜͝a̸̺̻̻̺͎̝̟͊̅̿̾̾̍̂̾́̆̿̀̍͠l̷̨̡̖̺̙̹̹̭̯͍̪̄̓͂͊̍͗̉̇̎̅̀͜ͅl̶̛͚̼̰̪̟̹͎̹͓͇͊̌̉͆̓̚ ̵͙̯̩͐̏̃̓͗̾͠m̵̡̳̺͎̻͖̳̺̗̜̖͈̘͙͌̒̉͂̉͑̚é̸̛͙̙͚͓̫̆ ̶̧̢̺̙͉̻͓͔̯̳͔͙̆̅̂̊́̅͑̅̈̎͠͝S̷̢̛̛̤̘̹̿̉̍̐̒̇͋̐̕ȩ̸̘͍͇̩͔̩͙̲̭̻̠̺͍̪̒̀̆c̵̤͙̄̋͒͗͂͛̊̿͗̓͊̄̕̕̚͝͝õ̵̧͍̃̎n̵̢̻̱̭̙͇͓̻̮̫̖͉͗ď̷̡̻̯̱̗͎̬͍.̵̧̛̝͈̙̝̥̅̇̉̾̈́̆̈́̔̌̍̈̚͘͘͝”

Holfrag nodded to him. Then he looked at Blue.

“W̶͙̗̤̲̱̲̉͑̓͗̐͂̑̽̅͒͒̎̃͛̕͠ḧ̴̩́̊̌̅̄ą̶̛̛̦̭̻̜̒̂̋̀͆́͒̄̒̃͋̽̚͠͝ţ̵̟́̀̃̈́͗̐ ̶̧̧̬̰̩̩̰̙̳̻̪̣͍̗͙͑̋́̓͐̾̅̔̓̀̀͑͊̊͗̓̕ͅa̵͍̯̓̎͆̓̍̍͛͘͝r̸̡̛̙͎͎̓̒̔͌̌͆̈́̆̃͗̏è̶̛̱̺̟͙̘̈͑͒͌̔̿̈́̐̚̕͝ ̷̬̤͎͔̫̼̱̩̰̰̻͚̇̓y̴̮̼͈̱̞̓͆̏͌̑ọ̴̡̦̝͖̙̺͈͚̥͙̬̱̗̖͛͋̒́͛́̆̔̍̿̓͛̚͜͠ͅü̴̫̘̹̩̠̯̇̌̈́̄̑̀̔̑͛̇͘ ̸̨̨̛̥͍̅̏̀̄̎̑̿̉͗̐̔͛̔͗ţ̵̦̠̠̩͉̹̔́̓͛̍̀̇̆͐̽̅͆̂͝w̶̨͖̝͎̥͔̬̘̬͓͍̍̄͌̚ͅó̴̢̡̤͓͎̼̱̃̎̿͋͘͠ ̷̨̢̛̼͕̯͔̞̑̔́͛̄͘͠͝͝ͅͅd̸͍̻͙̼̭̳̥̗͕͈͈̋̿̆͠o̸̧͚̘͕̦̫̟̤̖̱͉̓̒̐̀͐̉͊́̆͌͊̍̓̇͘̕͠i̴̢̨̼̘̼̻̺̠̣̟̥̟͎̎̌̇͜ͅn̵̻̭͖̉̈̒̓̀̾̏͑̀̃̏̚͜ģ̸̧̠̻̱̙̝͇͚̰̦̟̟̇̀̊͂́́͛̊̅̍̍̋̚͜͝ͅ ̷̺̩̞̇͒̈́̐̌̍̅̕͜͝͝h̸̨̛̗̬̯͎͗̑͗̾̈̊̽̒̏͆͑̈́͝͝e̸̛̛͇͑͑̋͗̎̔̕͝r̸͉͓͎̩̓̂̓̏̀e̶̢̤̣̬͇̤͎̗̹̪̍?̶͍͆͋͛̈́͒̆̉̅̀͛̐͘͠͠”

TSC turned to Blue and beckoned at her. “This is Holfrag. He is the captain of the Piglin Squadron.” They said as Blue walked to TSC.

She nervously waved at Holfrag. “He can speaks Ender language as well?”

TSC nods to her and turns to Holfrag.

“T̶̨̝̣̺̠̯͔͈̮̯̥͂̈̔̆̂̍͛̒̈́̍͐ͅĥ̴̹͎̞͉̯͓̞̮̟̮̭͖̪̤̄̈͑͜i̴̪̥̞̺͑̏̀̈̉ͅs̷̡̨̨̨̬͔͈̠̱͕̖̱̱͈̻̯̟͑̈́͊̄͒̑͊̂̏̄͗̕ ̷̧͍̣̻̻̹̟̲̰̝̝͙̀̅̈̔̏̍̊̉͗͝͠͠ḯ̴̧̤̻͎͍̬͍̝͈̮̰̠̬̲̈̾͐̂̄̈́̓̒̀̃͌͜s̴̳͉͎̱̰̹̃̓͊̒̐̐̋̄͑̅͘ ̶̧̘͈̮̝̤̹̗̾͆̒̾̅̌̾̏ͅB̵̨̘̠͍̗̗̀l̶̦͖̲̐̊̃̉͗ų̸̛̲͙͐́͊͒͛̊̇͒̾̎̇̋͋̅͋͝ͅȩ̴̢̨̞̯̻̰̜͖̦̩̰͗̈́̋̀̆̊͒̿ͅ.̷̨̭̰̲̻͉̪͔̜͍̙̞̥̰͇̣̊̈́̒́͑̿̆̀̓̍̊̐͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛͖͉͔̼̠̗̗̣͇̫̹̟͂̾̉̀͐͒̕͜͝S̶̛͇̩̣̹̱͓̠̯̖̪͖̼̗̝̼̰̬̋͆̆̿̀̽̓̅̽̆̽̀̓͝h̴̨̼̗̲̬̦͎̹̺̱̀ͅe̵͇̠̥̼̬̺̲̤̊̂̕͝ ̵̮͈̥̗̟͖͎̬͓̓̇̽̈́̿́͘i̵̱̝̘̲͖͔̹͖̍͗̔̉̔̑́̌̚͠͠s̶̡̨̛̟͇̰͔͇͛̑̓̅͘ ̷̡̢̫̯̹̫̬̳̖̲͕̲̜͖͚͕̑͌̐̊̑̊̀̕̚̚m̶̢̼̮͍̺͚̞̗̥̀̽̓́̉́̊͒̀̍̂̾͘̕͜͝y̷̛̰̻̳̠͔̟͍͉̩͚̋͛̊̃̃̾͑̈́̕͝ ̴̨̙̬͖͙̫͎̝̲̰͙̓̒̈́͛͛̂̀́̓͆̊̌̕͝f̵̢͓̝̼̣̣̩̣͔̜͆̍̈́́͂̈́͘ͅͅr̸̘̪̬͂̊̑̈̔̓̔͌̈ḯ̷̖̱̠̼̘̯̗̤̳̦̦̰̖̙́̄̒͊̃̑̉́̅̒̊͘ͅę̵̺͎̠͚̹̦̥̟̠̺̲͕̭̓̆̓̿̈̇̾̾͝n̵̛̰͊̋̇̆̂̄̄̊̓̆͛̃́́͘ḑ̶̢̜͚̞͖̺̮͗͛͋̀͗̏̔̇͑̆͝ͅͅ.̴̡͍̤̝̘̯̼̻̱̗̫͙͈̟̻͖͆̄̎̈́̅͆͐̋͗͒͘͘͠”

They then nudged at Blue and held a clawed hand out. Blue looked at TSC’s hand and pulled out the paper of nether warts she drawn before they entered into the Netherworld.

TSC then hold the paper up so Holfrag can see it.

“Ẇ̷̘̼̻̽̅e̷̗͎͕̙̺̎͆͒̌̀͝ͅ ̶̦͍̤̗̜̙̂a̴̻̱̾̉c̸̮̮̖̱̮̝̓̉͝t̴̠̘͊̉̿̈́̀͜͠ư̸͖͇̓̓̚ą̶̡̡̦̝̯͒̊̉͋̂̆l̷͆��̲̥͔̰̐̏̀ĺ̵̖̤͔y̶̰̺͖̗͆̍͑ ̸͙̟̙̘̘̈́̉̓͂̕c̵̘̼͊̾̍o̶͕̺̒̓m̷̧̼̤͑͑̇͜ͅȇ̷̟̖̀̄̈́ ̴̛̛̩̼̟̥̌̈́̉͑t̸̨͋h̶̖̻̠͎̉r̸̦͇̝̗̙̠̓̈́ő̸̘͒̂̆ư̷͔̤̈́̆̓͊̄ͅǵ̶̢͓̲̩͕̆̓ḧ̸͓̫̈́̿ ̸̞̝̜͓͆̔͛͂͘͝ṱ̵̛͉̃͛̈́͗͠ĥ̶̯̪͖̥́̈́͊͊͆e̴͙͓̺͒̋̒͒ ̵̤͉͉̘͌͊̍͑̋̕͜n̶͔̝̗̰͓̏̑̈͑͆͆͜e̴̙̺̭̒t̶͓̮̜͕̮̞̓͌͒͗h̸̥̞̦̆͗͘ȇ̵͍͕̤̥̣̦̎r̸̢̧̢̲̩͈̓̈́̂ ̷͚̖̤͗̕̕̚p̸̖̂̊ő̵̢̪̙̗̈̂͛̈r̵̥͙̥͖̀́̿̋̆t̴̢͈̫̘́͗̋̽ą̵̹̲͎̝̋̉̋́͑͝l̴̞͉̪͑ ̷͔̘̜̽͂́̃î̵̹̣̥͚͐͛n̵̡̛̥̦͇̺͍͂͊̈́̓̃ ̷͖̦̃̋́a̴̞͐ ̶̡͓̝͉̏̓̈́́̇͂s̷̝̼͕̼̩̅̈́̆̋͝ͅḛ̵̡̘̓̏̒̅̋͛a̷̠̠͙͑͊̒̓̎̚r̸̳̰̠̻̦̻͂̈́c̵͕̱̻̪̮̽́̈́̂̋̃h̶̦̰̟̱̉͗̊̃͘ ̴̫͛̂ḟ̸͍̯̣̟͕̀̓̏̀ö̷͇͖̻́͛̽ͅȓ̶̠͖ ̷͙̰̂̂̀̀́Ṉ̸̫̉̽e̶̻̩̦̓̊t̴̖̬̤̅͐̿̈́̽̈h̵̲̜̜̰̍̉͒̇̈́̕e̸̲̦̋̓̀̂̒r̵͔̙͕͎̍̆̿̔̀͂ ̶̢̧͇͔͆͐̀w̴̱̰͙͓̼͗͑͜a̶͙͎͕̔̅̓͜͜ͅŕ̴͓̖̟̱t̵͈̥͔͚̄̒̏̆͒͘ͅs̷̛̗̯̟̺̘̠̄͂̒͆͝.̸̟͓̤̄̒̊̋͜ ̷̢̫͎̤͆̃̃́̇͊ͅ”

Holfrag looks at the paper of crudely drawn nether warts.

“R̶̥̘̘̪̞̍̓̋̕͘͝͝͝ͅh̴͖̣̗̬̩̰͈̱̹̣̲̩̰̃̇͐͑̈́̆̊̃̕̕ó̶̡̞̻̩̦̺̟̦̱̏̒͒̅̆̓̌͒͆͝n̷̡͎̠͈͈̘͔̟̥͓̣͓̏̐͐̊̆̉̆̀̑͌̚ ̴͙͖͖͓̖̼̄̐̂̈́͂̆͆͘ͅͅh̷̪̠̗̺̪̾̏̾͑͑̈́̊͗̑̒̍̈́̕e̸̫̺̥̤͎̍͑̅̈̂͂̂̄͘͠r̸̹̟̤̦͈̮̮̥͖̺̮̀͐̑͜͝e̶̡̼̘͂͐̀̇̇̏͌̓̈́̾͛́̌ ̴̡̢̨̛̲͕̖͍̬̭̠͇̩͚̝̀̇̏͋̎̓̒̂̃̾̈́̀̇̎͝͝t̴̨̡̢͙̠̲̫̜̘̫̪͓͓̜̯̍͌͐̌̓͘e̷̩̹̫̻̳̼͉͕̟͒l̸̟͗̀̐̋̽̈͗͗̂̌̄̓͆͂̂̐̀l̶̢̛̞͙̫̣͔̩̮̥̱̳̙̠͈̖̹̅̓͒̐̄̑̂̈́̅́̐͝s̵͇̯͙̼͉͉͕͉̪̖̗͍͖̲̾̈̀́̄̽̋̋͘͝ ̵̧̡̧͖̠̭̤͔͖̮̝̫͓̻̩̓̅̈́̋̑̕ͅͅų̴̧͎̭̗̺̭̬̻̲͈͂̀̽̊͛͌̀͑͒̃̕̕s̶̢̯̹̻̤͉̱̤̗͂̒̿̐͒̕̕͝ ̷̢̡̤̳͕͉͍̻̺̥̜̰͕͉͈̯̘̿͑̊̑̇̄̀͋̾̕̕͝͝t̴̢̑̐̀̇̚͝͠h̵̛̘̉͗̏̍̿̃̂́̚͘̚͝ȁ̷͇̞̓̓̅̋͊̏͌͐̉̀̌̏̄͋̚ţ̴͉̝̟̯̤̘̹͕̳̥͈̪̇̂̔̊̅̈́̒̍̒̕ ̶̨̛̖̺͇͇̘͌̉̀̐̄̌͒͒̏̌̂̚͝y̶̧̟̮͚̟̖̯̜͙̖̩̲͙͙̍͛̈́͐̃ơ̸͚͓̮̜̦̻͎̠͇̯͎̱̟̺̪̿̄͝ų̸͎͍͎̹̘͕̞̙̤̲̬̱̪̑̉͗̐͘͜ͅ ̴̬͓̬͈̮̼͍̩̬̎̋̅͋̅͑̌̈́͘͝m̷͍͕͆̇̊̊̒̄̿̄͆͂̌̇̾̓͘͝͝ĩ̶͚͌̒̿ĝ̶̘̮̭̫͉̹͓̥̟̦̺̫́͌̀h̶͔̣̤̤̫̜̻̝͇͚̃͜t̴̡̤̰̳̟̠͐̆̄̓͒͐̔̃͌̽̂͘ ̶̓̓͆͊̂̅͐̒͗̇͜ķ̶̢̙̲͇̫͓͚̱̲̱̩͇̩̳͇̂̽͆̀̀̓̽͑͛̕n̸̢̯̄̏̓̑ͅó̵̧̻̮͚̩͎̞͚̹͇̰̭͕̲̝ẉ̸̻͊͛̔͘̕ ̵̧̯̘̱͙̘̖͋́͒̈́͗̆̓̀̚͝w̸̛̖̍̐̔̾̇̃͌̉͊͒̐̿̾́̚̚h̷̤͙͍̜̠͈̦̔̉̀e̷͎͎͒͒̓̉͊̒̽͋̕ṙ̸̤̈́́͆ͅͅẹ̷̹̩̯̮̱̭͕̬̙͚̺͕̌͒́̋͌̓̈́̀̚͝ͅ ̸̡̝̜̖͎̗̰̪͔͖͒̃̓̽͐̿̄͛̔̈̏̈́̓̾͊̚͠t̸̨̢̢̧̞̖̙̖̞͈̼̳͖͕̼͔̓̌͆̐̉͛̒̏̾͘̕͜ǭ̵͈̹̫̞̝̞̰̳̬̮̮̘̅̒͌̉̔̈́̒̈̔̍͂̓͊̕͜ͅ ̷̙͓̯̎͆̅̓̀̉̈́͐̐̐͗̚̕̕͜͝͝f̵̢͔͙̩͈̬̪̓̾͛̇͝ȋ̴̹͚͙̘̪͙̓̈́̇͘͝ñ̷̡̛̯̪͚̻̠͎̯͎̱̫̦͉̊̉̈́́̍̕ͅd̷̮̾͊͐̈̌̄̈́͂̅͆͆̋̕͠ ̴̭͎̦̙̩̱͔̟͈̗͉̤͗̽̓̂͝t̴̫̹̳̼͎͛̅́͗̓̎̾͝h̸͓̼͓͇̰̱͎̊́̔͆͗̃́̆̀̉̚͝͝ȩ̸̯̮̠̳͍͚̅̈̊̾̈́͝m̵̧̜̖͙̭̱̽̉͒̌̎̏͆͒̆͝͝ ̴̧̩̜̞̞̞̠͕͍̜͂͒̕͜͝͝á̵̜ņ̴̛͖̭̲̯̹͉̃͌͐̔̈̀̐̓͊͌̔̽͘͘͝͝d̸͓̘̬̯̝̠͓̬͒͗͐̾̾͗͒̀́͘̚ ̸̡̛͇͍̥̟̱̜̖̲̞̙̭̂̈́̋͆w̷̨̜̖̮͕͚̳̗̖̗͚̾͜ơ̸͍̘̝͎̣͈̭̖̥̱̼̳̜̅̓͂͐̀̽̓͜͜͠u̴̧̧̠̳̱̣̱̯͕̥̙̩̩͖̲̜̽̃́̈́͠͠l̷̡̛̪͉̣̿̏̇̓̾͠d̵̡̨̧̳̪̖͉̣̼̪̻̦̮̼̒͜ͅ ̵̻̄̎͐͠g̸̺̯̤̹̝͎̒̽͂̓̀͑͌̀͐͛̾͘̚͝͠͝ű̸̧̫͇̦̳͓̹̜͕̰̜͙̱̹̀̊ì̵͚̯̤̥̞̦̰̩͈̤͇̭̟͖͓̈́͆̈́̃͊́̃͘̚d̵̛̯̹͓̿͒́́̿̔͜ë̴̺̜̀̍̐͠ ̵̧̢͚̹̗̦̱̹̭͖̺̱̗̪͎̈̆̎̏̋͋̈́̍̐̈́̄̕ų̵͔͍̝̅͌̍̓̋͝ͅs̵̡̨̝̬͕͍̬̠̫̜̱̝̅̈̃͂̅͒͋̎̕ ̷̡͚̫̫̲̹̫͍̦͔͉̪͑͋́ţ̴̯̱̪̘̤̦̄̾̏̍͌̕͠͝h̴̛͍͉͑̓̐͌̈́͆͠͝ẹ̸̡͈͈͍̻̟̳̝̒̉̓́̓̾̇̆̾͐̅̕͠ͅr̵͉͌ẹ̴̃̀͑̽̆̈́̀̑̾̌͗̈́͘̕.̴̧̧̥̲̰̖̫̪͓̼̱̹͉̯̥̳̋͋ͅ”

Holfrag grab the paper and studied it closely, the other piglins joined in.

Blue then lifted the helmet up to itch on her head. Rhon noticed and gestured to her to put it back on.

The three piglins noticed Blue holding her helmet up and immediately raised their golden swords up.

Blue & TSC flinched at the sudden hostility from the piglins. Blue then hurriedly put her helmet back on.

They abruptly stopped and looked back at the paper.

Blue blinked at them. She hesitantly pulled her helmet up. Three piglins raised their swords again. She puts it back on. They stopped.

She pulled it up again. They raised their swords up. She put it back on. They stopped.

“Blue. Please don’t confuse them anymore.” TSC lightly chided at her. Blue just grinned at TSC. “The helmet did worked.”

Holfrag finally grunted and gestured to TSC and Blue.

“I̵̼̰̳͑͒͒̉͆̇̂͊͛̾͂ ̷̧̩̙̻̪̞̭̝̖̺̱́͂̎͗̎̀̽͒̍͂̽̏̐͐͘̚͝ḍ̵̛̫̺̜̳̂̓̅̾͂͝o̵̢̧̫͎̝̗̬̙͓̭̣̣̖͈͆̃̉̔̉̀̚͝ ̵̻̬͖̜̈͆̃̆̚ķ̴̞̹̝͈̠͈͍͈̪̲͌̂͌͛̐̓̈́̈́͒̓̏̏̈́̚͘͠n̶̮͒̎̿́̃́̎͝õ̵̙̃̐̅͋̓͊̉̓̈́̿̐̂͌͠͝͝w̷͇̐ ̵̨͉̠̦̞͉͓̻̭̫̹̯̠͙̓̓̓͂w̷̛̛̤̣̘̱͚̍́̃̋̄͘h̸͕̜̠͔̹̼͉̥͍͗̈́̏̍̐͛͝ͅé̶̩͕̱̒̎́̌̊̿̒̑̓̓͐̕͝r̵̡̨̛̫̹͙̰̞̠̫͕͖̦̉̓͆̓͌͆́͊̿̇̋̕e̶̫̣̭̅͌̽ ̴̡̢̢̡̛͍͖̜̯͍̙̟̊̾͆̈́̚ẗ̸̡̢̖͔̙̻̻̻̺̺̭̦̩̞͈̞́̀͐͑͋͊̌͆͝ọ̵͇̽̈́̏͗̓̈́̐͆͒̽̏̈́͘ ̶̧̖̝̩̹͓̜̖̦͓̺̯̏̓̉̆̑̏̚͘͜͜f̸̣̯̰̲̖͍͇̰͙̳̼̀́̂͘͜i̶̢̧̝̰͖͉̿̌̍͐̈́̀̌̔̚͠͝n̸̡̡̢̤̠̮͎̗̗͚̼̬̟͚̩͙̠͒̀͊̐̆̂͗͠͝d̶͉̭̤̩͉̖͈̖̀̆̿̎͜ ̵̛̻̝̱͙͎̑̾͂̈́͑̈͒̑̿͌̈́̇͌̕ͅţ̶͓͔̼͆̈́̎͂̈́̅͂̉̉̈́̎̏͑̒͜ͅh̴̢͔̩̻͓̣̙̞̻̳̎͆̉̆̎̉̽̔͌̅̈̇̋͝ȅ̸̲̱̻͎̠̈̈́̔͛̀̓̋͐́̎͛̃̓̐̈͝ͅḿ̵̢͚̘̦̹͈͖̙͚͒̀́͑̈̄́͒͘͘͜͝͝.̶̢̨̙̪͓͓̙̰̝̹̦͈̆́̕͘ ̴̡̨̼͉̖̲̞̪̫͔̉̍̈̓̌̿̄̓̎́̅͘͘͝͠A̸̢̢̫̦̪̦͎̹̹̫̥̥̩̞̼̬͇̾̑̔͋̂͋̌͝n̶̡̲̯̞̦̠̑̉̇͆̑̅̓͑̽̓̇͂̑̅̕͘͝ͅd̷̡̧̦̝͙̜̠̬̣̭̱̫͖̓͒̐̆̀͌̎̑͑́̑̈́̚͝ ̴̝̭̰̫̹͓͕͍̰̅͊̓̕R̶̩̖̥̭̝̗͉͙̣͉̃̒͋̀̅͂͂̈̎̑͊͋̕͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅh̷̢̤̼̞̻͖̣̹̱̋́͑̌̆͠͝o̶͇̙̼̥͓̣̺͙͔̙̔̑̐́̏̃̅̓́̐͌͂̂́̕̕͝ͅͅn̷͔̱͍̮̞̮̲̔̈́͒̉̀͒̆̌̆̒͘ ̴̺͘͠͝į̸̤̗̠̦̭́͊̚ͅs̶̢̢̨͖̗̯͉̥̬̥̖̮͈̊̆͂͂̀͗ ̴̣͎͕̽͋͑̀̋̿̊̈̃̀̕̕̚r̸̨̲̲͇̞͕͕̩̭̘͔̓̀̿̊̍̽̉͒͘͝į̸̪̞̺̯̜̩̰̩͓̤̱̻̔̒̈̈́̈́̒̽̄̄̎̕̕͠ģ̶̜͓̬͉̜̠̞̦̗͓̰̙͈͚͖̽̆́̈̀́̐͛̋̍̆̒͠͠͝ͅḩ̵̗̳̽́̃͌̂̌̔̎̐̀̿͘͝͝ţ̸̡̡͈̬͖͙̣̘͓̘̮͙̲͎̙͇͑́̈̍̚ ̶̢̱̼̖͓̘̠̼̘̻͍̝̼̞̫͇͗̾̃͊́̄̆͂̈̎̑́̊̀͐͘͜͠t̷͇͇̖͇̪̺̮̙̘̊͆̅͗̇̉̄̓̕̚̚ǫ̶̢̞̫̩̳͎̲̬̻͙͚͉̅͂͐͗̾͋͘̚ͅͅ ̵̳̤̞͕̺̠̯͐̔͘͝͝͝o̴̢̡̼̹͍̜̦̱̪̫͐̀̒̽̃̃̀͒̑͗̕͘̚͝͝͝f̵̨̙̥̯̫̮͚̫̰͒͆̋̄͂͘f̴̻̣̹̙̮̂̇̐̚͝ȩ̸͓̦̭͉̤͈͂̀̀̽̐͑̔̔̂̀͗̆͑̔̊̂͑ͅr̶̨̨̦͍͇̥͉̬̞͈̙̫̍̊̅́̆͐͌ͅ ̴̨̢̧̧͍̟̼̱͙͐̉͗͐̊̽̔̀̇̐̆͌͆͘͘o̶͔͆̈́̌̽̔͒́̃̉̾͠ŭ̷̗̞̳̟̟̯̱̈́̈́̏̾͋͋̒̚͠ṟ̶̢̡̧̛̣̝̺͉̪̝̩̺͖̼̐͆̋̅͆̓͜͜͠ͅ ̶̨̢̗̠̤͇̞͈̫̞̣̤̠̌̎̽̍̉̉̓̃͌͂̐́͝ͅg̴͍̘̖̖̺̝̠͚̗̱͔͚̽̎̾̐̿̈́̉͛͒͘͜͜ư̴̛̛͎͈̙͕͍̼͈̣̝̳̥̚̚͠ỉ̸̢̢͈̞̦̟̞͍̰̱̲̗̞̣͓͗̋̿̔̉͊̂̔̿d̶̢͓͇̜̩̰̙̖͔̙͎̯͚̏̋̒̃̄̿a̸̧̤̦̝̘̪̩̠̤̠̗̤͖̅̿̓̽̄͝n̵͔̹̗̭̈́̈́̆̃̿͠c̵̹͓̟̦̙͔̦̭̭̤̎̾̂̓͗̀̉͋́̓̅̂̕͝ͅȩ̷̧̜̪͕̹̪͎͔͍͉̻̠̖́͒̒̅̃̇̾̈́͘͝��͓ ̷͍̣͙̟͛̾̈́̇͒͐̕͠͝t̸̛͔̙̝̼͕͕͔͈̖́͛̆̎̐̑̓̅̀o̴̢̠͉̮͙͆̓́͆̎̌͗̃͒̍͛͑͘̚͠͝͝ͅ�� ̶̧̧̭͎̠̝̅͛͜y̴̨͕̰̮̙͌̾̽̄̏̎̑͊͗͋̏̑̀̆͘ó̷̢̪͔̖̰͍͉̝̲̑̾́̀̾̅͆͒̏͛̃̾͝u̶͖̘͚̹̺̖̖͈̭̮̿͝.̷̩̬̘̫̖̯̰͚͆͂͐̄̈͗̐̽͠”

He then gestured towards the large hogs with chests.

“Į̵̛̛̝͖̈́̍̈́̎̔̒̓͐̿̚͘̕͘͝͝t̸̡̙̠̀͐̔̽̄́́ ̴̡̱͖̪̩̰̠̙̲͎̱͓̻̖̥̃͐̈̆̀̾̐͐̈́̌͆̉̆͐͝ị̶̭͔̖͔̝̙̥̅̋͑͛̈́̐s̴̡͎̝̮͚̘͈̺͇̩͖̓͛̄͒͝ ̷̧̹̗̭͎͉̼̞̞́͆̀͆̇͝ą̸͍̺̱͖͉̭͖̥̃̔̓̾̿̔͌́̅̽̎̚͝͝ ̴̛͇̭͚̣̳̮̠͙̟̂͑̎̐͌̆̃̽͊̊̈̈́͝͝͝l̴̪̤͐̀̑͐̇̊̽̊͆̉͒̀̔͊̎̚͝ȍ̵͕̖̇̒͗̽ͅn̸̹̣̙͕̥̥̘̣̞̼͓̯̳̬̻̓́͑̉̽̆̄̋͋̎̿͊͑̕͜͝ģ̵̞̱̯͖̰͙̋͛̐͒̈́̈́̏͐̐ͅ ̴̹͇̫̘͓͎͆ͅt̷̝͖̞͎̗̩͔͎̔̃͜r̶̨͙̯̮͙͔̩̗̝̙̀̈́̌͘̕͜e̴̢̧̬͙̜̫͖̥̙̝̦̹̝͖̲̟͈͊͒̔̊͌͝k̸͌͌̾́̋͒̐̀̋͜ ̶̨̛͙͈̝̠͔̹͕͈̝̜̤̼̦̝͍͐̇̓͊̏̌͋͗̀͋̐̅̄̒̕͝ͅţ̸̡̻̻͍̥͖͇̀̈̎̓̄̀͊̆̍̿̇̅͘͠͝ò̶̼͕͈̪̜̯̰̞̞̫͠ ̴̢̛̹̟̙͑̆̓̓̚͝g̸̡̛͖̬͈̪̳̫̩̫̯̘͇͓͕̹̑́͛̈́̏͒̀̇̎̀̆͌̊͠ę̴̮̦̩̘͔̲̭̪͇̪̯̭̣̖̐͑̊͂́̚͝t̷͍̯̯̋̉̒̂̓̾́̍̉̒̚͠͠ ̴͚͉̱̥͗̉͛͑̈̒͌̈́͜ͅt̸̟̙̬̫͍͔͌́́͌̋͒͘̚ȟ̵̳͈͋̀̌́̌̋͆͆̀̂̕͝è̵̢̨͕̣̩̫̪̟̼̯̞̓̑̽͛͠ͅr̸̢̢̥̘͓͉̱̥̰̤̳̫͙̬͆̀̇͘ͅę̵̡̨̞̰͕̪͋̐͋̑̾̋͆.̸̦̱̈́̄̒̓̍̓̀̏̀̚ ̶̗̭̞̱͈́́͊̈̆͛̑̍̊Ç̶̛̭̭̳̞̱̉̊̍͗̉̚͝ọ̴̌̓̋͌́̃̒ḿ̷̞̯͇͕̪̐̈̀̓̿̊́͊̅͊͘̚͘̕͜͜e̴̡̎̓̈̏̉̓͒̿͗͋̚̚͝ ̸̢̻̭̻̜̟̩̭̾́̐a̷̟̳̭̲̬̳̮̭͝n̸̦͇̳͔̙̿̌̓̈́̀́͜d̸̻̣̬̫̮̳̮͛̈́̽̆̔͜ ̷̨̭͉̹͋́̋̓ͅȓ̶̥̩̤̭̭ͅï̵͔̳̪͕̫͎̯̼͍̲̾͌̃̔͗̽̔̌̿̚̕̕͝d̴̮͔̻̼̀̔͆̈́͗̂̆̒̒́̐̈͊͌͘͠ẻ̴̦͗͊̓̏̿̽̀̊̚̚ ̵̮̻͓̜̳̟̱̰͍̫̭̽̏͋̔́̈̐̆͛͋̿̂͘̚̚w̸̯̅̊̓ḯ̷͚̘̐́̽͗̓͋͝͝͝t̸̢̰̲͕̟̬̀̌̎̒ͅh̷͓̯͚͔̭̯͚̘̥̞̤̜̭̳̞̟̖͌̾̓̐̀̒́̉̓̓̓ ̸̣̪͍̥̹̈̈́̈́u̷̘͖͑̇̋͒̔̒̀͐͛̒̚͝s̸̛͚̥̫̟̖̺̘̞̰̔͑́̄̓̓̽̾̇͘͝ ̶̧̖̯̼̼̳̫̥̯̝̩͗̄̾̇͊̍͌͑̓̌̾̌̀̚͝͝ͅo̵̪͖̪̐͋̇̄̔͝n̷̢̩̙̜̹͙̙̝͇̰̯̞̬̥̬̯͖̊̔͑͛̿͒̐̄͂͆̂̽̃͊̌̚ ̴̡̧̢͕̬̯͇̯̳̻͍͉͈̤͌̾̋̃͗̌H̷͔͍͙̜̰̣͇͈̋o̸̯̳̳͙͎͈͍̠̱̞͛̀͛͋̔̈́͛͑̅͘͝g̸̡͔̞͖̳̣͙̭̠̹̳̀̎̿̇͒͌̀͝ļ̵͓̘͈͈̟̗̮͈̬̝̑ͅi̴̛̗̓͋͒̏̄̍̄̊́̈́͊ṅ̵̛̛̤͉̥̙̣̱̮̭͉͗͛̓͐͋͂̆͒͘ş̵͚̞̫̫̝̳̪̲̯̞̂̈́̐̈́̂̄̈̊̈́̔͠͝.̵̨̧̭̹̬̜̠͍͇̈̈́́̅̍́͝ ̶̞̿̂̂̋̉̈̋̓͗͘̕͠͝Ẅ̶̛̭̗̻̺̬̫͇́͂̀̏̿̓̈́̑͝͠͠ȅ̴̢̧̮͓͓̘͇̭̳͈̳̳̖͖̺̅͋̔́̏̊̈́̑̿̓͂͌̍͂ ̸̢̡̘̹̜̱͉̲̬̳̫͓͂̄͗͐̓̿͊͊̉͗̔̚ẉ̶͒̿̓̎̾͂̈̈́̄̐̑͠į̷͍̞̱͎̪̮͍͇̰̟̓́̃̓̏̌́͝͝͠ļ̵̨͚͕̹̹̲͎̟̣̞͖̟͖̫͙̋̈̑̋̇͗̊̿̒̅ļ̸̺̯̲͕͓̪̠̘̏̍͊̋̋͗̀͑͐̓͝ ̵̡̣͔̜͈̯̬̪̠̦͚̟̹͌͊̈́̃̐̈́͆̈́̔̓̈́͛͝ͅg̴̡̧̨̪̳͓̺͍͇͕̝̟̹̠̘̏̆́͐̆̔̋͋̀̔̈́̂̓̉͝͝e̴̡̧͚͇̹̼̟̿̍͊͛̈͘̚͘ͅt̷̨̡̬̱̫̪͕͖̬͉̜̓̍̅̀̄͗̒̓̽̊̿͝͠͝ ̵̨͇̮̃̀̏͆̑͝ÿ̸̨̯͚̩̗̝̞͚̥̝́͆̃͗̈́̓͑ò̶̡̨̖̤̺̙̥̳̃̏̏̔̓̍u̸̡̨̥͚͖͙̩̤͚͎̯̬͕̹̘̤͆̿̏̄̊̔̓̊͊͠ ̵̗̞̫̰̖̰͖͈͚͈͋̂͝ͅt̶̥̘̖̪̀͛́͂̐̃̓̓̌̀̓̐h̸̢̨̖̼̲̣̆̑̈́̓̒̈̂̎̀͜͠͝͝ḛ̴̙͚̥̫̠̲̫̩̙͓̅̒̽̒́͗͘͜ŗ̶̨̨̺͎̤̮̩͍̥̙̈́͌͜ĕ̸̹̤̹̬͕̰̯̯̄̃̚ ̵̣͕̲͖͓̘̜̠̞̬͎̼̱͉̙͔͒͐̅̿̚͠ṣ̸̨̯͓͙̦̭̰͉̮͔̃̈́̌͜à̵̜͓͕͎̳̂̃͂͒̓̑̀̀̊̈́̔̎͜͝͠ͅf̵̢̡̨̻̝͈̯͖̬̪͗̈̉͑̌̽́͛͗̒͝͠ͅë̴̢̡̛͍͔͙̥̲̃̑͐̑̚͜l̶̢̝̲͔̩͛̈́̾̔͆̒̈́͠͝͝y̷̢̢͚̦͈̳̝̲̯͑͋̆̑̈́̆͒̅̾̌͒̈͜.̵̼̘͕̱̓̃”

TSC then smiled at the captain and nodded.

“T̴̻̳̼̭̼̊͐̀̔̑̅̅̈͛̏͛͝h̴̪̜͈̱͖́́̆̌̌͗͠â̶̧͈̱̖̳̺͕͐̏̆̌̐͒̕ņ̸̨͇̝̭̱͙̻̘͕̺̱͍͋͛͑̐̅̆̔̀́̏ͅk̸͙͎̻̦̘̲̃͛̈̒̓́͜ ̷͕̈́ȳ̷̬̣̱̹͉͇̅͛͒̉̽̉̚ö̵̡͔̘͋͌̐ͅǔ̴͙̭̮̯̲̝͓̟͍̪̓͒,̵̧̛̳̟͖̖͐̅̆͗́͐ ̵̡̧̺͍̦̙̞̣̫̝̣̯̤̔͂́̈́̕c̵̜̿̇̋̈́͑̅̎̒͆̎̇̚̚å̸̤̠̹͉̈́p̵̘͔̬̱̗̯̯̈́̀̏t̶̗̔̓̕ȃ̵̡̢̻̈́̄̄͝ị̶̗̯̞̼͑n̷̻̰̱̖̘̩͙̳̾̓̇̂̆̈͠.̴͖̙̟̞̯̰̩̳̱̟̯̰͓̻̏ ̷̧̺̺͍̭͙̞̣̱̖̤̥̻̈ͅ”

They then turned to Blue. “Holfrag does know where to find them. He, along his squadron, would guide us there.”

Blue then happily smiled at TSC. “Really?! Great!”

Holfrag tilted his head at Blue and gestured to her.

“S̸̛̭̤̾̓̿̇̑͒́͑̓ḩ̴̢̢̳̲̜̝̞̩̉͌̄̈́͂̆́̓̋̑͌́̾̓̊̽ͅȩ̴̡̛͈̝͈̹̳͑̉͆̆͆̈́̃͘͜ͅ ̴̛͓͗́̾͑̌͂͂̋̄̏͌͒̈́̔̾͘c̶͖̬̱̹͖̥̗̩̬̮̣̥̜͖̻̔͑ͅͅả̶̹̞ͅn̷̲̦̻̲̞̦̘͖̉̉̐̎̅̇̒̎͒̂̑͆͌̄͗̂͠ͅṅ̴̢̡͙̤̱̳̰̠̲̼̙̱̼̯̬̱͛͆̀̎̔̓́̑̈́ō̷̢̡̹̝̭̼̣͒̎͊̈́̔͑̄̇̾̌̀̒̓͠͠ţ̵̘̰͇̗̤͆̐̒͗͐̒̽̀͐̓͘ ̷̨̨̨̡̰͍̱͍̟̙͒͗̅̀̌̃̾̉͝š̷̺͓̭͉̤̺̭̫̗̲͚̓̾̇͗̒͋̐̈́̏̈́͐̀͆̏͜p̷̠͍̣͚̝͕̱̹̠̤̣̺̒̋͗͆̎̀̽͂͆͝e̷̮̤̻͆̾̑̐̄̈͝͝a̴̲̔͂̔̈̿̄̑̉̊̍̆͌̎̐̓̚͝k̷̡̝͇͎̦̠̯̰̭̜̯̘̯̀͊̌̍̍͂̚͜ ̵̨̛̬͎̤̻̱̮̳̺͌̿͌̎̃̅̍̈́̎͌͗͘͘͝͝͝Ė̶̹̠̻͉̻͉͇̻̜͓̻̥̂̈́n̵̬̖̻̹̟̗̐̉̅̀̿̀̀͑͑̾̚̚͝ḋ̴͖͎͐̿̒̾̀̈́̓͐̐̾͝ḛ̴̢̈́̈̐̊̃̅̚ŗ̵̢̱̥͖̦̬͕͖͖̮̜͎̭͉͍̍̉͆͗̽̇̀̓̑̏̒́̿͛̇̓͐ͅ ̷̧̝̬̻̰͕̝̠̤̣͎̻̮͉͌̿̿͘͘͘l̶̗̻͙̤͙̰̜̪͕̺͕͌̃̈́̀̆͑͌̕͠ą̴̯̜͖̳͕͓̥̬̗̒͑̋͛̑͜͠n̷͑͛̑͊̒̔́̐̍́̉̉́͘ͅg̸̡̠̜͖̪̠͇͍̜͚̭̥̺̻͙̝̈͝u̷͓̮͚͌͋̑͠a̵͍̙̤͗̉͊̕͠ģ̸͚͈͙̞̖̜͎̫͍̥̖̻͈̫͎̰̿e̸̠̞͌̑̓̊̾͌͊͊̌͒̓͊͆̅̕̚ͅ?̸͓͎̝̮̤̜͇͖̖̳̝̹̬͎́̽̏́͂̉̌͊̀̏̚͜”

TSC then shakes their head.

“N̵̮̠̅ȏ̵͈̳͚̔̓͗,̷̞̹̂̊́̌ ̴̬͉̀̉̍̽û̴̫̪̂̇̈ǹ̷̨̥͘͜f̸̫̖̀̓̃õ̵̘͒̋r̸̨͇̦̔ẗ̷̙̬̭̫́u̷̧̮̹̪̅͋̕n̷̤̘̣̦̏́͝a̶͎̙͎̋̉t̴̰̰͍͈̀͒͠e̸̫̲̟͑̇͗͝l̸͉̬̤̈́̎ͅy̵̬̹͌.̵̣̩̻̏͂ ̴̧̹̜̗̆S̷̺̪̙͇̉͋͂̊h̵̭͆͒̂͌e̷͙͊ ̴̺͂́î̶͙̭̜̋͜s̶͖͚̥͔̍̏̒͠n̵͎̬̮͇̅̚’̷͔̦̼̉t̵̪̤̺̋ ̶͚͇́̈́̚c̷̣̲̰͍̽̎̌a̵̝͎͑͗p̵͍͖̀͊͘a̸̧̘̯̒̒̾b̷̧̬̼̹͊̓l̸̘͖̍̈́̆̾e̴̖̙̒̂ ̷̠̰͂͗̃͌t̸͈͂ő̶̜̙͕̟ ̷͔͉̍s̸̢̜̯̜̊̆́̄p̸̞̳̪͋ͅẽ̶̬̐̋ȧ̴̩͖̞͕͌̾̈́k̶̢͌͂ ̸̊͜͠t̶̟̼̪̍͝h̵͓̠̝̝̊̀̚ḛ̸͙̫̔̋̎ ̴̜̣͂l̵̲̲̾a̶͙͔̤̻͛̈́͛n̴͎͆̊ͅͅğ̵̜̞͌̌̅ü̴̧͍̻͆͝a̸̛̮̼̱̓͌̕ǵ̴̨͠͝ĕ̴̠̒͗.̸̡͓̃̒̋ ̶̦͚͊͜I̵̖̦̯̝̅̎̀͛t̵̜̃̇̽’̷̩̖̞̤̈̕͘s̷̥̯͠ ̴̡̱͂͌̈́t̵̩̪̤͐o̶͉̺̗̞̎o̷̞̤͗̃ ̷̬̲̃̋̓̕c̸̡̩͈̣͌ŏ̵̘͊͊͜m̸̻͊̿̕p̵̢̖̩͎̿͘l̶̫͈̰̏͆͂͝ͅḯ̶͕̼͚̚͠͝c̸͎̞̯̳͂͒̂͘a̶̭̼̣͛ͅt̷̛̟̉͝ȇ̶̲̩̮̿̐͐ḑ̵̙̓̓̏̕ ̴̬̦͕̀̿͜͝f̸̰̩͑̓̈́͒ō̴̯̐͐r̴͕̃ ̶̡̉̓ẖ̵̡̞͖̊͘̕ȅ̵̱̮̦r̶͙̯͙̻̍̚͝͝.̷̨͓̭̫̌”

Holfrag nodded and gestured to the piglins, grunting out the orders.

TSC then held out a hand to Blue.

“Come on, Blue. Onward to the fortress.” They smiled at her. Blue smiled back at them.

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Part Two

Hi again.

I think the characters here are little ooc and some scenes are altered to fit the storyline.

So, obviously there will be some changes to the few scenes in the episodes.

I have to give the piglins names. (I used Barbarian name generator for the names)

Poor TSC, they cannot escape from the height jokes and the constant comparisons between them and an Enderman mob.

You can tell when he begrudgingly accepts the fact he’s similar to an Enderman and would be forever misidentified as Enderman.

(Yes, I still believe in the supremacy of TSC being taller than his friends. They’re built like an Enderman~!)

Also, I actually have the Masterpost set up to keep track of the progress of the storyline. It’s currently in the draft storage.

I wasn’t sure if I should post it up or not because I have the whole timeline of the storyline in there and the titles there might spoil the whole story I have in plan for this AU.

Should I post the Masterpost anyway? Or should I wait to get the point where the titles won’t spoil anything?

Zalgo Text translation:

W̷̥̞̙̗̍̍̾̈́̒̎̀̇̕̚͠͝a̸̢̢͓͈̞̪̳̤̫̗̮͓͉̹̎̈̅̐̅̐̚ͅs̸̨̡̨̖̟͓̺̦͔͔̼͍̲͑́͛̾̇̏̎̑̕͜ ̸̢̧̢̛̛͍͓͖̘̲̭̤̺̹͔̳̝͇̗̍̏͆̉̈̋̾͌t̸̨͈̲͚̹͍̭̗̅̾̆̋̆͂̽͆̇͂͝h̶͎̮͆̓̑̍͌̂͋̇́̔̈̈́͘͜a̸̧̧̹̤̦͖͖͓̱̤̠͍̒̽̌͐̅͑̽͌̕ț̸̫̥̼͙̽̄̈́̊͗̐͛̑͝ ̶̢̤̳̰̪̰̟͎̤̺̘̬̤̼̽̀̆̃̆̏̚̕y̶̙̜͐̍̔̆͒͐̿̎̚o̸̢̧̨̠͍̹͙̖̘̜̺̿̋̊̇̈́͐͘̚͝u̸̢̢̢͓̗̺̬͈̝͔̭̜͑̇̈̑̃͜ŗ̸̨̛̝̘͚̖̫̝̯͈͍̼̟̩̇̃͛̓͛̂̊̒͒̈̾̇͋́̇͜͝ͅ ̵̢̡̢̫̱͔̘̭̻͇̯̺̑̾͑p̴̧̢͉͓̝͕̙̼͉͓͖̎̈́̾͛̀̇̂̀͛̚͘͝͠å̶̡̤͚̮͈͕̞̼̞͍̖̲͖̏̇̄̑̎̓́͒́̑̀̅͝c̸͖̹͕̼̠͚͖͉͓̗̉̐̇̅́͐͜͝ͅk̶̖̮͎̫̱̈̒̀̀̿̍̒̋̐̍͑͆͋́̕͝?̷̨̧̦͍̰̳͍̻̳̤̠̻̍̇͐̐̋͐̋̀͊̀͘͝͝ ̵̜̩̖̬̮͔̣͉̦̐̏̑̈́̿͒͑̑̍̄̓́͆͜͝ -

Was that your pack?

W̵̻͍̞̘̗̫͖͉̫̫̗̳̳̯͇̦̃̅͛̀̐̾̊͒̿̀̑͐̿̐͛̚ờ̵̧̧̫̞̪̩̣̺̫̼̥̘͉̘̇̄̍̐̂͋͂͗̚ṇ̸̡͚̙̓̇́̏͑̐̆̅̂̈́́͑͐̋̾̚ḋ̷̡̛̘̣̥͔̘̥̙̮͎̮̯̗͇́͜͜ͅȩ̵̧͖̱̦̯̜͎̪̪̬̙̼͍̞͐̌̈́͗͆̔̿̆̒͗̑̀̀r̶̢͕̘̪̳͔͙͕͓̼̮͓̦̆͛̃͋͂͐̒̊͘f̶̡͙͔̟̜̥͚̏͗̒̾̑̕͜͜u̸͙͕̻̥̼̣̟̼̱̥̾̑̊̆͝ͅl̵̘̤̘͙̞̻̈́̑͝.̸̝̻̱͇̰͖̼̯͕͎̖̦̀̊ ̵̡̜͍̤̮̬̰̤̪̉͛͗͂͑̾̉͂̉̋̈́͊̔̚͝͝M̴̧̘͋̀̀̍̀͘͝i̵̭͍̿̈́͐͆̄̀͒̽n̶̛̻̜͓̤͈͙͓̗̗̩̤̰̲̝̔̇̽͊̀͆̊d̴͙̦̘͍̟͕͍̬͝ ̷̛̼̠̪͉̹͉͕̱͖́̀̽͂̾͊̇͗̅́̈́̌͘͜ī̵̡̘͕̱̩̺͖̞̜̋̽̅̇̐̆͌̊̄̓̏̌̇͛ṇ̴̗̬̙̠̣̩̳̰͕̮̣̘́̾̐͘ͅẗ̵͈̖͙͓͕̞͇͇͈͈̗̭̫̟͓̀͂͋͑͐͆̆̾͌̒̅̕͠ͅr̶̨̨̧̥̻̹̭͈̳̘͎̮̹̋̉̂̉̾̐̄͜ͅͅo̴͙͈̟̞̟͖̣͇̙̖̟͕̜̝͖̎͜ͅḑ̷̨̧̛̛̘̰̤̗͚̖̮̤͛͋͂̊͒̊̔̎͊̀͛̕͘͝u̸̡̡̎̂̀̈́́̌̄͌͗̅͊̊̒͋́͌̚c̶̡̛͎̙̜̗̗̖̬̊̈́̀̉̓̈̐̊́͘͝i̸̯̩̪͂n̴͔̯͉̠͓̦͕̒g̷̨̪͕̘̘̻̳̘̟̥̮̮͚͈̻͉͆̎̂͆͌ͅ ̵̛͉̝̻̙̬͚̖̮͚̣̘̞̃́̈́̽̄̈͂̅̿͊͊͆͒̃͝y̴̡̢̭͖̰̫̰̼͗͛̄̐́̊́̏̔͋̂̈́̔̽͠͝ó̷͎͍̥̩̗̗͖͕̭͇̖̉̈̋̏̑̈́́̎̐͋͘ų̸̡̨̱̫̩̱̥̙͕͍̈́͒̀̆̒̈́̅͋͐͗̈̄̈́̎̚͘͘r̵̛͓̝͉̎̅̎̿͆̄̓͠ͅ ̴̲͕̖̰͇͖̟͉̌̊͐͠p̶̧̢͔̙̬̫͕̭̲̤͇̙̌̐̀̃̕͠a̶͍̻̣̲̣̖̲̤̦̤͉͈̓͜c̶̨̧̜͔̟̥̥̠̖͕̦̟͈̃͋́̒̓̓̀̌͐̌̚̕͝͝ͅķ̶͕͉͙̕ ̸̡̨̨̙͙̙̊̌̾̀̐̈̈͘͠͝͠͠t̶̢͈͈̞̣̗̦͍̍͗̂͒̒̒͋̄̐̿́̂̿͑͘͜ǫ̸̥̗̜̠̕͜ͅ ̴̨̧̧͔̰̖̠̮̥̫͇̬̞̻͕̯̦̎̏͒͗̊͆̍̓͒̍͝ú̶̮̤̞̲̤͖͔̼̗̪̓̄̔̀͗̃̉̏̏͘̚͝͝͝͝ś̴͇̺̘͚͉̤̤̣͔͙̩̏̉͋͌͋͌̂̆͛́?̵̢̡̻̼͇͕̻̱͓̩̙̤̝̮̈́̾͝ͅ -

Wonderful. Mind introducing your pack to us?

Ḯ̷̟̙̗̼̒͗͘’̷̯͒͑̐̉̅̍m̵̼̺̼̊̃̎ ̸̼͉̼͖̖̟́͆͛̐̇͠s̸̡̙̺̥̟̱̑͋̾͛̂ǫ̴̯̰̌̄̍̃͊r̵̛̰̣̩̓̄́̇r̴̪̟̩̄̾͗͠ý̴̧̮̓́͐̐.̵̓̏̈́̾́̚ͅ ̵̥̗͍̳̔̈Î̸̡̘̺̅̈ ̶̥͍̏̀͒͛̂̚f̵̰͔̈́̇̿̍̃͜ò̶͔̭̈́͝r̴͓͛͜ġ̸̮͚̰̪e̴͔͇̘̬̖̼̿t̷̛̗̳̫̟̗̖̎ ̴̨̣̝̝̋̎̔t̵̰̭̤́h̸̫̾͆ą̷̞̙̒̄̔̈́̃͝t̷͓̭͚̻̿͛̿̌̈́͝ ̴̬̬͈̑t̸͈̹̾̆͋̄͌͠h̶̀̂ͅě̸̗̣͚̪ỳ̷̖̍̏̀ ̸͔̙̞͍̯́̈̆͜ą̸̛̠̩̗̟̹̀͗͠͝r̶͖͕̓͊̏̐́e̵̦̪͙͔͛ ̴̥̫̗̜͎͍̐̋̍h̸̫̖̜̱͓͉̉̃̀̏̚͝ó̸̢̮̙͉̮s̵͎̰̘̭̰̔͗͘̕ţ̸̺͓̹͙͂͋̍̀ḯ̸̳̃͂́́̐l̶͇̊̓̇͆͐͋ͅe̸̖̟̳̻͌́̍̅̚͜ ̸̤͆̎̕͝ṭ̴̿͝ǒ̷̢̡̼͕̼̭̓̆͠ ̸͍̫̰̕͝ţ̶̣̱͛ͅͅh̸͔͓̭͕̭̯̓̊́͑̀̇ę̷̌̄͒ ̸̬̞͔͑͌́p̷̓̀ͅé̵̲͉͆̀̍̋̚ọ̷̝̻̹͔̹́̈́̏p̶̺̤͖̀ľ̶̡̹͛̈͠ẹ̶͍̣̦́͒̀ ̷̬͚͚͖̏̀̒̍̕͠w̴̨̞̟̺͎̼̌͆͠h̸͇̾́̎̈́͒͘o̷̘̮͎͒ͅ ̷̞̫̬̰͈̎̃̿ḓ̶̛̮̖̳͉͋̕͠ǒ̴̟̭͓̬͛́̄̃͘n̶̙͖̂́’̶̠̮̇̓̉̈̕̕t̵̙͙̖̳͍̭̒͂͋̆͠͠ ̵̦͙̉̊w̷̼͉̞̮̝͛̎e̸̫̤͇̥̓ȃ̷̗̝̞̉̌̊̅̓ŗ̷͍̰͖͙́̍̓͝ͅ ̸͍̼̱̹͇̞̀́̆̒̀̃ģ̵̱̭̝̼͑͛͂o̵̫͆̈͐͛̕͝l̸̠̎͑̃̋͝͠ḋ̵̞͙͇̋͂̕̚e̴̛̘̤̘̟̲͔̽̈́́n̷̨̧̨͇̮̮̈́́̅ ̴̢̡̳̲̈́̋̿͐a̷͈͋̄̔̓̕r̸͈̺͔̫̟̜̀̆ḿ̶̲̒̀̇̋͒o̴̡̨̨̟̝̩͛͆̈́́̒́ȓ̷̳͎̞̚.̶̖͎̪̍͋̃͗̾

I’m sorry, I forget that they are hostile to the people who don’t wear golden armor.

I̶̱̯͛͐t̴͕͇̪̹͉̟̎̎̋͂̚͝’̴̗̲͇̮͖̦̈́́š̷̮̥̙̂̽͒͊̓ ̴̪̬͕̱͒̿͂̅̉̽a̴̟̟͆͗l̷͖̻̉͌̿̂͂̇r̶̖͉͕̓͋̾͛̉̀i̸̡̡̞͇̙͈̓̊g̸̰͠h̴͇̗̞͉͒͒̒͝ṫ̸̹̈́͆,̶̡̺͇̜̍͠ͅ ̵̛̬̈̎̈l̸̻̰̖͙͖̄̈́̈́͑͘į̴̩̹̭̞͒͌ẗ̴̡̟͝t̷͔̖̮͂l̵̠̦̲̫̖̃͊̆̿͜e̷͕̊̚ ̴̧̤͍̩̳̔́̌̓o̷̢̞͕͐͂̓͊̅ͅn̶̤̐ͅe̶͓̿̿̋̀.̸͉̬̠͕̻̇̊̀ ̸̳̆̓́̽̊̅͜I̵͕͋t̴̛̩̯̳̝̫͉͠’̴͚̹̺̀̈́̋͒̄̇͜ŝ̸̗͗͊̚ ̷͍̇̀̕ͅn̶̛̹̹̞̒̇̈͊͠o̵͍̩̞̓̈́t̸͍̠͔͔͉̿̌̃̉͛͜͝ ̶̡͖̣̚y̵̲͙̮̻͒͛̾̋̚ȯ̴̝͉͓͎̤̤̾ủ̸̟͕̣̮̥ŗ̴̏̕ ̸̮̯̱͙̈́͗͑̚͝͝ͅf̵̩̪̗̞͊͌͌ä̵̰́u̸̱̿͊͛͆͘͜͜l̷̢͇͈̬̮̺͗̓̓̓͘t̵̤̻͓͉̳̩̊̋͛̕.̵̡̻̹̩͆̉̉̎̃ -

It’s alright, little one. It’s not your fault.

Ṡ̴̡̡͔̹̺͍̹̗͓̼̮̟̉̔͛̆̚͝a̶̢̫̦̪͇͉͙̩̯͈̮̩͂̔͆̊̅́̇̉ỵ̶͐̌͑͒͗͛̓̋͛,̶̢̣̟͚̳͈̠̙̪͇͚̦̟̪̊̆̅̆̐̃͌͂̑̋̾̏̈͊͜ ̶͈͓̪̝̝̰͆̅̌͗̏̓̄̐̊͝ẉ̴̜̬͂̿͐̕o̸̻̼̞̘̎̌̍̾̎̀͌̎̍̄n̶̼̱̰͕̤̞͙̹͚̰̙͓̯̝̔̅͂̍̀̔̃̚͝’̶͍̲̩͕̯͔̓͋̐̇͋̚̕͠t̸͓̞̻̲͉̥̭̙̳̣̜̭̒̿͂̈̓̈́̃̉̓ ̴̞̱͋̇͂̐̍͆̀ỳ̶̺̤̠̙͖͓͖̻͖̭̜̗̃͑͒̾͘o̸̡͚̜̪̬͇̺̗͂̑͊̅̎̈́͑̈́͗̽̆͐̋̚͝͝u̷̡̨̡̼̪̮̯͓̺̬̬̳͖̥̘͔͚̾͝͝ ̴̫̽́̐̾̿͆̿ḧ̵̨̺͖͇̼̽̈̄á̴̦̗̙̮̹̠̼͎̠̺̤͙͓̣̮͓͌̔̌̏̀͝p̷̡̞̹̥͔̪̼͎̱̮̏̅̈́͌̀͛̊͗̚ͅp̶̲̖̳͓̣͎̗̗̹̩̼̗̗͚͚̙̤̀̽e̶͉̩͔͚̻̽̈̂n̵̥̞͎̼̗̳̰̗̙͓͎̼͉̞̬͎̈́̊̒̑̓̾̽̌̂͂͜͝ ̸̨̫̥̥̒͗̑̑̆͝ṱ̵͙͖͈͚̤͉͋ợ̵̢̧̢͙̳͍̳͖́͂͒͋̚̚͝ ̴̭͎͍̣̌̄̋͛͋͒̈́̉̀̋͛̈͐̕̚ͅh̵̨̩̫̥̰͕̩̻̘̻̰͔͋̄a̶̢͎͎̜͉̘̩̝̭̘͎̺̙̟̱̗͊̍͊̏̊͋̔̄̍̒̇͘͘͘͝ͅv̸̡̩̮̞͇̗̪̿̌́̈́̈́̿̓̈́̑̕͘̕͝͝ĕ̴̺͈̟̅̈́͒ ̶̢͍̞͕̰̣̖̹͕̪̈̔̌̉̏̋͒̍̏̀̓̇̓̈̇͜͠͠a̷̟̙͍̜̳̺̘̤̦̲͓̲̩̮̮͙̹̽̈́́̅̎͛̈́̐̉̈͝͝͝n̸̛̛̹̙̑̀̀̀́̈́̾̑͠y̵̨̧̨̦̞̹̣͓̖̺̭̠͖͇͊̓̽̈́̐̿̈̈́ g̷̛̘͖̽̄͛́͑̊́̆͑̀̐ṓ̷̰̯͇̞͎̥̿͒͌̀͆̽̈́́͂͝ͅĺ̸̺͈̦̪̠͍̺͙͔͚̟͌͗͒̽̿̒̾̈͑͛̊̏̍̂͘d̴̤̊̆̄͑́́͛̽̈́̐̏ḙ̴̡̛̻̭͕̹̘͈͂n̸̼̙̜͎͎̘̑̿ͅ ̴̬̰̬̘̼͔͉̂̈̀̏̔̔͂̓͑̒��͈͖̻͎̟̭͇̫̱ą̷͈͇͖͈̋̆̈́̀̍̀̿̾̓̃̀̈́̈̚̕͘͝r̵̨̘̖̲̙͇͔͈͍̲̊͑́͋̏̍̀ͅm̷̡͇̗̬̻̬̬̬̲̲̅̔̿̈́́͒̆̆̑͋̑̍̈̎̾̚ơ̴̞̌̓͗̈́̃̎̒͝r̶̛̯͍̂̎̇̈́́́̅̿̆͝ ̶̛̣̖̜̙̙͇̠̯̰̗̝̞̥͌̀͂͜͜͠ͅp̸̬͈͙̯̣̘̲͌̍̔͛̏̓̚͠i̷̮̔͊͊́̈́̓̏͊͛̍͂͛̓̕̕͝é̷̡̨̢͉̩̤̹̺̜̘̪̤̗̏̋̎́͛̀̀̐͐͋̏̈́̏̎͘͝ç̴̧̹̦̘̯̭̯̦̣̳̩̈́̂̾͗͋̉̀͠e̷̛̹̫͔̯͓̲̬̦͚͕͉̤̲̺̩͛̋̋̇̋s̴̢̬̬̫͓͎̠̙̘̬̝͔̓͒̈́̓̊̃̑̂̿͜͜ ̷̭͙͍̘̇̈́͊̓̓͗̃̐w̶̡̠͖̺̯͖̯͚̘̭̻͙̪̩͔̾̋͌̈́̃͆̂̉̔̍̄̒̈́͠ḯ̴̡̻͔͖̻͉̖͇̮̲̻̣̤̘̬́̾̈̂̈́͆̕͝t̵̪̦̱͍͈̘̫͈̿̏̇̌͑͛̑̅̋́̈́̈́̚͘͜͜h̶͚͖̗̯̦͚̓̉̉͛̎̿̄̈́̆̉̉̈́̋̍͘͜͠ ̸̪̦͎̫͕́̑́̃͆̾̊͛̉̃̍̈́̀͋̔͘̕y̴̯̠̞̥̥̠̻̖͇͈͉̍͊̏̌̍̃͜o̷̡̼̖͔͙̟̦͇̯͙̩͔̱̪̒̉̉͒̈́̋̊̓͊̄͛̈́͒͝͠͝u̴̧̠͎̦̩̗͉̤͔̖̤͎͛̌͊̄̓̐̃̌́͛͗̇̓̇̚͝͝ͅ?̶̦͔͒̒̚

Say, won’t you happen to have any golden armor pieces with you?

D̸͔̞̪̔͋́͊͘͝ō̵̝͙̘͆̆͂̔̒͘͘̚n̵̻͕̓͛͗͗̈͛̒͑̔̓̿̾̐̚̕͘͝ͅ’̸̡͙̩͎͚̼̫͇̫̦̞̾̌̃̋̈́̇͝t̴̛͙͋͌̐͌͌͐͂̃̓͗̄͠ ̵̧̛̖̞̖̱̯̖̯̞̘̰̭̠̲̯̙͂̃̉̑̈̂̊̒̕̕̚ẅ̴̡̟͉̣̜̰̼́̎̅̂̓̋́́̋̊̈͗̇̕͘ơ̷̡̼̞̞͙̤̼̻̠̱͇̹̯͓̰͚̂̍́͌͒̅̉̓̋̔̕͝r̸̜̙͙͖͛̓́r̶̜͇͓̰̫̩̠͙͙̪͍̱͐̄́͋̃̇͒̈́͋́̾́̃̕͝y̸̨͉̙̠̰͕̣̹̮̤̙̤̹̮͐́͂,̶̻̙̬̠̲͒͆̎̽̋̚͠ ̵̛͈̼̠͓͈̱͓̥͍͖̮̣͇͖̃̓̆ş̵̛͎̠̰̖͙̯̘͍̙̯̻̩͚̂̈́̓͊̀͛́̃̃́̕̕͠͝͝h̸̯͎̯͉̺̣̰̖́͗̾͋̾͒̀̌̾̒̌̑̓̚͜e̸͖̳͚̲͚̘̯̭̟͙͈͓͕̣̮͗̈́͐̇͋̔͛̍͜͠͠ͅ ̶̬̹̽̓̒̋͊̋̔̐͂͝i̵̧̥͖͍̣͓̯̳͚̪͙̖͚͈̬͈͊̿͊̌͋̓̍̍̔̂͑̚͜s̶̡̬̞̫̤̠͇̦̪͚̤̩̭̽̊̏̈́͑̊͋́͆̈́͜ ̷͙͇̹̦̪͚̬̈́̌́͂ͅv̷̧̯͚̣̫͒̕ȇ̵̢̨͔̖̖̼̣̰̤̲͖̌͋͝r̴̢̨̦͓̭͓̟̝͇̈́̎̐͗̕ỷ̷̪̥̠̻̹͍̳̬͕̓͑̈́̋̑͒̾̎́͘͜͜ ̷̡̧̛̯̮̳̠̪͇̜̣̜́͜ẅ̸̧̛͖͖͚͇̯͖̎̌̓̓̇̓̋̃ȯ̵̠̲̞̼͔̹͕͒̊̐͘ͅṙ̸̡̨̛̝̠̮̖͚̂̒͘̕͜͜͝ȑ̶̳̮i̶͔̇̓̓̂̈̈́̔̍̓́͜ḙ̶̹̘̱͉̬̱̖͓̖͓͉̘̿̄̏ͅd̸̢͕̳̩̮͍̾̽̎̿̓͒̽̾͒̂̀̄̈́͘͝ ̴̨̖͔̺͎̳̥̜̥̯͓̺͓͐̓̐̈́̄̀̈́́͛̋͑͠͠t̸̢̡̛͚͉̱̙̯͙͈͇̳̗̦̯̰͂̋͋̓͑ͅh̵̨̳̫̦͕͗̽̿̄͊̍́̆̋̽̌́͐̂̓͊͝ȁ̷̡͚̀̅t̴͕͕̖̙̩̫͍̭͔̣̫̎̄́̾͆͜ ̷̨̡̩͎̘͍͚̘̱̉̏͊͊͊̀͌͘͝i̷̢̥͙͎͙̍͆͝ẗ̸̹̮̗̞͚̞͚̭́ ̵̨̧̧̨̥͉̠̰̘̺͓͔͎͇̳̙͐̒͊͐̀͛̿͆̂̍w̴̡̗̦̖̙̪̱̒̀͆͌o̶̢͕̞̩͓͚͂͋́̌̂̅̎͝ͅň̴̨̪̟̮̫̥̆̈͑̽̆͒̓̿͛̕͠’̶̲̖̀t̵̛͔̗̰͉̩̲̭͚̟̍́̊̆̄ ̴̢̛̠̦̅̓̆̂w̷̠̭͇̗̭͓͙̾̂́̔̉͑̇͂̓̇͝o̸̱̩͓̗̲̺͂̂̂̍̃̃͗̈́̅͘r̶̢̡̧̧̮̩̖̘̳̞̟̞͊̎̇k̷̛̼̇̀̍̄͝.̷̟̮̜̞̟̝̺̩̘̖͖̦͉̓̈́̐̆͐͑̿͠͝

Don’t worry, she is very worried that it won’t work.

D̷̞͓͖͍̠͔̼̓̑̈́̉͛̒̔̊͑͆̒̾̎͘͘̚͠ͅį̸̢̛̛̗͇̦̻͇̗̓͊͆̇͛͊͐̆̈́̐͛̆̕͝͝d̷̢̨̮̙̠͔̜̺̼̈́́̃͂̈́̕ ̵̧̡̛̛̹̦̰͚̼̬̟̩̫̹͕̖͔͋͂͒̓͘͝w̵̡̛͎̗͔̹̖̯̗̜̋e̷̬̠̜̤͔̩̲̤͈͍̼̦̭͌͆͒̐͊ͅ ̷̧̦͕͔̠̘̝̫̻̝̤͌͜n̴̢̨̥̝͎͕̟̪̜̺̫̊͂́̂̿̎̂͗̓̈́͐͠e̶̫͚̣͗̄̈́̄̔̏̒͊͐̇̊͌̌͆v̴͓̤̞͇̓̆̉͊ȩ̶̝̫̻̣̠͇̦̤̻̋r̷̘̦͎͙̉̅̔̀̕ ̷̢̭̯̂̒̈́͌͆̓͐͆͆͆͗͗̍́̚͝͠a̶̡̼̝̗͍͈̮͕̘̩̣̬̰̹͑́̔̒͑́͒́͝s̴̢͉̼̝͉̫̟̲͙̭͖͖̹̲͝k̴̳̝̲̹͕̘̀̾̾́͋̏̍̎́͛̓̐̀̈̕͘ ̵̦̼͕͔́͋̓̿̅̊͋̾̄̈́̈́͝ͅÿ̵̧̡̨̯̟̻̻̭̺̪̯̰̟̲́͒̓̎͛̄̆͒̌ȯ̵̜͇͎̜̗̬̦͌̅͌̉́̈́̌̄͗̆̾͑̋͝͠͝ű̸̡̯̩̝͖̳̯̗̹̲̱̔̇͌̾ ̷̛͔̥̣̬̝̭̲̙̥̩̀͛̂̓́̃̓̈́͋f̴̨̧̧̠̩̖̯̭̟̱͓͐̿͒̐͆̊̐́̈̇̈̌̃̚͠ô̴̢̖̠̩͖̎̈́̽̑̓̌̑̏͐́͐̓̇̕͘̕ͅr̵̨̯̺̥̘͉̫̣̪̝͓̜͈̦̣̲͗̌̂̋͆̐͜ ̵̧̢͓̙̳̼̹͓̲̫̮̹͐͑̉̒̀̋̓̏̃̐͑͜͝͠y̶̨̩̫̫̦͙̠̬̼̟̹̰̗̦̘̩͍̆̏ŏ̸̠̙̹̼̩̜̈̔͘u̴̢̫̰͓͚̞̦͕͐̊̑̍̊̈͜͝r̵̡̭̜̼̈́͆͋͊̈́̃̉͛̂́̒ͅ ̵͔̫̪͖͔̩͕̫̫̿̃̇͆͊̊͛͐̕ͅn̷̺̗̙̬̪̖̬̫̞̳̟͑̈́̑̾͊̅͌̒̿͋̉̈́̎̀͆͘̚a̴͔̒̈́͊̐͛̈́͊̋̇͝͠m̷̧̪̫̺̖̼̣̖͖̩̎̇̈́́̓̀̈́͋̿́̈́̈́̕͠ȩ̴͓̟̰͈̗̜̗̺̜͈̝͓͚̙̓͝ͅ?̶͎̹̭̙̬̈́̄̾̈́͗̀́̈̈́͌̚ͅ ̵͓̹̻̏̚I̸̟͛͐͂͆̓f̸̱͚͇͉͍͈̍̈́̇́̽͆́͋̏̄̑̿͆͘̕ ̵̡̡͚̣̣̪̬͇̬͉̺̠̳̮̅̓͘̕y̶̨̩̙̺̼̮͚̝̌̔ơ̷̧̢͇̦̮̝̭͙͈̗͚̳̏̊͗̎ų̷͇̯̞̞̼̰͈̬͔̗͕̂́̿͑̈́̌̅̊̒̊̏̇̆́̕͠͝ ̷̡̢̛̺̭̼̝͕̩̜̹̥̪̩͖̓͋͗̈́͒͛̄͜h̷͔̙̥̑̇̐͆͂̂̌͋̆̋̅̉ạ̴̘͓͎̱̠̙̝̣̺͇̗͔̈́͗͆̌̓͛̀͐͋́͐̀̓̚͜͠͝v̴̧̡̢̨̻̠͔̹̙̰̺̖̭͈̰̠̐͂̽̍͒e̸̗̪̥͉̮̣̬̠͍̳͕̽͜͜ ̵̢̨̡̙̬̝͇͓̭̪̞̟̒̀̏̿̍̇̇̎̀̆̈́̉̕͠ã̵̛̛̜̩̜̩̹̩̗̈́͑̈́̇̓̀̍̾̍̍͜͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢͇̱͙͎̫̲͓̰͗̋̉͒͊̄̇̀̚ͅņ̷̤͎̬̙̜̰͈̘͚͎̞̟͓͙̬͊͛̉͘a̷̯̱̠̻̠̞̺̱͆̈́͛̍̉̿̈̔͘ͅm̶̛͓͇͓̟̘̝͗̈́̈́̊͊͐̾̒̊͌̃̅́́͜͝ḙ̶̈́̈̓̀͐̆̈̀̅̈́̀̈́̉̒̇͠?̵̜̹̼̍̾̅͒͝

Did we never ask you for your name? If you have a name?

O̶̟̅̀̇̾̽̇h̷̗̞͚̱̳̙͉̭͉̦̭͕̹̖́̒̿̒̆̽̑͐̉͠!̸̨̞̞͖̫̭͈͇͈͓͒̔̔́̈́͊̓̈̂̈́̔͛̕͘̕͠ ̶̹͇̈̎͛͒̈́͛̀̅̋̂̏͗̀̚͠͠͝M̶̙̠̃̑̀̈́̓̔̏͑̿̐͘̚y̴̨͉̜̜̯̗̬̼̜̬̯̙͙̦̖̪͋ ̴̛̭̣͌̔̏́̋̓̽͂̽̚̚͝͝͝ͅn̵̨̛̻̦͇̫̝̗̫̈̀̆̈̑́̎̽̕a̸̗̘͈̤̍͗̚m̷̨͍͕͎̟͍͚͚̝̲̜̂̋̓̾̃͆͑͑͑̈́̇͛͜͝ė̴͇̳̲͊̓̋͑̚̚ ̵̧̨̲̰̪̱͉̺͆̌͌͆͗̽̓̑̀̋̑͂̅͘͠͝ǐ̴̧̞͓͚̘͔͔̯̬̰̌͒̐̀̌̔̃̽̐s̸͎͇̰̞̋̏̆̀̒͒̓ͅ ̷̢̡̦͙̺̭͎͙͔̥̙͖͗̄͂̃̑̀͒́̿̎̿͊͒͆ͅŖ̵̨͈̥͖̥̤̗̣̘̤͙͂̉́̔̒̈́h̷͖̱̙͓̙̲́̈́̀̐͌̈̈́̋̀̅̆̚͝͠ǫ̸̲̱̘͕̰͌̀̇̃͂̓̑̋̈́̈́̿̾̃́̓́̚n̸̡̧̰̯̞̗̫̣͍̝͚̥͔͍͚͆͒̎̄!̶̗͙͈͎̞͎̣̲͔͈̥̭̫̥͒́͜͝͠ͅ -

Oh! My name is Rhon!

Y̴̧̛̭͕̙̹̗̲͉͔̥̣̣͕̲̰̤̌͐̉̊̆͑̈́̀̍̑̎̍̇͝͠ơ̸̢̡̰̖̺͚͙͙͖̤̝̝͔̾̉̀̐̂̿u̴̫͚͈̗͔͉̦̤̩̠̲̔̆͛̃̈́̄̿͒̋͘ͅ ̴̢̡͎̮̱͚͕͙̰͚̞͉̐̉̇̒̎̆̈́h̷̛̲̬̖̙͔̭́̆̈̋͂̉̑̅̊̈́̎͋̕̕̕͠à̴̧̨̨̭̜̮̱͉͔̤̲̥̙͔͔̻͇̉̂̐̒̓̇̈́͒v̴̧̛̳̣̼͔̹͖͇̠̼̞̜́̿͂̈́͒̌͜͜e̷̡̛͈̫̘̞̻̯͎̓̀̈̍̒̏̆̕̚ ̵̩̰̩̭̹͓̫̤͔͇̞̙̦̦̫͐̀̂͐̇̒͗͌̉͜͝ā̴̞̻̼̭̹̯̙̮͔͋̿͗̉̊͐̃͋̀͂̀͜͝ ̴̛̜͆́̂̏̕ͅn̶̨̡̩͍̙̳͔̠̖̭͙̬̳͈̙̠͐̊̾ͅḯ̸̢͙̜̰̮̯͐͌̾̍̓̕͝c̶̨̢͕͖͕̗̣̲͕̗͈̗̖̺̪͉͈̐̃͋̀̇̉́̉ę̸̢̹̩̬͍͓͕̝̖̩͚̱͔̬̼͙̓̉̀̍̽̍̂̿̋̉̏̃̚͠ ̵͚̫͇̗̮̜͎̝̠̓̈́̂̂̅͆̃͘͘͜n̵̮̅͌̎̈a̶̧͔̣̻̣͍̞͕͊̀̽̑̊̚͜m̴͇̠̦̖̫̯̘̩͇̀͛̊͑̓̌̈́͒̅͌̇͝͝ͅͅȩ̷̜̝͓̕͝.̵̲̑̽̋̑̽̄͝͝ ̴̥͇͚͋̀͂Ǐ̸̝̯̳̃̑̈́̊͐̇̈͂̀͑͂͝ͅ’̴̨̨̡̗͇͚̪̫̻̯̙̥͚̑͛͐͂̈̊̀̿̉͛̓̆̇̐̈͜͝͝m̶̧͇͔̜̰̮̻̠͙͕̞̞̭̱͓̭̈́̽́ͅ ̶̲̺̅͆̑͑̍̀́͊̈̍́͋̈́̕͝T̸̯͕͙̠̰͋̓̔̕h̶͉̃͝è̸̳͕̟̭͈̰́̂̓̐̋̎̇̕͝ ̸̛̪̂͐͋͗̑͌͂͌́͊̕͠͝Š̶̨͉̭͕̟̫̺̥̘͇̗͛̀͆̆͑̊̊̀͌͂͠͝e̶̩̦̟̭̩̖͉̞͎̘͇̞̻̠̗̞͘c̵̢̪̭̫̦͙̻̥̳͍͇̹̝̟͖̍̾̑̐́̈́́̽̑̈́͒̕ǫ̸̛̹̯̣̗͆̈́̄͑̔̓̀ͅn̸̢̧̳̹̥̠̺̣̣̰͕̭̩̮̮̞̣̿̀͠͠ḑ̴̧̢̛̳̠͕̘̯̝̦̥̃͂͂͑̈́̆͝͝ ̸͚̱̗͚́̊͑̑̿̆̑͝Ç̶̯̉̈̈́̒͌̀̔̓́͐͋͘͝ͅo̴̧̡̡̝͈͕͖̗̠̝̞̫̯̐͗̀̏̍ͅͅm̸̧͔̣̬̈́ī̸̡̢̪̩̮̣̥̘͇͎̩̣̱͍͕͔͙̒̽͛̓̀̐͑̈̾̆n̴̬̼͈̦̯̭̱̱̻̱̪͉̤̏͐̂̐̆͌́̿̃̆̊́̇̔̚͝ͅǵ̶̢̬͇̩̙̜̻̓̿̊̈́̎͑͗̈̈́ͅ.̸̧͙̞͉̗̯̲̼͉̼͕̬̳̠̥̙̲̄̐͂̓̀̊̓͆̕͝͠ ̷̛̻̭̺̯͆̊̓͆̓͋͊͌̆̒̈́̄̅̕͝Ÿ̴̨̢̮̹͙̮̦̝̩̝̭͕͕͔́́̄͆̿̑̊̈́́̐̈́̊͑o̶̧͓̥̹̠̰̗̬̘͑̓͗̌͑̀͋̃̂̈́́͌́̈̾̕͠u̶̧̢̢͍͎͓̔̃̈́̂͆̆̕͠͝ ̴͔̱͍͎̱͖̤͈̦̹͈̖͕̲̳̣̑̊ͅc̷̢̺̝̦̗͆̀̌̊̐͆̓̀̾̀͒́̾̅͠ͅa̷̭̫̜̣̼̍̍̇́͂̅n̶͕̼̻͔̬̝͍͇̲͚͓̖̻̫̜̠̤̓͑͋͗͘͝ ̵̛̠͙͚̞͗̈́̍̆̔̇͘̕̚̚͜c̴̡̨̞͓͕̬̥̤̺̣͔̗̼̲̬̓̈́̄̀̌̈́̓̑͝͝͝ă̸̪͔͓̮̭̇͋̓̾̅́̊͑̋̂́̉̔̀̕̚ļ̴͕͇̣̬̙͍͙͙͕͓̍ļ̵̻̤̘͈̥̟̥͕͍̞͈̻́̆͊͐͒̿̾͗̀͗͂̚̚͝͠ ̵̫̹͚̠̪̭̣̼͂͋̆͋̑̀̓̅̅̍͛͛̄͘m̵̡̞͙̦̠̦͕̞͔̮̈́͆̀̌͂̽́̑̈́̀̉̉̒͘͜ͅe̷̜͖͖͗̏̔̉́ ̴͍̀̂̆̇̊̐̓͘S̵̛̝͓̗̰̦̰̆̐̃̀͒͌͆̆ȩ̸̻͋c̴͖̖͔̫͂̑͂̇̓́́͌̌͜ö̸͍͍̜́̆̌̆̄̈̈́̊̎͗͜n̸̪̼̦̺̤̭̥̗̬̺̪̠̻͒̈́̈͗͗̎̈́́̈́̓̈́͒̅͋̋̐ͅͅḑ̶̪͇̣̤̑̌͒̈͊͐.̶̡̹̩̝͠

You have a nice name. I’m The Second Coming. You can call me Second.

Ä̷̟́̄̐̍͂͒͗̓͒͜͠r̶̰̘͌̌̃ȩ̶̡̙͕̲͍̲̙̬̺͓͓͇͙͗ͅ ̶͖͉̽̊͐͠y̴̢̳̥̺͙̼̹͊̿̀̓́̚o̶̡̰͈̤̗̾̀̉͆̇̀̿̃̍̍̕̚͜͝u̴̙͚̎͑͌͂̐̍̀̽́̒͌̈̕ ̶̨̬͖͍̩̲̜͙̎̿ş̸̢͓͈̙̻̠̞̱̫̥̅́͋̇̏̅̔͗̀̂̕͜͝u̸̞̠͌͌̕̕͜p̵̻̫̘̥̝͎͔̈́̃͝p̴͕̣͚̯̃̿̓͆̅̈̑̽̀ō̴̟̤̠̩̣̳̮̯͕͈͙͚͕̙̼̘̓̌͌̌͝š̴̡̡̯̻͇̭̥̼͇̲̠̪̻͓̥̈́́̽͛͐͆͠͝e̷͎̟̤̩̹̒̏͑̎̂̚ḋ̴̛̥̬́͑̐̓̈́̓̔͗̚̕͝͠ ̶̖͍͙̜͎̠͙̜͙͎̠̝͙̥͙̰͎̎̈́̒̿͐́̈́̑̃̇̆́t̷̩͚͓̻̜͔̼̮̓͋̆͆̆̈́̅̎͌͊ͅǫ̸̛̥̮̰̲͖̦̩̠͎͐͊̅̇̌̒̎̓́͂͝ ̴̟͙̱͖̺̹̝̼̽̊͜ͅb̴̢̟̠͈͓̪̬̫̟̥̉̔́̀̎e̴͖̎͑̍̓̍̊̃͗͐͋͐͌̇͠ ̴̡̧̘̻̱̝̪͉̈́̇̔͆̈́͗̑͌̆͛̑̀̚̕a̷̧̨̛̠̻̙͕̰͎͚͔̿́̑̏̿̑̿̄̎̚n̴̡͓̥͖̊̓̿̎̓̇̐̾̓̕͝͠͝͝ ̷͕̘̔͒̔͗̍̽̑̿́̏̓̕͠͠͠E̴͙̮̞̫̠͕̝̖̙̻͓̱̠̒̌̇͊̏̓̍͑̏̔̈́̂͘̚͜͝ņ̸̞̞̦̩̥̩̦͍̘̊̌͒̈́͂̑̈́̑̂̑͐̀́͝͝d̷̨̦̰̳͖̜̺̠̘͚̤̟͓̊̉̓e̷̢̟̪̦̪̥͙̰̙͎̺̪̱̱͚̿̃̾̆̇̔͘̕r̵̡̛͉͙̻̹͓̟͍̮̮̝̹͌̌͂́̃͐̋̔m̶̛͍͙̝͙̞͎̭̤̳͉̣͕͚̗͈͙͚̈̀̄̏̒̊͊͗͆͂͋͂̎̊̍a̴̧̰̩͓̣̺̯̤͔͉̺̫̽̒͒͑̋̚̚n̴̡͈̙͔̝̘̘̙͑̃̐͒̒̉?̷̨̗̳̪͚̻̱͓̼͚͖̓̉́̈̾̃͂̽̎̕͜ -

Are you supposed to be an Enderman?

… ̴̧̢̰̣̱̫̻̦̞̙̏̉͐̑̀͝͝͝Ȳ̶̨̥̘͕̙͎͇͔̱̫͚̻̩͗́̆ē̸̻̱͔̯̰̘̣̼̓̃̈́͜s̴̲̖͗̒͌͌́́̆̃̈́̿.̴̛̳̣̓̒̾ ̷̨̨̫̲̹̘͉̯̼̰̺̦̠̈́͐̄͒̇͜͝͝I̷̢̨̡̢̝͙͔͖̠͙͉̱̰̙̣̍̾̍͐̋͂̽ ̴̝͚̥̲̺͎̼͈̖̼̩͈̈́͌̓̈́̿̽̏͜͠ã̸̦̪̟̬̖̥̳̣̖̼̱̜̜́̐̋͆̀͗͌͒̕m̶̧̛͓̖̥͂̌̇̌͂͆̀͆͌̾͐̂͝.̶̛̘̻̠͔̙̣̮̯̭̼̅̽̎̏͛̾̓̑̀̈́͜ -

…Yes, I am.

Ẅ̸̨̧̯̞̣̺̞͔͓̦̳̳́̓͐̀͂́̍̎̇͂̐͐̇̀̚͝ͅḩ̸̨͉̣̹͙̩͇͍̥̣̥̖̱̞̓̋͗̓͌́̔̃́͂̐͒̾͠͝͠ǭ̷̛͍̟̥̖̟̦̄̋̏̓̀̔͂ ̷͉̩̜̝̩͕̲̫̩́̿̈́́͌͌͊̓̓̀̉̈́͠ã̷̱̭͍̄͂r̴̨̢̢͕̱̮̯͙̦̩͔͎̥̜͙̫͔͂̈̄̃͑̒́͒͊́̚̕̚͝ȅ̴̡̯͉̝̩͍̯̥̜̟̫̊̐͑͗̓͘ ̵̛̠̹̫̙̯͓̟̫̜̤̋͑͛̃̓̇̈́͋̊̔̅̕̕ͅy̶̙̝͇͇̞̮͚͔̞͚͎͊̈͋̇̐̀͐̌͘̚̚͝͠͝ō̸̧̜̞̪͖̪̖̂̒̍̑u̶̠̙̠͉̳̲̰̺͖͇͕̭̭͍̘̙̓̏̌͊̉͛̽͑͊͘͝?̶̡̡̢̧̰̞̭̬̲̝͇͔̲̱̀͑͒̀̅̍̍̄͑͜ ̶̢̥̪̞͍̹̩̳͈̃̈̕͜ͅĂ̸̛̻̮͍͇̹͎̱͈̲̜̮̖͗̏̌̽ŗ̸̬̬̗̹̳̤̳͕̭̬͚̺̳̖͙̪͋̋̀̑̔̇̓́͗̓͑̎̄̔͝e̶̢̻͕̺̠̭͉̠̩̿̃͐͒̍̐͂̑̔̚̚͜ͅ ̶̛̲̬͕̱̙̹͈̰͔͇̙̥͍̇͐͛̄͐̉̚͠ý̴̼̔ö̵̧͇͚̤̺͈̣́̉u̴̢̡͍̲͚̼̻̥̠̖͔̿̊̆̒̇͜ ̸̧̡̡͈̗̩̲̣̱̭̯̱̭͊́̕t̵̨̥̯̜͖̱͎̖̦̼̯̣̹̖̘̂͂͛̉͂́̇̿͜͝h̵̨̛͇͓̣̹̺̦̪̟̥͎̽̆̊́͂̍̒̌͑̋̿̕͝ͅͅe̷͖̩͈̪͈͎̓̊͌ ̴̨̬̩̗̩̮̋̈̽̊́̈́̚̕͝l̷̻͙̙̮͕̼̏͆̈́̌̓͊͂͗̎̿͌̐͊́̚ẻ̷̯͇̞͙̦̠͚̮͖̫̺͔̥̩̼͂̑̉̋̅̇̃͗̋̿̈̓́̓͝͠ͅa̵͇̍͘ḑ̶̩͓̗̤͙̜͍̣̞͈̮̇̄̏̎̆́̓̅̓ȩ̶̺͙̣͈͙͇̤̞̖̥̝̙̻̭̐̌̈̔͗̒̆̌͆͒̄͒̍r̸̺͍̓͑̎̓̿͑̅ ̴̫͙͚̦̬̻̱̪̤̥͎̌ộ̸͈̬̯̻̠̫̠̦̜͍̐́̅̌͗̆͌̈f̵̧̞͚̟̣̯̹͙͙̱͚͉̝̻̤̂̈́͆̀̎͊̋̕ͅ ̷̛̘̫̪̤̯̦̙͎̙͉̥̟̘̃̀̄̒́͗̎̿̏̄̔̚͝ͅͅͅt̴̤͖̭̩̬͓͈̦͕͍̗̉̈́̈̋̔̀͑͜͝͠͝h̵̙͉̮̘̾̈́͗͌̏̀̀͆̽̉̽̔͊͛̚͘͜͝ȉ̴͇̹̱̝̰͓͈̟̤̲͇̠̟̹̜͇s̶̢̛̜̮̣͔̞̝͙̮̎̓͆̿̋̃̇̈́̓͠ ̴̤̞̦̒̃͜ģ̷͔̱̂̌͆̌̈́̇͑̀͑̽̀̀̎̚̚̚r̴̳͉͇̝̣̗̓͗̏̓̉̆̃̉͛̓̊͠o̶̗̖͙̼̜̣͙͉̰̫̪͕̮̠͓̭̲̾̒̑̾̽̑u̵̟̟͐́̀̓̇̾̎͝p̴̨̖͎̥͛?̵̛̤͎̱̗̪̜̰̩̗̰̣̖͙̼̣̖̣́̽͒̑̔͌͐̈̐̃͛͛͛̾̚

Who are you? Are you the leader of this group?

Ì̵̡̥̹̘̜͇̪̺̩͚͎̟̆̓͑̀̋́͘ ̷̪̭̞̂̀̏͐͂̅̎̈́̽̎̆̈́̽̋̍̅̌a̵̡̟̺̹̻̣͕͈̙͕͎̽̎̄͐̃̋̾̋̑̍̽m̸̜̟̤̏͜ ̸̡̺͓̤̯̂̋̑͑̀̋͐̑̆͆̄̈́̓̕H̸͙̬͓̮͕̩͉̫̪̽͗̽̏̊̀̿͋͘̚͘̚͝o̷͈̭̤̤̗̳͔͉̬͋͐̄̂̇̑͋͘̚͠ĺ̶̠̭̜̳͍̀͛͝f̸̧̡̼̜̻̤̮̹̰̒̆̌́̀ͅͅṙ̴͕́͊̈̍̊̾̆͛̀̇̊͒a̵̛̯̺͍̭̣̬̮̫̫̗͂̈̅͐̿̎̇̾͗̔̓̓͜͝g̵̨̨̨̛̛̫̪͔͈̟̭̩̝̐͋̋̋̇͒̚͝.̷͇̯̩͊̀̾̓̍̊̽̓͗ ̵̰̥̋͒͊̈́̔̓͐̔͋̎̆̆̀͝I̴̠͕̝̺̫͓̰͖̲̖͊̆̄̎̑͑͂̈̏̈͜ͅ’̵̻̟̞̜͚̲̱̑̀͑̃͊̀̓͂̄̊̎̉́͘̕m̶̡̨̠̥̦͖̞̯̠̬̭͚̗̙̭͖͆̀͐͗̐̀̓̓́ ̴̬̀̌͗͝t̵̨̛͙͙̤̖͂͐͂̓̌̓̕̕͘̚͝ͅh̵̳̹͈̱̪͓̭̭̥͒͛͑́̆ę̴̭̼̤̦̻͑͆̈́̿̆̚ ̸̛̥̣̼̪̙̼̗͔͙͕̺̿̂́̄͑͘͘͝͠͝͝ĉ̵̢̧̛̛̙̖̥͎͎͖̾͛͛̆̐͒̐̋͗͜ȃ̸̧̤̖̪̦͓͙͎͚̱̲͍̓͂̎̾͜p̷̢̟̺̝̖͍͚̬͙̑͘ͅẗ̸̩̭͇̟̺̭̞͚́̾̈̔̋à̴͔̀͌̓i̴̖̲̯͍̼̠̭̳̻̰̣̭͉͔̓̃́̋̃̆̅͐͒͊̕͝͝ͅn̶̡͙͇͉͍͊̓̅̋̎̒̈́͆̃͆̋̀̕̕͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̛̘̪͈͕̗̬̗̋͒͌́̓͋̒̀͜͜o̶̢̺̹̦̞͌ͅf̶̫̰͈̙̞͚̮̣̼͎̟͔̼̉́̔͜ ̴͕̘͍̥̥̪͌̔̓̀̾̈̓̾̀̐̇͗̅͠T̵̩̪̗̹̘̩͙͔̈́̄̊̿͐͊̃̆̓̚̕̚̚ḧ̵̘̘̦͕̫͎͖̘̱͍̩͚̯̪̙́̾̆̈̈̄͆͛̋̎̍̌̄͜͠ę̵̢̛̗̩̬̬͖̖̯̯̼͕̗̺̜̻͔̏͐̊͑͗̽̑͐̆̆̽̕͝ ̴̢̛͉̥͈͍̤̮̐͠P̴̺̣̰͎̮͕͈̼̬̞̯̠̻̪̫̿͗͌̐̅͛í̸̜͚̝̙͓͈͌̀̽g̷̨̧͚̖̺̮͚͈̖͖͙̣̝̠͍̋̂̒̒͌͌̽͂̆̒̀̓̓͂͜͠l̴̛̝̞̻͔̜͗͗̑̊̍͋ḭ̸̡̛̲̲̦͔̭̭͂͆̋̈́͐͝ͅn̷̛̛̺̳̩̥̜͖̠̱͍͔̣͙̬̘̔̀̈́̽͂̌̆̑̔̕͝ͅ ̴̛̛̛̙̼̫̰̆̿̾͗̎͊̂̽̏̕̚͜͜Ś̵̙̩̣̟̉́̽̿̋̅̅̀̃͒̃̿ͅq̵̡̬̜̜̠̗̦̼͍͎͋͗͛͗̆̋͐̉̑͐͌͊̿͆̏͜u̴̧̧̙̻̜͖͚̞̦̤̯̞̪̪͋́̈͌̓͗̓͐̄̓̋͜a̶̢̹͖̖̬̞͔̱̜̯͇̼̗̫̟̝̍̀̈́̓̌̏͑̾̽̍̚d̶̲̼̦̪̒̀͊̓̄͝r̸̡͉̼̹͎̭̻̩̩̓̅͜ͅớ̴̢̖͇̰̳̝͓͎̣̪̉̃͂̃̍̈́̈́̓͘͝͝n̶̨̡͍͍̲͓̰͙̣̯̜̈́.̴̨͗̈́͂̈́͋̀́̇̊̚

I am Holfrag. I’m the captain of the Piglin Squadron.

Ǐ̵̛̩̘̠̳̝͓̬̫̖̭̓͌̾̾́́̈́̀̿̇͛͗͋̌̚ ̵̈́̓̄̃̈́̏̃̐͑̍̔̊̄͜͝á̸̻̤͖̒̓̀͋͌́̔́̾̈́̉̕͠͝͠m̷̯̲̟̰̰̹̼͉͔̩͐́͒͒̆̾͛͆̈́̄͘̕͝ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̼͍̱͉̊̍̀͐̏̔̈͌͠Ť̸͇̠̊͐͛̈́̈́̾̓͌̿͌̓͑̐͘͝͝h̷͚͎̄̽̆̀͊̎͌͛̀̽͘͠e̶̛̛̘̰̥̔͊͌̆̐̒͒̎͒͑̚͝͠ ̴̢̛̪̈́͊̊̂̓͗̍̇̈́̈́̀̃̚͘͝͠S̶̢̧̢̼̳̜͖͔͖̀̑̓̅̽̑̅̉͗̋͂̅͘̚͘̚͝e̴̘̙̠̩̜̗̻͊̓͊̏́̽̓̋̿̃̾̃́̃͊̀ç̶̯̘̤̯̼͉̝͙̗͈͍̪̦̭̋̀̆͆̐͗̑̃̀̉͘͜ͅȍ̸̢̹͉̥̉̓̓̂̏͋̏̈͝͝ͅn̸̖̗͖̖͈͋͂̈̏̒͑͊̆̇͗̿̿̕͝ḓ̵̡̢̩͍̭͇̻͖̥̺̤̖͙̱̭͖̍́̇͊̏͝ ̸̨̙̼̪̦̺̮̟̻̹̻͎̰͎̪͈̎̈́̋̀̊͊͑̄͘ͅÇ̶̭̟̰̳̯̯͖̼̟͓̊͑̈́͌̔͛̒͛̊́̈́̈́͑̚̕o̷̡̗̖̗̐̌̏̄̌m̵̝̳̤̰̗̳͙̉̊̉̈́̐͘͜͜ͅǐ̴̗͕̬͖̼̖̺̤͌͌̈́̋̋̌̅̎̆̋͂̕n̴̨̰͇̼̺͔͚͚̬͎͙͉̜̱͐̐͆͗͋͛̓̔͝ģ̷̧̡̡̮̥̖̩̮̗̮̳͐̉̌̓̾̈̆̅͛̉̉̆̐͘̚.̵̛͍͕̹̗͈͔͙̙̹̤̂̿͆͌̒̌̾̍̕͜͠ͅ ̶̡̛̬͉̺̻̰͍̬̘̻̭̘̯̅̂͐̑͐̃̊̉̚͜͝Y̴̭̥͉͎̫̖͚̮̖̥̆̈̿͛̅͛̕ͅͅͅơ̴̛̖̦̗̘̤̹̥̱͎͍̙̥̔͒͆͑͌̾̑̆̀́͘͠͝u̶̫̗̖̼͙͍̥̅͌̄̇̕ ̶̢͎̯̮͖̣͕̀͆͗m̷̱̜͋͒̊̅͗̀̌̇̍̎̈̔̏̕͝ḁ̸̡̯̮̣̪̜͇̯͎̱͐͌̇̊̾̅̈̾̇͝͠ͅẙ̵̡̛̬͍̣̱̓̾̓̔̍̈́̌̊́́̂͊̕͝ͅ ̸̧̜̰͉͛̀̓̑̽̅̃̈̑̏͋̕͘ç̶̧͓̹͍͒̏̽͐͜͝a̸̺̻̻̺͎̝̟͊̅̿̾̾̍̂̾́̆̿̀̍͠l̷̨̡̖̺̙̹̹̭̯͍̪̄̓͂͊̍͗̉̇̎̅̀͜ͅl̶̛͚̼̰̪̟̹͎̹͓͇͊̌̉͆̓̚ ̵͙̯̩͐̏̃̓͗̾͠m̵̡̳̺͎̻͖̳̺̗̜̖͈̘͙͌̒̉͂̉͑̚é̸̛͙̙͚͓̫̆ ̶̧̢̺̙͉̻͓͔̯̳͔͙̆̅̂̊́̅͑̅̈̎͠͝S̷̢̛̛̤̘̹̿̉̍̐̒̇͋̐̕ȩ̸̘͍͇̩͔̩͙̲̭̻̠̺͍̪̒̀̆c̵̤͙̄̋͒͗͂͛̊̿͗̓͊̄̕̕̚͝͝õ̵̧͍̃̎n̵̢̻̱̭̙͇͓̻̮̫̖͉͗ď̷̡̻̯̱̗͎̬͍.̵̧̛̝͈̙̝̥̅̇̉̾̈́̆̈́̔̌̍̈̚͘͘͝

I am The Second Coming. You may call me Second.

W̶͙̗̤̲̱̲̉͑̓͗̐͂̑̽̅͒͒̎̃͛̕͠ḧ̴̩́̊̌̅̄ą̶̛̛̦̭̻̜̒̂̋̀͆́͒̄̒̃͋̽̚͠͝ţ̵̟́̀̃̈́͗̐ ̶̧̧̬̰̩̩̰̙̳̻̪̣͍̗͙͑̋́̓͐̾̅̔̓̀̀͑͊̊͗̓̕ͅa̵͍̯̓̎͆̓̍̍͛͘͝r̸̡̛̙͎͎̓̒̔͌̌͆̈́̆̃͗̏è̶̛̱̺̟͙̘̈͑͒͌̔̿̈́̐̚̕͝ ̷̬̤͎͔̫̼̱̩̰̰̻͚̇̓y̴̮̼͈̱̞̓͆̏͌̑ọ̴̡̦̝͖̙̺͈͚̥͙̬̱̗̖͛͋̒́͛́̆̔̍̿̓͛̚͜͠ͅü̴̫̘̹̩̠̯̇̌̈́̄̑̀̔̑͛̇͘ ̸̨̨̛̥͍̅̏̀̄̎̑̿̉͗̐̔͛̔͗ţ̵̦̠̠̩͉̹̔́̓͛̍̀̇̆͐̽̅͆̂͝w̶̨͖̝͎̥͔̬̘̬͓͍̍̄͌̚ͅó̴̢̡̤͓͎̼̱̃̎̿͋͘͠ ̷̨̢̛̼͕̯͔̞̑̔́͛̄͘͠͝͝ͅͅd̸͍̻͙̼̭̳̥̗͕͈͈̋̿̆͠o̸̧͚̘͕̦̫̟̤̖̱͉̓̒̐̀͐̉͊́̆͌͊̍̓̇͘̕͠i̴̢̨̼̘̼̻̺̠̣̟̥̟͎̎̌̇͜ͅn̵̻̭͖̉̈̒̓̀̾̏͑̀̃̏̚͜ģ̸̧̠̻̱̙̝͇͚̰̦̟̟̇̀̊͂́́͛̊̅̍̍̋̚͜͝ͅ ̷̺̩̞̇͒̈́̐̌̍̅̕͜͝͝h̸̨̛̗̬̯͎͗̑͗̾̈̊̽̒̏͆͑̈́͝͝e̸̛̛͇͑͑̋͗̎̔̕͝r̸͉͓͎̩̓̂̓̏̀e̶̢̤̣̬͇̤͎̗̹̪̍?̶͍͆͋͛̈́͒̆̉̅̀͛̐͘͠͠ -

What are you two doing here?

T̶̨̝̣̺̠̯͔͈̮̯̥͂̈̔̆̂̍͛̒̈́̍͐ͅĥ̴̹͎̞͉̯͓̞̮̟̮̭͖̪̤̄̈͑͜i̴̪̥̞̺͑̏̀̈̉ͅs̷̡̨̨̨̬͔͈̠̱͕̖̱̱͈̻̯̟͑̈́͊̄͒̑͊̂̏̄͗̕ ̷̧͍̣̻̻̹̟̲̰̝̝͙̀̅̈̔̏̍̊̉͗͝͠͠ḯ̴̧̤̻͎͍̬͍̝͈̮̰̠̬̲̈̾͐̂̄̈́̓̒̀̃͌͜s̴̳͉͎̱̰̹̃̓͊̒̐̐̋̄͑̅͘ ̶̧̘͈̮̝̤̹̗̾͆̒̾̅̌̾̏ͅB̵̨̘̠͍̗̗̀l̶̦͖̲̐̊̃̉͗ų̸̛̲͙͐́͊͒͛̊̇͒̾̎̇̋͋̅͋͝ͅȩ̴̢̨̞̯̻̰̜͖̦̩̰͗̈́̋̀̆̊͒̿ͅ.̷̨̭̰̲̻͉̪͔̜͍̙̞̥̰͇̣̊̈́̒́͑̿̆̀̓̍̊̐͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛͖͉͔̼̠̗̗̣͇̫̹̟͂̾̉̀͐͒̕͜͝S̶̛͇̩̣̹̱͓̠̯̖̪͖̼̗̝̼̰̬̋͆̆̿̀̽̓̅̽̆̽̀̓͝h̴̨̼̗̲̬̦͎̹̺̱̀ͅe̵͇̠̥̼̬̺̲̤̊̂̕͝ ̵̮͈̥̗̟͖͎̬͓̓̇̽̈́̿́͘i̵̱̝̘̲͖͔̹͖̍͗̔̉̔̑́̌̚͠͠s̶̡̨̛̟͇̰͔͇͛̑̓̅͘ ̷̡̢̫̯̹̫̬̳̖̲͕̲̜͖͚͕̑͌̐̊̑̊̀̕̚̚m̶̢̼̮͍̺͚̞̗̥̀̽̓́̉́̊͒̀̍̂̾͘̕͜͝y̷̛̰̻̳̠͔̟͍͉̩͚̋͛̊̃̃̾͑̈́̕͝ ̴̨̙̬͖͙̫͎̝̲̰͙̓̒̈́͛͛̂̀́̓͆̊̌̕͝f̵̢͓̝̼̣̣̩̣͔̜͆̍̈́́͂̈́͘ͅͅr̸̘̪̬͂̊̑̈̔̓̔͌̈ḯ̷̖̱̠̼̘̯̗̤̳̦̦̰̖̙́̄̒͊̃̑̉́̅̒̊͘ͅę̵̺͎̠͚̹̦̥̟̠̺̲͕̭̓̆̓̿̈̇̾̾͝n̵̛̰͊̋̇̆̂̄̄̊̓̆͛̃́́͘ḑ̶̢̜͚̞͖̺̮͗͛͋̀͗̏̔̇͑̆͝ͅͅ.̴̡͍̤̝̘̯̼̻̱̗̫͙͈̟̻͖͆̄̎̈́̅͆͐̋͗͒͘͘͠ -

This is Blue. She is my friend.

Ẇ̷̘̼̻̽̅e̷̗͎͕̙̺̎͆͒̌̀͝ͅ ̶̦͍̤̗̜̙̂a̴̻̱̾̉c̸̮̮̖̱̮̝̓̉͝t̴̠̘͊̉̿̈́̀͜͠ư̸͖͇̓̓̚ą̶̡̡̦̝̯͒̊̉͋̂̆l̷̲̥͔̰͆̔̐̏̀ĺ̵̖̤͔y̶̰̺͖̗͆̍͑ ̸͙̟̙̘̘̈́̉̓͂̕c̵̘̼͊̾̍o̶͕̺̒̓m̷̧̼̤͑͑̇͜ͅȇ̷̟̖̀̄̈́ ̴̛̛̩̼̟̥̌̈́̉͑t̸̨͋h̶̖̻̠͎̉r̸̦͇̝̗̙̠̓̈́ő̸̘͒̂̆ư̷͔̤̈́̆̓͊̄ͅǵ̶̢͓̲̩͕̆̓ḧ̸͓̫̈́̿ ̸̞̝̜͓͆̔͛͂͘͝ṱ̵̛͉̃͛̈́͗͠ĥ̶̯̪͖̥́̈́͊͊͆e̴͙͓̺͒̋̒͒ ̵̤͉͉̘͌͊̍͑̋̕͜n̶͔̝̗̰͓̏̑̈͑͆͆͜e̴̙̺̭̒t̶͓̮̜͕̮̞̓͌͒͗h̸̥̞̦̆͗͘ȇ̵͍͕̤̥̣̦̎r̸̢̧̢̲̩͈̓̈́̂ ̷͚̖̤͗̕̕̚p̸̖̂̊ő̵̢̪̙̗̈̂͛̈r̵̥͙̥͖̀́̿̋̆t̴̢͈̫̘́͗̋̽ą̵̹̲͎̝̋̉̋́͑͝l̴̞͉̪͑ ̷͔̘̜̽͂́̃î̵̹̣̥͚͐͛n̵̡̛̥̦͇̺͍͂͊̈́̓̃ ̷͖̦̃̋́a̴̞͐ ̶̡͓̝͉̏̓̈́́̇͂s̷̝̼͕̼̩̅̈́̆̋͝ͅḛ̵̡̘̓̏̒̅̋͛a̷̠̠͙͑͊̒̓̎̚r̸̳̰̠̻̦̻͂̈́c̵͕̱̻̪̮̽́̈́̂̋̃h̶̦̰̟̱̉͗̊̃͘ ̴̫͛̂ḟ̸͍̯̣̟͕̀̓̏̀ö̷͇͖̻́͛̽ͅȓ̶̠͖ ̷͙̰̂̂̀̀́Ṉ̸̫̉̽e̶̻̩̦̓̊t̴̖̬̤̅͐̿̈́̽̈h̵̲̜̜̰̍̉͒̇̈́̕e̸̲̦̋̓̀̂̒r̵͔̙͕͎̍̆̿̔̀͂ ̶̢̧͇͔͆͐̀w̴̱̰͙͓̼͗͑͜a̶͙͎͕̔̅̓͜͜ͅŕ̴͓̖̟̱t̵͈̥͔͚̄̒̏̆͒͘ͅs̷̛̗̯̟̺̘̠̄͂̒͆͝.̸̟͓̤̄̒̊̋͜ ̷̢̫͎̤͆̃̃́̇͊ͅ

We actually come through the nether portal in a search for nether warts.

R̶̥̘̘̪̞̍̓̋̕͘͝͝͝ͅh̴͖̣̗̬̩̰͈̱̹̣̲̩̰̃̇͐͑̈́̆̊̃̕̕ó̶̡̞̻̩̦̺̟̦̱̏̒͒̅̆̓̌͒͆͝n̷̡͎̠͈͈̘͔̟̥͓̣͓̏̐͐̊̆̉̆̀̑͌̚ ̴͙͖͖͓̖̼̄̐̂̈́͂̆͆͘ͅͅh̷̪̠̗̺̪̾̏̾͑͑̈́̊͗̑̒̍̈́̕e̸̫̺̥̤͎̍͑̅̈̂͂̂̄͘͠r̸̹̟̤̦͈̮̮̥͖̺̮̀͐̑͜͝e̶̡̼̘͂͐̀̇̇̏͌̓̈́̾͛́̌ ̴̡̢̨̛̲͕̖͍̬̭̠͇̩͚̝̀̇̏͋̎̓̒̂̃̾̈́̀̇̎͝͝t̴̨̡̢͙̠̲̫̜̘̫̪͓͓̜̯̍͌͐̌̓͘e̷̩̹̫̻̳̼͉͕̟͒l̸̟͗̀̐̋̽̈͗͗̂̌̄̓͆͂̂̐̀l̶̢̛̞͙̫̣͔̩̮̥̱̳̙̠͈̖̹̅̓͒̐̄̑̂̈́̅́̐͝s̵͇̯͙̼͉͉͕͉̪̖̗͍͖̲̾̈̀́̄̽̋̋͘͝ ̵̧̡̧͖̠̭̤͔͖̮̝̫͓̻̩̓̅̈́̋̑̕ͅͅų̴̧͎̭̗̺̭̬̻̲͈͂̀̽̊͛͌̀͑͒̃̕̕s̶̢̯̹̻̤͉̱̤̗͂̒̿̐͒̕̕͝ ̷̢̡̤̳͕͉͍̻̺̥̜̰͕͉͈̯̘̿͑̊̑̇̄̀͋̾̕̕͝͝t̴̢̑̐̀̇̚͝͠h̵̛̘̉͗̏̍̿̃̂́̚͘̚͝ȁ̷͇̞̓̓̅̋͊̏͌͐̉̀̌̏̄͋̚ţ̴͉̝̟̯̤̘̹͕̳̥͈̪̇̂̔̊̅̈́̒̍̒̕ ̶̨̛̖̺͇͇̘͌̉̀̐̄̌͒͒̏̌̂̚͝y̶̧̟̮͚̟̖̯̜͙̖̩̲͙͙̍͛̈́͐̃ơ̸͚͓̮̜̦̻͎̠͇̯͎̱̟̺̪̿̄͝ų̸͎͍͎̹̘͕̞̙̤̲̬̱̪̑̉͗̐͘͜ͅ m̷͍͕͆̇̊̊̒̄̿̄͆͂̌̇̾̓͘͝͝ĩ̶͚͌̒̿ĝ̶̘̮̭̫͉̹͓̥̟̦̺̫́͌̀h̶͔̣̤̤̫̜̻̝͇͚̃͜t̴̡̤̰̳̟̠͐̆̄̓͒͐̔̃͌̽̂͘ ̶̓̓͆͊̂̅͐̒͗̇͜ķ̶̢̙̲͇̫͓͚̱̲̱̩͇̩̳͇̂̽͆̀̀̓̽͑͛̕n̸̢̯̄̏̓̑ͅó̵̧̻̮͚̩͎̞͚̹͇̰̭͕̲̝ẉ̸̻͊͛̔͘̕ ̵̧̯̘̱͙̘̖͋́͒̈́͗̆̓̀̚͝w̸̛̖̍̐̔̾̇̃͌̉͊͒̐̿̾́̚̚h̷̤͙͍̜̠͈̦̔̉̀e̷͎͎͒͒̓̉͊̒̽͋̕ṙ̸̤̈́́͆ͅͅẹ̷̹̩̯̮̱̭͕̬̙͚̺͕̌͒́̋͌̓̈́̀̚͝ͅ ̸̡̝̜̖͎̗̰̪͔͖͒̃̓̽͐̿̄͛̔̈̏̈́̓̾͊̚͠t̸̨̢̢̧̞̖̙̖̞͈̼̳͖͕̼͔̓̌͆̐̉͛̒̏̾͘̕͜ǭ̵͈̹̫̞̝̞̰̳̬̮̮̘̅̒͌̉̔̈́̒̈̔̍͂̓͊̕͜ͅ ̷̙͓̯̎͆̅̓̀̉̈́͐̐̐͗̚̕̕͜͝͝f̵̢͔͙̩͈̬̪̓̾͛̇͝ȋ̴̹͚͙̘̪͙̓̈́̇͘͝ñ̷̡̛̯̪͚̻̠͎̯͎̱̫̦͉̊̉̈́́̍̕ͅd̷̮̾͊͐̈̌̄̈́͂̅͆͆̋̕͠ ̴̭͎̦̙̩̱͔̟͈̗͉̤͗̽̓̂͝t̴̫̹̳̼͎͛̅́͗̓̎̾͝h̸͓̼͓͇̰̱͎̊́̔͆͗̃́̆̀̉̚͝͝ȩ̸̯̮̠̳͍͚̅̈̊̾̈́͝m̵̧̜̖͙̭̱̽̉͒̌̎̏͆͒̆͝͝ ̴̧̩̜̞̞̞̠͕͍̜͂͒̕͜͝͝á̵̜ņ̴̛͖̭̲̯̹͉̃͌͐̔̈̀̐̓͊͌̔̽͘͘͝͝d̸͓̘̬̯̝̠͓̬͒͗͐̾̾͗͒̀́͘̚ ̸̡̛͇͍̥̟̱̜̖̲̞̙̭̂̈́̋͆w̷̨̜̖̮͕͚̳̗̖̗͚̾͜ơ̸͍̘̝͎̣͈̭̖̥̱̼̳̜̅̓͂͐̀̽̓͜͜͠u̴̧̧̠̳̱̣̱̯͕̥̙̩̩͖̲̜̽̃́̈́͠͠l̷̡̛̪͉̣̿̏̇̓̾͠d̵̡̨̧̳̪̖͉̣̼̪̻̦̮̼̒͜ͅ ̵̻̄̎͐͠g̸̺̯̤̹̝͎̒̽͂̓̀͑͌̀͐͛̾͘̚͝͠͝ű̸̧̫͇̦̳͓̹̜͕̰̜͙̱̹̀̊ì̵͚̯̤̥̞̦̰̩͈̤͇̭̟͖͓̈́͆̈́̃͊́̃͘̚d̵̛̯̹͓̿͒́́̿̔͜ë̴̺̜̀̍̐͠ ̵̧̢͚̹̗̦̱̹̭͖̺̱̗̪͎̈̆̎̏̋͋̈́̍̐̈́̄̕ų̵͔͍̝̅͌̍̓̋͝ͅs̵̡̨̝̬͕͍̬̠̫̜̱̝̅̈̃͂̅͒͋̎̕ ̷̡͚̫̫̲̹̫͍̦͔͉̪͑͋́ţ̴̯̱̪̘̤̦̄̾̏̍͌̕͠͝h̴̛͍͉͑̓̐͌̈́͆͠͝ẹ̸̡͈͈͍̻̟̳̝̒̉̓́̓̾̇̆̾͐̅̕͠ͅr̵͉͌ẹ̴̃̀͑̽̆̈́̀̑̾̌͗̈́͘̕.̴̧̧̥̲̰̖̫̪͓̼̱̹͉̯̥̳̋͋ͅ

Rhon here tells us that you might know where to find them and would guide us there.

I̵̼̰̳͑͒͒̉͆̇̂͊͛̾͂ ̷̧̩̙̻̪̞̭̝̖̺̱́͂̎͗̎̀̽͒̍͂̽̏̐͐͘̚͝ḍ̵̛̫̺̜̳̂̓̅̾͂͝o̵̢̧̫͎̝̗̬̙͓̭̣̣̖͈͆̃̉̔̉̀̚͝ ̵̻̬͖̜̈͆̃̆̚ķ̴̞̹̝͈̠͈͍͈̪̲͌̂͌͛̐̓̈́̈́͒̓̏̏̈́̚͘͠n̶̮͒̎̿́̃́̎͝õ̵̙̃̐̅͋̓͊̉̓̈́̿̐̂͌͠͝͝w̷͇̐ ̵̨͉̠̦̞͉͓̻̭̫̹̯̠͙̓̓̓͂w̷̛̛̤̣̘̱͚̍́̃̋̄͘h̸͕̜̠͔̹̼͉̥͍͗̈́̏̍̐͛͝ͅé̶̩͕̱̒̎́̌̊̿̒̑̓̓͐̕͝r̵̡̨̛̫̹͙̰̞̠̫͕͖̦̉̓͆̓͌͆́͊̿̇̋̕e̶̫̣̭̅͌̽ ̴̡̢̢̡̛͍͖̜̯͍̙̟̊̾͆̈́̚ẗ̸̡̢̖͔̙̻̻̻̺̺̭̦̩̞͈̞́̀͐͑͋͊̌͆͝ọ̵͇̽̈́̏͗̓̈́̐͆͒̽̏̈́͘ ̶̧̖̝̩̹͓̜̖̦͓̺̯̏̓̉̆̑̏̚͘͜͜f̸̣̯̰̲̖͍͇̰͙̳̼̀́̂͘͜i̶̢̧̝̰͖͉̿̌̍͐̈́̀̌̔̚͠͝n̸̡̡̢̤̠̮͎̗̗͚̼̬̟͚̩͙̠͒̀͊̐̆̂͗͠͝d̶͉̭̤̩͉̖͈̖̀̆̿̎͜ ̵̛̻̝̱͙͎̑̾͂̈́͑̈͒̑̿͌̈́̇͌̕ͅţ̶͓͔̼͆̈́̎͂̈́̅͂̉̉̈́̎̏͑̒͜ͅh̴̢͔̩̻͓̣̙̞̻̳̎͆̉̆̎̉̽̔͌̅̈̇̋͝ȅ̸̲̱̻͎̠̈̈́̔͛̀̓̋͐́̎͛̃̓̐̈͝ͅḿ̵̢͚̘̦̹͈͖̙͚͒̀́͑̈̄́͒͘͘͜͝͝.̶̢̨̙̪͓͓̙̰̝̹̦͈̆́̕͘ ̴̡̨̼͉̖̲̞̪̫͔̉̍̈̓̌̿̄̓̎́̅͘͘͝͠A̸̢̢̫̦̪̦͎̹̹̫̥̥̩̞̼̬͇̾̑̔͋̂͋̌͝n̶̡̲̯̞̦̠̑̉̇͆̑̅̓͑̽̓̇͂̑̅̕͘͝ͅd̷̡̧̦̝͙̜̠̬̣̭̱̫͖̓͒̐̆̀͌̎̑͑́̑̈́̚͝ ̴̝̭̰̫̹͓͕͍̰̅͊̓̕R̶̩̖̥̭̝̗͉͙̣͉̃̒͋̀̅͂͂̈̎̑͊͋̕͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅh̷̢̤̼̞̻͖̣̹̱̋́͑̌̆͠͝o̶͇̙̼̥͓̣̺͙͔̙̔̑̐́̏̃̅̓́̐͌͂̂́̕̕͝ͅͅn̷͔̱͍̮̞̮̲̔̈́͒̉̀͒̆̌̆̒͘ ̴̺͘͠͝į̸̤̗̠̦̭́͊̚ͅs̶̢̢̨͖̗̯͉̥̬̥̖̮͈̊̆͂͂̀͗ ̴̣͎͕̽͋͑̀̋̿̊̈̃̀̕̕̚r̸̨̲̲͇̞͕͕̩̭̘͔̓̀̿̊̍̽̉͒͘͝į̸̪̞̺̯̜̩̰̩͓̤̱̻̔̒̈̈́̈́̒̽̄̄̎̕̕͠ģ̶̜͓̬͉̜̠̞̦̗͓̰̙͈͚͖̽̆́̈̀́̐͛̋̍̆̒͠͠͝ͅḩ̵̗̳̽́̃͌̂̌̔̎̐̀̿͘͝͝ţ̸̡̡͈̬͖͙̣̘͓̘̮͙̲͎̙͇͑́̈̍̚ ̶̢̱̼̖͓̘̠̼̘̻͍̝̼̞̫͇͗̾̃͊́̄̆͂̈̎̑́̊̀͐͘͜͠t̷͇͇̖͇̪̺̮̙̘̊͆̅͗̇̉̄̓̕̚̚ǫ̶̢̞̫̩̳͎̲̬̻͙͚͉̅͂͐͗̾͋͘̚ͅͅ ̵̳̤̞͕̺̠̯͐̔͘͝͝͝o̴̢̡̼̹͍̜̦̱̪̫͐̀̒̽̃̃̀͒̑͗̕͘̚͝͝͝f̵̨̙̥̯̫̮͚̫̰͒͆̋̄͂͘f̴̻̣̹̙̮̂̇̐̚͝ȩ̸͓̦̭͉̤͈͂̀̀̽̐͑̔̔̂̀͗̆͑̔̊̂͑ͅr̶̨̨̦͍͇̥͉̬̞͈̙̫̍̊̅́̆͐͌ͅ ̴̨̢̧̧͍̟̼̱͙͐̉͗͐̊̽̔̀̇̐̆͌͆͘͘o̶͔͆̈́̌̽̔͒́̃̉̾͠ŭ̷̗̞̳̟̟̯̱̈́̈́̏̾͋͋̒̚͠ṟ̶̢̡̧̛̣̝̺͉̪̝̩̺͖̼̐͆̋̅͆̓͜͜͠ͅ ̶̨̢̗̠̤͇̞͈̫̞̣̤̠̌̎̽̍̉̉̓̃͌͂̐́͝ͅg̴͍̘̖̖̺̝̠͚̗̱͔͚̽̎̾̐̿̈́̉͛͒͘͜͜ư̴̛̛͎͈̙͕͍̼͈̣̝̳̥̚̚͠ỉ̸̢̢͈̞̦̟̞͍̰̱̲̗̞̣͓͗̋̿̔̉͊̂̔̿d̶̢͓͇̜̩̰̙̖͔̙͎̯͚̏̋̒̃̄̿a̸̧̤̦̝̘̪̩̠̤̠̗̤͖̅̿̓̽̄͝n̵͔̹̗̭̈́̈́̆̃̿͠c̵̹͓̟̦̙͔̦̭̭̤̎̾̂̓͗̀̉͋́̓̅̂̕͝ͅȩ̷̧̜̪͕̹̪͎͔͍͉̻̠̖͓͓́͒̒̅̃̇̾̈́͘͝ ̷͍̣͙̟͛̾̈́̇͒͐̕͠͝t̸̛͔̙̝̼͕͕͔͈̖́͛̆̎̐̑̓̅̀o̴̢̠͉̮͙̯͆̓́͆̎̌͗̃͒̍͛͑͘̚͠͝͝ͅ ̶̧̧̭͎̠̝̅͛͜y̴̨͕̰̮̙͌̾̽̄̏̎̑͊͗͋̏̑̀̆͘ó̷̢̪͔̖̰͍͉̝̲̑̾́̀̾̅͆͒̏͛̃̾͝u̶͖̘͚̹̺̖̖͈̭̮̿͝.̷̩̬̘̫̖̯̰͚͆͂͐̄̈͗̐̽͠

I do know where to find them. And Rhon is right to offer our guidance to you.

Į̵̛̛̝͖̈́̍̈́̎̔̒̓͐̿̚͘̕͘͝͝t̸̡̙̠̀͐̔̽̄́́ ̴̡̱͖̪̩̰̠̙̲͎̱͓̻̖̥̃͐̈̆̀̾̐͐̈́̌͆̉̆͐͝ị̶̭͔̖͔̝̙̥̅̋͑͛̈́̐s̴̡͎̝̮͚̘͈̺͇̩͖̓͛̄͒͝ ̷̧̹̗̭͎͉̼̞̞́͆̀͆̇͝ą̸͍̺̱͖͉̭͖̥̃̔̓̾̿̔͌́̅̽̎̚͝͝ ̴̛͇̭͚̣̳̮̠͙̟̂͑̎̐͌̆̃̽͊̊̈̈́͝͝͝l̴̪̤͐̀̑͐̇̊̽̊͆̉͒̀̔͊̎̚͝ȍ̵͕̖̇̒͗̽ͅn̸̹̣̙͕̥̥̘̣̞̼͓̯̳̬̻̓́͑̉̽̆̄̋͋̎̿͊͑̕͜͝ģ̵̞̱̯͖̰͙̋͛̐͒̈́̈́̏͐̐ͅ ̴̹͇̫̘͓͎͆ͅt̷̝͖̞͎̗̩͔͎̔̃͜r̶̨͙̯̮͙͔̩̗̝̙̀̈́̌͘̕͜e̴̢̧̬͙̜̫͖̥̙̝̦̹̝͖̲̟͈͊͒̔̊͌͝k̸͌͌̾́̋͒̐̀̋͜ ̶̨̛͙͈̝̠͔̹͕͈̝̜̤̼̦̝͍͐̇̓͊̏̌͋͗̀͋̐̅̄̒̕͝ͅţ̸̡̻̻͍̥͖͇̀̈̎̓̄̀͊̆̍̿̇̅͘͠͝ò̶̼͕͈̪̜̯̰̞̞̫͠ ̴̢̛̹̟̙͑̆̓̓̚͝g̸̡̛͖̬͈̪̳̫̩̫̯̘͇͓͕̹̑́͛̈́̏͒̀̇̎̀̆͌̊͠ę̴̮̦̩̘͔̲̭̪͇̪̯̭̣̖̐͑̊͂́̚͝t̷͍̯̯̋̉̒̂̓̾́̍̉̒̚͠͠ ̴͚͉̱̥͗̉͛͑̈̒͌̈́͜ͅt̸̟̙̬̫͍͔͌́́͌̋͒͘̚ȟ̵̳͈͋̀̌́̌̋͆͆̀̂̕͝è̵̢̨͕̣̩̫̪̟̼̯̞̓̑̽͛͠ͅr̸̢̢̥̘͓͉̱̥̰̤̳̫͙̬͆̀̇͘ͅę̵̡̨̞̰͕̪͋̐͋̑̾̋͆.̸̦̱̈́̄̒̓̍̓̀̏̀̚ ̶̗̭̞̱͈́́͊̈̆͛̑̍̊Ç̶̛̭̭̳̞̱̉̊̍͗̉̚͝ọ̴̌̓̋͌́̃̒ḿ̷̞̯͇͕̪̐̈̀̓̿̊́͊̅͊͘̚͘̕͜͜e̴̡̎̓̈̏̉̓͒̿͗͋̚̚͝ ̸̢̻̭̻̜̟̩̭̾́̐a̷̟̳̭̲̬̳̮̭͝n̸̦͇̳͔̙̿̌̓̈́̀́͜d̸̻̣̬̫̮̳̮͛̈́̽̆̔͜ ̷̨̭͉̹͋́̋̓ͅȓ̶̥̩̤̭̭ͅï̵͔̳̪͕̫͎̯̼͍̲̾͌̃̔͗̽̔̌̿̚̕̕͝d̴̮͔̻̼̀̔͆̈́͗̂̆̒̒́̐̈͊͌͘͠ẻ̴̦͗͊̓̏̿̽̀̊̚̚ ̵̮̻͓̜̳̟̱̰͍̫̭̽̏͋̔́̈̐̆͛͋̿̂͘̚̚w̸̯̅̊̓ḯ̷͚̘̐́̽͗̓͋͝͝͝t̸̢̰̲͕̟̬̀̌̎̒ͅh̷͓̯͚͔̭̯͚̘̥̞̤̜̭̳̞̟̖͌̾̓̐̀̒́̉̓̓̓ ̸̣̪͍̥̹̈̈́̈́u̷̘͖͑̇̋͒̔̒̀͐͛̒̚͝s̸̛͚̥̫̟̖̺̘̞̰̔͑́̄̓̓̽̾̇͘͝ ̶̧̖̯̼̼̳̫̥̯̝̩͗̄̾̇͊̍͌͑̓̌̾̌̀̚͝͝ͅo̵̪͖̪̐͋̇̄̔͝n̷̢̩̙̜̹͙̙̝͇̰̯̞̬̥̬̯͖̊̔͑͛̿͒̐̄͂͆̂̽̃͊̌̚ ̴̡̧̢͕̬̯͇̯̳̻͍͉͈̤͌̾̋̃͗̌H̷͔͍͙̜̰̣͇͈̋o̸̯̳̳͙͎͈͍̠̱̞͛̀͛͋̔̈́͛͑̅͘͝g̸̡͔̞͖̳̣͙̭̠̹̳̀̎̿̇͒͌̀͝ļ̵͓̘͈͈̟̗̮͈̬̝̑ͅi̴̛̗̓͋͒̏̄̍̄̊́̈́͊ṅ̵̛̛̤͉̥̙̣̱̮̭͉͗͛̓͐͋͂̆͒͘ş̵͚̞̫̫̝̳̪̲̯̞̂̈́̐̈́̂̄̈̊̈́̔͠͝.̵̨̧̭̹̬̜̠͍͇̈̈́́̅̍́͝ ̶̞̿̂̂̋̉̈̋̓͗͘̕͠͝Ẅ̶̛̭̗̻̺̬̫͇́͂̀̏̿̓̈́̑͝͠͠ȅ̴̢̧̮͓͓̘͇̭̳͈̳̳̖͖̺̅͋̔́̏̊̈́̑̿̓͂͌̍͂ ̸̢̡̘̹̜̱͉̲̬̳̫͓͂̄͗͐̓̿͊͊̉͗̔̚ẉ̶͒̿̓̎̾͂̈̈́̄̐̑͠į̷͍̞̱͎̪̮͍͇̰̟̓́̃̓̏̌́͝͝͠ļ̵̨͚͕̹̹̲͎̟̣̞͖̟͖̫͙̋̈̑̋̇͗̊̿̒̅ļ̸̺̯̲͕͓̪̠̘̏̍͊̋̋͗̀͑͐̓͝ ̵̡̣͔̜͈̯̬̪̠̦͚̟̹͌͊̈́̃̐̈́͆̈́̔̓̈́͛͝ͅg̴̡̧̨̪̳͓̺͍͇͕̝̟̹̠̘̏̆́͐̆̔̋͋̀̔̈́̂̓̉͝͝e̴̡̧͚͇̹̼̟̿̍͊͛̈͘̚͘ͅt̷̨̡̬̱̫̪͕͖̬͉̜̓̍̅̀̄͗̒̓̽̊̿͝͠͝ ̵̨͇̮̃̀̏͆̑͝ÿ̸̨̯͚̩̗̝̞͚̥̝́͆̃͗̈́̓͑ò̶̡̨̖̤̺̙̥̳̃̏̏̔̓̍u̸̡̨̥͚͖͙̩̤͚͎̯̬͕̹̘̤͆̿̏̄̊̔̓̊͊͠ ̵̗̞̫̰̖̰͖͈͚͈͋̂͝ͅt̶̥̘̖̪̀͛́͂̐̃̓̓̌̀̓̐h̸̢̨̖̼̲̣̆̑̈́̓̒̈̂̎̀͜͠͝͝ḛ̴̙͚̥̫̠̲̫̩̙͓̅̒̽̒́͗͘͜ŗ̶̨̨̺͎̤̮̩͍̥̙̈́͌͜ĕ̸̹̤̹̬͕̰̯̯̄̃̚ ̵̣͕̲͖͓̘̜̠̞̬͎̼̱͉̙͔͒͐̅̿̚͠ṣ̸̨̯͓͙̦̭̰͉̮͔̃̈́̌͜à̵̜͓͕͎̳̂̃͂͒̓̑̀̀̊̈́̔̎͜͝͠ͅf̵̢̡̨̻̝͈̯͖̬̪͗̈̉͑̌̽́͛͗̒͝͠ͅë̴̢̡̛͍͔͙̥̲̃̑͐̑̚͜l̶̢̝̲͔̩͛̈́̾̔͆̒̈́͠͝͝y̷̢̢͚̦͈̳̝̲̯͑͋̆̑̈́̆͒̅̾̌͒̈͜.̵̼̘͕̱̓̃

It is a long trek to get there. Come and ride with us on Hoglins. We will get you there safely.

T̴̻̳̼̭̼̊͐̀̔̑̅̅̈͛̏͛͝h̴̪̜͈̱͖́́̆̌̌͗͠â̶̧͈̱̖̳̺͕͐̏̆̌̐͒̕ņ̸̨͇̝̭̱͙̻̘͕̺̱͍͋͛͑̐̅̆̔̀́̏ͅk̸͙͎̻̦̘̲̃͛̈̒̓́͜ ̷͕̈́ȳ̷̬̣̱̹͉͇̅͛͒̉̽̉̚ö̵̡͔̘͋͌̐ͅǔ̴͙̭̮̯̲̝͓̟͍̪̓͒,̵̧̛̳̟͖̖͐̅̆͗́͐ ̵̡̧̺͍̦̙̞̣̫̝̣̯̤̔͂́̈́̕c̵̜̿̇̋̈́͑̅̎̒͆̎̇̚̚å̸̤̠̹͉̈́p̵̘͔̬̱̗̯̯̈́̀̏t̶̗̔̓̕ȃ̵̡̢̻̈́̄̄͝ị̶̗̯̞̼͑n̷̻̰̱̖̘̩͙̳̾̓̇̂̆̈͠.̴͖̙̟̞̯̰̩̳̱̟̯̰͓̻̏ ̷̧̺̺͍̭͙̞̣̱̖̤̥̻̈ͅ -

Thank you, captain.

S̸̛̭̤̾̓̿̇̑͒́͑̓ḩ̴̢̢̳̲̜̝̞̩̉͌̄̈́͂̆́̓̋̑͌́̾̓̊̽ͅȩ̴̡̛͈̝͈̹̳͑̉͆̆͆̈́̃͘͜ͅ ̴̛͓͗́̾͑̌͂͂̋̄̏͌͒̈́̔̾͘c̶͖̬̱̹͖̥̗̩̬̮̣̥̜͖̻̔͑ͅͅả̶̹̞ͅn̷̲̦̻̲̞̦̘͖̉̉̐̎̅̇̒̎͒̂̑͆͌̄͗̂͠ͅṅ̴̢̡͙̤̱̳̰̠̲̼̙̱̼̯̬̱͛͆̀̎̔̓́̑̈́ō̷̢̡̹̝̭̼̣͒̎͊̈́̔͑̄̇̾̌̀̒̓͠͠ţ̵̘̰͇̗̤͆̐̒͗͐̒̽̀͐̓͘ ̷̨̨̨̡̰͍̱͍̟̙͒͗̅̀̌̃̾̉͝š̷̺͓̭͉̤̺̭̫̗̲͚̓̾̇͗̒͋̐̈́̏̈́͐̀͆̏͜p̷̠͍̣͚̝͕̱̹̠̤̣̺̒̋͗͆̎̀̽͂͆͝e̷̮̤̻͆̾̑̐̄̈͝͝a̴̲̔͂̔̈̿̄̑̉̊̍̆͌̎̐̓̚͝k̷̡̝͇͎̦̠̯̰̭̜̯̘̯̀͊̌̍̍͂̚͜ ̵̨̛̬͎̤̻̱̮̳̺͌̿͌̎̃̅̍̈́̎͌͗͘͘͝͝͝Ė̶̹̠̻͉̻͉͇̻̜͓̻̥̂̈́n̵̬̖̻̹̟̗̐̉̅̀̿̀̀͑͑̾̚̚͝ḋ̴͖͎͐̿̒̾̀̈́̓͐̐̾͝ḛ̴̢̈́̈̐̊̃̅̚ŗ̵̢̱̥͖̦̬͕͖͖̮̜͎̭͉͍̍̉͆͗̽̇̀̓̑̏̒́̿͛̇̓͐ͅ ̷̧̝̬̻̰͕̝̠̤̣͎̻̮͉͌̿̿͘͘͘l̶̗̻͙̤͙̰̜̪͕̺͕͌̃̈́̀̆͑͌̕͠ą̴̯̜͖̳͕͓̥̬̗̒͑̋͛̑͜͠n̷͑͛̑͊̒̔́̐̍́̉̉́͘ͅg̸̡̠̜͖̪̠͇͍̜͚̭̥̺̻͙̝̈͝u̷͓̮͚͌͋̑͠a̵͍̙̤͗̉͊̕͠ģ̸͚͈͙̞̖̜͎̫͍̥̖̻͈̫͎̰̿e̸̠̞͌̑̓̊̾͌͊͊̌͒̓͊͆̅̕̚ͅ?̸͓͎̝̮̤̜͇͖̖̳̝̹̬͎́̽̏́͂̉̌͊̀̏̚͜ -

She cannot speak Ender language?

N̵̮̠̅ȏ̵͈̳͚̔̓͗,̷̞̹̂̊́̌ ̴̬͉̀̉̍̽û̴̫̪̂̇̈ǹ̷̨̥͘͜f̸̫̖̀̓̃õ̵̘͒̋r̸̨͇̦̔ẗ̷̙̬̭̫́u̷̧̮̹̪̅͋̕n̷̤̘̣̦̏́͝a̶͎̙͎̋̉t̴̰̰͍͈̀͒͠e̸̫̲̟͑̇͗͝l̸͉̬̤̈́̎ͅy̵̬̹͌.̵̣̩̻̏͂ ̴̧̹̜̗̆S̷̺̪̙͇̉͋͂̊h̵̭͆͒̂͌e̷͙͊ ̴̺͂́î̶͙̭̜̋͜s̶͖͚̥͔̍̏̒͠n̵͎̬̮͇̅̚’̷͔̦̼̉t̵̪̤̺̋ ̶͚͇́̈́̚c̷̣̲̰͍̽̎̌a̵̝͎͑͗p̵͍͖̀͊͘a̸̧̘̯̒̒̾b̷̧̬̼̹͊̓l̸̘͖̍̈́̆̾e̴̖̙̒̂ ̷̠̰͂͗̃͌t̸͈͂ő̶̜̙͕̟ ̷͔͉̍s̸̢̜̯̜̊̆́̄p̸̞̳̪͋ͅẽ̶̬̐̋ȧ̴̩͖̞͕͌̾̈́k̶̢͌͂ ̸̊͜͠t̶̟̼̪̍͝h̵͓̠̝̝̊̀̚ḛ̸͙̫̔̋̎ ̴̜̣͂l̵̲̲̾a̶͙͔̤̻͛̈́͛n̴͎͆̊ͅͅğ̵̜̞͌̌̅ü̴̧͍̻͆͝a̸̛̮̼̱̓͌̕ǵ̴̨͠͝ĕ̴̠̒͗.̸̡͓̃̒̋ ̶̦͚͊͜I̵̖̦̯̝̅̎̀͛t̵̜̃̇̽’̷̩̖̞̤̈̕͘s̷̥̯͠ ̴̡̱͂͌̈́t̵̩̪̤͐o̶͉̺̗̞̎o̷̞̤͗̃ ̷̬̲̃̋̓̕c̸̡̩͈̣͌ŏ̵̘͊͊͜m̸̻͊̿̕p̵̢̖̩͎̿͘l̶̫͈̰̏͆͂͝ͅḯ̶͕̼͚̚͠͝c̸͎̞̯̳͂͒̂͘a̶̭̼̣͛ͅt̷̛̟̉͝ȇ̶̲̩̮̿̐͐ḑ̵̙̓̓̏̕ ̴̬̦͕̀̿͜͝f̸̰̩͑̓̈́͒ō̴̯̐͐r̴͕̃ ̶̡̉̓ẖ̵̡̞͖̊͘̕ȅ̵̱̮̦r̶͙̯͙̻̍̚͝͝.̷̨͓̭̫̌

No, unfortunately. She isn’t capable to speak the language. It’s too complicated for her.

#fanfic #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava the second coming #ava blue #AVA-M Early Bird #AVA/M EB #minecraft #minecraft nether #minecraft piglin

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shadowlorddemon · 9 months ago

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AVA-M Early Bird: Trip to Nether

Part Two

[Warning: Possible inaccurate information of having Chronic Pain]

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[POV of Blue]

Purple swirls filled in their vision before slowly fading away.

Blue blinked few times before shaking her head as if to clear the vision of purple swirls away.

She then turned to look at the sight of the netherworld.

…

Blink

“Wait, what?!” Blue exclaimed as she realized that the netherworld looks so different than the last time she was in here.

She looked around at the trees the surrounding the portal. Except these supposedly leaves are looking too… meaty to her. There are few clusters of orangish glowing blocks at the top of couple trees. The vines are hanging from the tree as well, only these vines are red with orange leaves.

At the sight of the orange leaves immediately remind her of her orange friend. She then looked at TSC who is few feet away from her. They were inspecting at the red tree.

“Second…?” Blue called out as she walked towards the orange hollowhead figure. She looked around at the change environment with caution.

She then spotted the red mushrooms with orange spots that grew around them.

TSC glanced back at the blue figure. “Hey.” They then glanced back at the tree. “These weren’t here last time.”

“Yeah…” Blue eyed at the mushrooms. She then bend down to picking up the mushrooms. “I noticed.” She said as she inspected the monstrous mushroom in her hand.

“I definitely didn’t expect that the netherworld would change a lot since the last time we were here.” They said as they then looked up at the netherrack ceiling.

“Blue, I don’t think searching for the nether warts would be easy anymore- Blue, don’t put that in your mouth.” TSC said as they turned around to see Blue were about to put the mushroom in her mouth.

Blue freezes at TSC’s stern tone before putting the mushroom back into the ground.

TSC shakes their head. “As I were saying, I think it would be very hard to find the fortress where you find the warts.”

Blue nodded in discontent as she stands up and glanced around the forest they apparently spawned in.

Suddenly, another monstrous mushroom hits Blue’s head from behind. Blue flinched at the smack before looking at the mushroom on the red grassed netherrack blocks.

TSC blinked in surprise before looking at the direction of the mushroom come from.

Blue picks up the mushroom, stares at it before looking at the same direction as TSC did.

She then looks back at the mushroom. “Did someone throws this at me?” She muttered in surprise.

TSC narrowed their eyes in suspicion. “That means we’re not alone here.” They said as they raised their sword in defense.

Blue hums to herself as she puts the mushroom in her inventory.

Suddenly she feels a tap on her leg. She whipped around to see there’s no one there.

“Wha-? Something just tapped me on my leg?” Blue asked as she looked around for the mobs.

TSC glanced at her before eyed around the trees that surrounded them.

Then they yelled out, “Who’s going there?!”

Silence

TSC grunted in unease as they moved close to Blue.

Blue glanced at her orange friend, then placed her hand on TSC’s shoulder and gently squeezed on it.

“Hey…I am sure that there’s nothing threatening there. It’s probably these mobs that mess around with us.” Blue attempted to soothed TSC’s unease.

TSC hums as they lowered their sword. “I sincerely hope that you are right.” They muttered.

They then take couple steps into the red forest they were in.

Another poke at her leg. Blue immediately looked but there’s nothing there.

TSC glanced over at her. “Again?”

Blue nervously nodded as she glanced around the trees once again.

TSC hummed as they looked around. Then they began to walking into the red forest.

After couple of minutes of walking, suddenly TSC tensed up before stumbling toward the tree nearby.

“Second…?” Blue called out as she looked at them in worry.

They grunted out in pain. “Cursors darn it, it wears off already…” Blue can hear them grumbling.

“Second…?!” Blue asked again as she immediately went over to her orange friend as they leans against the reddish tree.

“I- I’m sorry, Blue. I think the regeneration effect wore off.” They said as they laid their head against the reddish wood.

“What? It didn’t get better? I’m sure that the regeneration potions would help with your soreness? Why it isn’t working?” Blue ask a question after a question as she immediately pulls up her inventory and scrolled through it for anything to help.

“…No. It-It just persists.” They muttered before turning their head around to look at Blue. “The regeneration potions did help but it was only temporary.��

“It’s more like these short term medicines? I don’t know. I try to look up for the solutions for this… issue I have.” They explains as they laid their head back to the wood.

Blue paused in mid of scrolling. “Second. Are you telling me that you might know what’s wrong with you?” She said as she finally finds the potions she needs.

TSC stays in silent for a moment before looking at Blue. “Yes…? I was just wondering why does the soreness keep persisting on…? So, I looked up for the answers…” They said in a panicked tone.

Blue narrowed her eyes at the tall orange figure. “How long have you been known?” She asked in stern voice.

TSC winced before laid their head back once again. “…few weeks before Red and Yellow messed around with texture packs, I found out the issue I have.” They muttered as their shoulder sagged in conceding manner.

Blue sharply inhaled. “Second…” She begins.

TSC didn’t look at her.

“…What were you thinking?!” She immediately screamed, making TSC flinched.

“No, seriously. Why are you hiding this from us?! From me?! I might be an unofficial medic for this group but I’m more knowledgeable about the medical field than you did. The internet doesn’t always have all answers to your problems! If anything else, I can be considered as a professional medic here!” Blue rants as she gestured wildly at nothing with a potion in her hand. Then she sighed heavily before pointing at TSC. “TSC, It’s clear to me that you’re suffering from chronic pain.”

TSC grunts softly. “Yeah, the search engine said that.”

“But the question is how did you get chronic pain? As far as I can understand, there are numerous reasons of hows. And while I know that the search engine has told you the causes, I must remind you that they’re not always accurate.” Blue said as she noticed that she has a potion in her hand. She then takes the cork off and hands the potion to TSC.

TSC gratefully takes the potion. They stares at the pink liquid for a moment before drinking it.

Blue sighed softly as she glanced around. “I know we’re walking for a while but I think you need to rest for now.” She said as she glanced back at the orange figure.

TSC sighed as they turned around and sits down against the tree. “Fine.” They said as they crisscrossed their legs and leaned back against the tree.

Blue frowns at them before sitting down next to them.

“Second…? Can you tell me when you started to feel like you’re in constant pain?” Blue patiently asked.

TSC hummed in disconcert before glancing away from Blue.

Blue patiently waited for TSC to answer her question as she knew that TSC cannot deflect from the questions forever.

Eventually, TSC sighed and lazily waved around the air. “ Well, at that day when you, Yellow and Red with a chicken challenged to Green on a note block battle, I was sleeping- well, trying to sleep.”

Blue lightly snickered.

“When I was getting up from my bed to confront you guys, I was suddenly hit by the

feeling of a sharp pain-like I was stabbing by a kitchen knife multiple times- which it causes me fell over to the floor.” TSC then hesitated to continue. But Blue patiently nudged at him to continuing.

“Naturally, I… I think it was just the soreness- like muscle soreness, I did say that when you give me the regeneration potion for first time.” They gestured to Blue as they explained.

“You did.” Blue nodded.

“And trust me, the regeneration potions did help a lot. But the moment when the regeneration effect wore off, the pain comes back with vengeance. I did thought that with enough rest, it would go away.” They then looked at their hands. “…But it didn’t.”

Blue frowns.

“…there were some days that the pain wasn’t too serious for me and I can move around just fine. Sure, my body feels like it’s made of lead sometimes but it wasn’t that bad.” TSC grumbled. “But there are some days that the pain was too much for me to even move my limbs. Sometimes the pain woke me up in late nights. And I can’t go back to sleep because of the pain.”

“Oh, Second…” Blue said in sympathetic tone. “Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Because I already bothered you for regeneration potions and nether warts?”

“Second, That’s not a good excuse.” She lightly chided at them. She then stood up. “Now, next time if you have another problem- medical-related problems- you will come to me.”

TSC mockingly salutes at Blue. “Yes ma’am.”

Blue cracks a smile at TSC.

TSC blinks in surprise as they look at something behind Blue. “Uh- Blue?” They pointed behind Blue.

She raised an eyebrow in curiosity before turning around to see the small pig-like mob behind her.

Only the small pig mob is wearing brown clothes and small tusks points out their mouth. Really, this small pig mob looks more like a hog than pig. And they’re standing on two legs.

“Oh!” Blue said in surprise at the sight of small pig mob.

“They’re almost like these pig zombie creatures but I guess they’re not zombie.” TSC comments as they quickly stood up from their crossed legs position.

The small pig mob, which was stared at Blue, immediately looked at the tall orange figure.

Blue isn’t surprised that the small pig mob is more interested in TSC’s height. After all, TSC is taller than all of the stick figures on the creator’s desktop. Red is only a few inches taller than Yellow, Green and her. But TSC? They are same height as the Enderman mobs she see before.

She honestly finds it little annoying that TSC is taller than all of them. But TSC’s height is advantageous in most of situations

The small pig mob blinks at TSC before walking up to them. They then immediately puts their arms up toward them.

“…Heh?” They tilted their head in confusion at the mob’s behavior. Blue however understood what’s the mob asking them for.

“I think they ask you to pick them up.” She giggled softly.

TSC blinks in surprise at Blue before looking down at the small mob looking at them with hopeful eyes. With uncertainty, they slowly kneel down and pick them up by their waist. They then hoist the small pig mob up and hold them in their arms.

The small pig mob immediately snuggles against them, nuzzling against their neck.

TSC lightly stutters at the mob’s odd behavior while Blue just giggles at TSC’s inner turmoil over the small pig mob.

“I think they really like you.” Blue snickered as she walked toward TSC.

“Uhhh, Yeah. But why? What makes me different?” They wondered as they readjusted the mob in their arms.

“Well, Green did said that you reminded them of the Enderman mob because of your height. Of course, I agree with them.” She snickered.

TSC looks at Blue with a deadpan expression. “You tell me that this little one likes me because I resembles a Enderman mob? Because of my height?”

“Yuppie~”

TSC glared at Blue but it was not effective as they hugged the small mob closer to them.

Blue cooed at the action then giggled.

“Beside, didn’t Yellow says that you sometimes speaks the strange language that is similar to Enderman noises?” Blue inquired.

“What?” TSC tilted their head in confusion, “you mean- ḷ̷̡̡̧̢̡͉͓̰̗̬̻̯̩̘̰̥̱͚̩̯̯̗̖̘̥͖̉͛̽̾̓̑̈̾͊͊͑͂̓͑̆̒́̉̽̑̀́͌̊͑́̅͂̅̾̆͊͐̒͆̏̚͜͜͝ͅͅi̵̢̛̖̦̠̳̘̝̠̳͚͍̟̰̮̞̰̦̳̗̦̩̖̝͓̝͇̤̗͎̭̓̅̓̈́̋̄͆̒̌̆̇͊̓̋̈́̄ķ̵̨̡̨̧̗͓͕̮͔͙̤͇͉̫͔̹͕͎͓̰͕͍̘̤͓̘̞̐̍́̈́̉̿́̈́̎͊́̈̽͌̋̆͒̓̉̎̉̄͛̇̒͘͘͝͝͠ͅę̵̢̗̘̳̘̥̟͚͓̣͉̻̜̲̫̹͖̪̬͇̲̙̗̤̫̰͉̱̻͓̬̘̣̺̗͙̀̽̓̔̀̌͛̾̃̅̀́̇̄̉̃̏͐̃̀̇͐̿̈̅̆̈̒̓̃̀̎̕̕͘̚̕͜ͅ ̷̡̡̧̯̱̩̘̳̰̬͇̳̤͎̩̻̩̘̻̰͙̥̹̠̲̦͍̠̪͕͔̋̋̇͐̃́̄͊̓͂̕͝͝ţ̵̨̛͔͔̜̤̘͕̭͚͎̦͈̘̘̮̮͓̜̙̮͉̰̦̪̖̲̰͍͓̻̪̘̻̲̈́́͐̎̆͐̓̊̑͂̀̇́̇̅̓̄̈́͋̏̀̎͂̅̈́̇̕͘͘͜͠͠͠͝͝͝h̶̛͖͍̪̝̤͕͎̹̯͚͖̘̿̈́̽͐͂̑̀͒̔̋̒̄̚͠i̶͍̗͓̫̎̽̌͛͂̒̇̿̈́s̴̢̧̧̨͓̗͈̜̥͚̜͉̞͎̭̗͕̞͖̻̞͔̯͍͔̫̙̝̺͍̝̫̹̩̜̠͙̜̤̑̂̇̈́̇̀́̾̏̓̀̎̏̉̋̅̏̒͆͗͌̏̔͗́͂̎̇̉͘͘̚̕͠͠?̶̡̨͇͔͍͓͈̝̹͙͓̙̰͖̥͎̯̹̣̘͚̙̫͕̠̝̘̰͉͈̘̪̝̪̬̘̙̫̞͊̈́͊͛̔̀̓̔̍͗̏͒ͅ”

The last words TSC spokes sounds like bunches of gabbles spoken through old speakers. The small pig mob immediately peaked at the noise.

Blue winced at the noise then nodded. “Yeah, that.” TSC deadpanned. “Well, I have no idea how I was able to speak this language. I don’t even remember how-“

Suddenly, the small pig mob speak up-

“Ơ̴̡̧̧̨͇̫͉̪̤̯̘̳͕͚̖̗̂͜ͅh̷͔̳͇͖̬̰̰̾̏̋͆̌͒͗͌̆͘ͅ!̸̛̩̜͔͖͉̯̦̤̦̩̣̀̑̍̔͂̐̒̇́̊́̅͠ͅ ̸̧̻͕̮̟̺̄̔̍̈́̀͒͑͂Y̷̬̯̤̳̪̱̩̖̆̆͋͒͝͠͠ò̷̘̮̪̻̘̰͗̈̐͌u̶̧̧̫͙̦͎͙̦̜̣͇̲͇̗̣̖̣̾̃̽̓̂̌͒̂̋̆̈́̃͂̏̀͒̕͜͠ ��̡̨̮͔̟̫͈̼͖͓͕͕͓͓͇̮̬̣̫̌͊̉͋͛̈́̃̂̇̃̍̾͠͝͝s̸̢̼̬̔̈́̄͒̇ͅp̶̡̫̰̭̪̼̫̹͎̻͔͉͎̞̹̠̯͗̆̈́̋̈́̎͐͋͆̑̐̏e̴̠̪͔̪͉͕̩͚̙̤͉̝̠̭̐̂̑̏̑́͒̒͑̇͋͊̆̇̆̀͘͘͜͜͝a̴̖͓͙̭͕̝̻̩͗̒̀̿̋͛̂͊́͌͋̑̕͠͝͠ķ̴̛̭̯̘̻̺͙̹̪̱͉̬͚͖̣̝̹̘͛͌̏͑̌̾̌̎̍͗͜ͅ ̷̢̛͚̲̺̟̝̙͆̔̍̀̓͌̊̑Ḛ̸̛̮͍̋͒̎̐̓̐̇̊̕ͅn̶̨̹̿́̇͌͗̽̈̽̊̑̉̂͛̅̓̓͝͠͝d̴̢̛̹̪͍̗̹̲̫̮̜̼̝̔͋͗̒̓̑͒̎̎̈́̈̈́̃̄̌̋̊̓͘ẻ̴͇͙̰̳͈̹͓̲̩͕̤̜͎̮͕̓́́̈̿̈́̋̽̏̅̌̓͆́̋͗̇͜ͅŗ̸̟͎̘͈͇̙̠̮̤̲͕̲̘̜̙̖̈́͆͑̔̓̽͛́̓̀͘̕ͅ ̴̨̢̱̞̪̖̜̹̳̖̝̫̠̘̩̞͈͕̗̞̓͑͌̔̿́̊̑̉̇͆̍͗̚̚l̴͎͓̫̣̪̭̀̿̓̑̅͐̄̿́̆͑á̷͖͉̥̤̰̖̓̊̃͑͋̉͊͛͜n̷̢̦̱̩͎̭͇̹̞̬̱͇̫͉̦͔͆̒͘ǧ̴̡̧̧͔̟̟̱̯̩̬̟̘̭͙͔̲̑͗͜ͅư̸͈͔͙̟̗͇̺̲̫̇̈́̏́̉̕ȁ̸̠̮͔͓̣̟͉͓̩͕̝̝̹͚̰̖͒̆̃̌̆g̷̭͕̗͙̠̺̺̣̻̣̱͕̺̼̀͑̾́̅̋̎̚̕͜͝e̴͚͈̼̬͉̊̑̈́̈̑͗̒͑̂̚̕͝!̸̻̲̳͊̈́̃͊͊̐̂ ̵̩̔͑̎̔̚Ì̷̧̩̼̲ͅ ̴̪̤͈̐̄̇̆̅̓̄̅̅͌͊͒̈́̒́̾͑̓͘ḟ̶͈̲͍͔̬̮͍̼̼̟̦̜̼̟̠̳͚̙̕ͅͅǫ̶̻̲̾̈́̽r̶͉̠͓̗̈̕g̸̢̨̡̲̩͇͖̳̞̥̻̰̮̘̘̫̈́͌̐̽̈e̴̛͔̥̫̦͗̈́͝ͅt̵̨̡̡̞̳̲̱͚̰͖͎̖̮̂͗̋̂̏͋!̸̧̢̛̹͍̪͓͉̖̦͖̯̦̖̩͖͓͈͓̥̆̾̑̄̃͆͗̽͑͆̉̃̈́̈̕͠”

Two stick figures stares at the small pig mob in disbelief. Blue then pointed at the mob in TSC’s arms. “Did they just-?”

“You…” TSC begins but paused.

“Ý̴̛̟̟͔͚͚̪̼͓̝̳̟͙̑͊̇̈͂̓̑͐̔͑̓̀͗̆͌̿̀̈͘̕͝͝͝͠͝ͅo̶̧͕̥̞͚̘͎̱̮̳̠̲͔͙͈̜̗̦̦̦̪̟̯͒͋͆̇̈́̑̓̀̅̈̀͂̌̇̿̈́̏̀̕̚͝ͅu̶̘̬̘͋́̂̐̃͐̋͛͗́̇͠ ̵̢̡̛̛͔̙̖̙̻̝̲̜̟̥͈̰̲͉̟͓͉̺̯͖̬̐̑̉̀͋̾̎̈́̐̓̆͊̆̉͌̐̆͐̅̔̃͒͘͜͠͠c̵̛̪̹̠̟̠̪̰̤̬̝̮̘͙̜̩̜̊̂̄̏̓̓̅̊͋̓̾͐̒̈̍̀͐̔͐͊̉̕ͅa̵̡̨̡̟̻̰̳̞͙͓̭̬͙̰͚͛̿̎́̀̂́̓̇͗̈́̍̌̇́̏̄͌̈́̀̀͑̀̈̈́̚̚̚͜n̴̡̨̡̢̧̗̦̙͚͙̣̺̝͓̟̻̙̯̦̠̜̖̼̟̩̜̠̼̿̂̈́̓͌̃̍̿̋̄͋̇͗̾̈́̍̐̓̕͝ͅ ̴̨̧̹͉̜̮̣̲͇̪͈͇͔̥̟̤̜͚̫̱̙̬̭̣̞͔̇͑̅̉̅̌̐͋̌̈́̈́͗̄̌͌͂̈́͠s̸̯͖̳̥̩̯̭̙̠̜̣͚̙͎͂p̸̧̞̞͍͔̯̘̟͙͎̀̆̐̅͒͛̓̑̽͒̅̈́̀̾̈͝͠ẹ̷̛̼͙͕̆͌͐͆͛̋̐͊́̉̍́̉̚͝͝a̵̛̛̼͉͈͎̹̗̦̳̻͆͒͌͑̀͊̋̆̐̽̎̔̊́̇́̓͗͐̓͗̔̚͠͝k̶̡̡̡͙̱͈̫̭͔͓̤̱̗̰̱̹̱͆-̷̡̢̨̟̗͓̝͓̖̭̗̰͇̫̞̜̙̊̎̇͊̊͑͊̽̅̄͛͋̔̏̏̿́̈́̚͠͝͠ͅ ̴̝̟͚̀͆͂̊̓̈͂ͅu̸̡̧̨͚̗̗̣̼̯͙̺̙̤̼͕͔͍̹͎̼͖̜̥̠̙̼̓̊̈́͆ͅͅȟ̸̨̩̗͉͙̲͈͈̜̰̭͖̣̪̖̬̰̬͇̮͙̺͔̞̰͖͉̊̂̓̓̌͊̌͋̉͑̍̈́̀̃̃̍̈́́̚̚͘͜͜͝ͅ,̴̨̧̛̰̯͔͍͖͈͎͙͍͎̬̫͇̣̳̦̩͉͌́̇̿̏̽͛͆̾̊̑̎̋̒͋̅̑̓͘̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅ ̵̧̧̨̹͓̱̟̻̼̮̖͓͇͎͇̬͉̲͖̟̝͉̪̜̃̋̏̎̈́́̆̇̄̒̇̇̐͆̕͜ȩ̶̹̼̣͒̒̅͠͠n̵̢̛̦̟͍̼̭̖̬͍͔̻̙̼̤͔͍̺͍̏͂́̓̀̀͆̎̎̾̽̀́̓͑͠ḑ̴̢̡̺͖̘̮̥͍̲͙̪̙̣͍͙̖̩̭̲̫̥̮̼̌̑̌́̋̉̓̐̏̍̇͊͑̀̇̓̈́̓͒̐͒͜͜͝͝e̴̢̢̲̣͎̘̻̯̣̜̻̗̠̺̜̖̥̱͔͙̾̊͋̉̉͒̔̇́̅̅̿͊̏̈́̍̎̏̓̀͛̀̚͜͝͠ŗ̶̢̡̙̙̜̯͇̣̰͓̖̪͕̗̣̣̼̝͓̟̰̿̽̋̈́̀̅̐͂̃̒́͌̑͛̉̉͘͝͝͝ ̸̡̡̨̗̞͇̗̳̩̤͔͚͈̫̙̯̪̲̟͌̄̈̎́͗̎͐̓̚͝l̶̢̢̧̧̡̟̯̣̮̤͇͍͈̼̲̻̭̖̦̬̘̪̱̯̣̻͐͊̃̄̇͌̄̉̀̈͛̇̉̌̾͒̚͜ͅͅa̶̘͆͋͒́̂̍̉̄͛̏̉ņ̴̢͈̹̑͋͗̾̀̾̔̽̍͆̿͒̎̌͌̅̑͌͆̈́́̅͛̃̂̓̀͜͝ģ̸̻̳̫̪̙̬͙̲͎͎̤̺͍͙͎̱̝̱̰̖̈́͛̚͘͠ů̶̢̝̼̤̱̮̝͍̪̇͘ͅȃ̷̧̻̰͉̤̞̲͕͉̲̞̭͓̤̻g̶̛̖͛̽͐̀̌́̈́̈́̃̅̎̏͂͆̉͌́̓͑͊́̇̾̊̏͘͘͠ͅę̴̡̢̟͙̮̼̟̙̬̫̯͖̼̥̫͖̭̭̮̲͎̺̜͚͈̤̆̒̆̐̒͗͗̇̇͊̀́̋̈́͊͝͠?̷̖̥̼͖̤͉̫̰̠̲̫̈́̑̍͂̏͒̓̿̑̿̽̇̈̽̉̀̐͘͜͠”

The small pig mob nodded excitedly.

“Huh.” TSC said then look at Blue with widened eyes , “Apparently what I was speaking is called Ender language. And this little guy can speak it as well.”

Blue’s eyes are widened as well. “What?” She says in disbelief. TSC then looks back down at the small pig mob.

“É̴̛͎̥̝͍̞͈͖̔͛͌̀̈́͒̾͗̈́̊̈́͌̕͠r̶̨̛̼͖̩̋̿̂̿͛́̏̅͐͛͊̈́̈̋r̸̲̹̹̭͚͖̰̯͕̮̼͓̹̄̉̐͋͐̐̽͒͊̚,̸̛̮͚̻̫̅͋ͅͅ ̸̲̱̘̱̯̳̰̗̘̗͕̈͗̀̆̈́̈̅̌ͅc̴̣̝̺̘̳̳̟͊͛̎̀͗̈́̇̊̿̒͠ͅa̸̰̰̗̭̭̹͍̫̳̺̫͛̄́̇̈͘n̴̨̼̪̩͖̈́͌̓ ̴̡͓̺͓̠͖͙̠͎͔̫̞͙́̋̊̎̚ͅy̵̡̡̯͕̙̭̻͕̠͐́̀̑͘ŏ̷̱͚̰̩̭̈́̿̄̐̓̽̎̅͆͆̆̓̈̚͘ừ̵̡̨͍̤̖̪̙͙͚͎̯̳̌͗̏̈̃̂̏̊̌̈͂̑͋͠ͅ ̷̧̧̞̘̳̮̳͈̗͕̽͆͑͂̂͒̎̓̄͑̾̆̅͋͌͛̄ͅt̸̟̖̞̺̤̐̒́͊̄͛̐̔̐͑̉͗͑e̷̲͓͈͝ļ̵̣͎̻̣̺̟̟̻̬̔̐̀l̸̛͈̻͍̑̉̄̌̇́̏̓̌̅̓̀͝ ̸̡̪͔̙̘͈̼̹́̍̄̐̏̅̚͝͝͝m̴̯̤̮͈̣͕͉̥̣̯̭̒̔̔̎̔͗͌̏̕͝ẽ̶̻̇̓̚ ̴̨̡̦̯͔̰͕̘͕̌̃͂̒̒̏͊̓͛̾̓͑͂̌͘̕̕͜w̴͕͓̣͕̳̭̫̠̥̟̭̻̄̈́̀̇̊̓̕͘͜͝h̷̨̙̤͉̲̪̗̻̖̫̬̻̿̾͑̂̑͑ͅa̶̧͙̗̥͍̻̱̦̫̮̱̣̜̻͑̎͒͝t̵̡̩͚̖̻͈̻̳͙̣̜͋͑ ̶̟͎͉̥̟͇͚͈̥͔͊̆͆͊̈́̄̆̅̀͘̚̚̕͝ͅͅḳ̶̡̨̡̖͓̙̼̩̞̬̇̉͝ͅį̸̓̎̀̿͗n̸̼̟͐̋͌́̉̐̄̊̀̽́̃͐͆̄͒d̴̼̲͍̫͈͇̙̏̿̓͑̾̽̋̽̈̀̓̈͜ ̴̨̰̜̰͚̩̻͈͓̞̘̝̐̆͠ǫ̷̩̪͇̬͍͕̭̲̩̋͊̿͐̏̂̓̋͋͋͊̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝f̵̨̡̤̰̮̝̹̤̫̯̣̦͕̞͚̓͗̓͂̊̾̾̾̃̽̃̔̐̓͑͘͘ ̶͖̦̘̙͉̲̬̭͛̈́̾͐͛͂̀͂̔̔̉͗̍̾̕͝͝m̸̡̧̨̢͇͖̜̭͕̣̞̖̩̖̹̮͙͑̎̓́̅̂ơ̶̗̬̫̟̼̹̫̙̒̾̌͑͝b̷̹̩͖̯̫̭̮̭͑̔͒̀̆̌̃͊̕ͅ ̶̡̢̞̙̣͍͕͉̫̜͙̆̎̊̉̇̓̍̇̓̒́a̸̟̬̺̲̱͎̩̦͚͈̩̖̦͂͑̀́̔̍̀̆̈́̆̏͘̕͜͝͝r̵͇̓͝͝͝͠e̸̘͇̾͌̈̎̔̊̆̓͠ ̵̨̨̬̳̬̬̬̯̞̝̤͛́̚͜͝ͅy̸͇̰̲̱͇͇͙̒̐͝͝ͅò̴͕̮͈̠̺̆̄͒̓̏̏̔̂ǘ̷͉̖͍̮͔̭͕̰̥̞̖̘̩͋̀́͐̀̈́͑̂̈͝?”

The small pig mob looks up at TSC and opened its mouth,

“Ỉ̵̖̏̉’̷̰̲͍̆̓̈́͑m̸̟̩͖̳̊͝ ̷̨̣̣̍͗̓͜a̷͈̙̓̆́ ̵͔̾ͅͅP̶̢̩̯̘̀̂î̵̟̗g̶͕̘͗̈́ĺ̴̦i̶̜̱̋̓͊n̴͈̻̆!̷͕̍͌̔ ̷̛͚́À̶̤̥̍̍̊ṋ̶̛͖̂̒̚ḍ̴̊̉ ̶̞͗͊͑̿ỳ̸̭̇õ̶̱̓̈́ͅų̷̳̬̾̑͐ ̷̛̗͇̳̰͋̕ä̸́̎ͅr̶̟͘e̸͚̠͐̉̍̇ ̴̹̞̦͐̽̕ä̸̤̭́́̑͘n̸̰̮̠̚ ̷̯̄̈́͝Ê̷̲͉̽̄͒ͅͅn̶̹̈d̷̬̃͂͛̑ḙ̷̡̼͗̆̀̉r̸̡̩̥̈́m̵̐̂̂̂ͅą̶̦͈̆̅̈͊͜n̸͙̈́͛̊̐!̶̡̺̯̐̊̓̈́”

Then it tilted their head in curious manner.

“Ȁ̶̢̛̮̳̳̥̝̠̳̪̥̬̜̻̓̔̂͒̎ ̶̛̹̮̟͖̰͍̻͇͓̰̲̘͇̙͓̫̄̐̌̎̄͋̔̌̓̇̇͒̽͌͊̚s̴̢͔͉͕̫̞̮̻̫͎͚̗̘̝̦͒̃̈́̋́̕̕͠ṯ̸̛͎̳͐̆̑̌͑͘r̸͔̦̻̺͎̼͍̦̐͒͒͊̚͜á̶̢̏̉̔͛ṋ̷̛͈̺̺̩͍̭͉̪̣̞̫̝̬̖̃͑͒͑̀̽̈́̑̊̾̃͘͜͜ģ̴̟̩̩̪̞͖̮̭̫̯͕̥̩͊̓́̿͜͠ͅe̶̞͕̗̜̩̣̫̞̠͚̼̘͖͈͌̋ͅ ̸̧̧̢̛͙͇̘͕͍̩͇̭̬̹͔̈́̈́͋́͂o̸̦̭̖̖̘̱͚̮̝̩͛́̈́͋̓̍͆͆r̷̠͔̝̥̲̎̃̐̃̔̑̀͝a̷͕͖̜̖̭͖̬̬͉̠͍̰͔̿̔̉͆̀̂̍̉́͐̈́̂͜͝ņ̵̨͍̙͉͚͔͚̻͇̣͉̬͖̰̈́͋̇̈́̔̓̓̊̌̀͛͝g̸̢̨̬̜̝̘̹̠̮̯̤̬̥͎̺̍̿̊͆̌̿͛̈́̌̒̽̈́͊̐̕͝͝ȩ̸̧̛̯̼̺͓̬̤̰̪̦̾͆̽͛̽̍͆́̀͐̋̾͒ ̸̢̛̫̭̱͍̫̖̓̽̅͋̇̓̄É̶͕͇̹̩́́̂̀̍͌ñ̶̢̡̻͖̩̖̥͖̳̗̝̬́̓̓͘d̴̜͈̠̫̼̦͊̀̋͑̇̌̽̍̄̐e̷͎̊̈͌̏͑̉̔͝ŗ̷̡̛̳̘̜̥̟͈̮̯͔̞̹͍͍̘͂͋̅̐́̀́́̒̌̕̕m̶̭̞̗̮͎͚͍̜͎̼̬̠̞̠̺͇̝̈́̓a̸͉͎̲̪̬͔̮͕̭̝͉̋͆̄͜͜n̷̛͔̘̘͆̋̀̏̓͆͗͐̕͝.̶̢͎̺̱̣̪̹̖̥̹̺͇̣̀̉͋̉̎̊̾̀͆̆̐͌͘”

TSC scoffed lightly. “This one is called a piglin. I guess a baby version of a piglin mob…“ Then TSC looks up at Blue with an exasperated expression. “And they just called me a strange orange Enderman.”

Blue slapped her hand over her mouth in as attempt to stop her laughter.

TSC just sighed. Then they tilted their head in thoughtfulness manner before they looked down as the baby piglin in their arms.

“S̴̡̢̙̳̞̬̮̙̮̯͈̰̄̂̋̃̓̇̉̉͋͑́́̍͐̚ȁ̶̢̧͖̳͕̥͕̬̭̠̮̫̕ÿ̴͈̥̗̖͇̠͕́̈́̇̿,̶̞̝̘̘̬͖̲͍̩̣̲̺͔̦̖̓̑̆̋̾̇̕͝͝ ̸̨̨̘̘̫̹̱̮̣̤̏̾͠͝ļ̴̡̡̘͉͓̭̖̰̥̯̦̮͆͊̅̑i̴̩̞͓̲͍͇̞̮̱͈͍̭̤͕̗͕͛͆͛̒̈́t̷̛̺̹̼̗̞͈̺͚͎̱̙͛̓́̉͐̓̉͌̈́͝t̵̼̫̼͚͈͕̩̀̌͌͜͠l̶̡̨̧̛̼̭̳͔̳̭̝̠̗͗̈͂͐́͗̔̽̀̈́̐͗̏̽͘e̸̢̜͈̘̱̞̯͚̺̩̮͖̭̠̓͆͆̓̄́̆̂̃ͅ ̴̨̟̝̰̺͙̼̤̳̯̹͉͕̹͕͙̇̾̒̅͌̒̊̈́͗̉ͅo̶̯͋̆́̉̎͌͝n̸̯̼̱͈͎̣̜̪̰̠̹̄̀̀͠ȩ̷̲̫͓̗̗̽̓̾͗̇͜,̷̥̤͕̙̬͚̹̮̘̻̰̼̆̈́̔̓̍̍̓́̔̀̉̾̔͘͠͠͠ͅ ̷̧̡͕̟͚̩͙͎̠͓̩͉̤̤̰̙̉̅́̔̈̀̉̒̿̀̈́̿̿̆͜͝ţ̸̧̻͙͖̤̆̏͒́͂͑̎ͅh̶̛̥̘͖̣̟̱̃ͅį̷̡͉͓̯̳͔̭̱̫̒̑̒̇̌͊̀̅̅̀̑͗͛͌̏s̸̭̥̫͎͍͕̫̓̄̍̋̎̓̍̌́̓̂̎͑̚͘̕͠ͅͅ ̶̡̧̖̣͈̥͙̜̗̲̹͖̱͖̥̆͜ͅi̵̧̡̠͕̠̦̬̐͑̌s̴̡̡̢̮̫̊̏͒͑͐̈̿͆̄̋̕͝͝ ̴͎͇͙͈͎̳͖̬͎̟̩͙̟͍̇͋͋͜͠m̷̻͇̟̠͇̺̺̤͍̤̝͙̾̋̃͗̓͘ͅͅŷ̸̢̨̧̢̩͈̭̺̹͓̤͉̘̹̉̐̆̀̉̃̕͝͝͝ ̸̨̦̰͇͖̥̘̲͖̣̮͕̈́̿͗̏͛́̇̐͒͗̄̔͠͝f̶̧̢̛̛̟͇͚̖̲̦̲̹͚̜͈͌̾͂̈́̿̄͘͘ͅr̷̠̣̘̗̳̬͓̄ͅi̶͙̣̼̝̜̩̰̞͖̤̱̣̜̥̥̺͒̅͂̅͆ę̸̝͚͕̠͚̙̬̗͕̻̪͚͂̾͛͗̔͌͒͌̈͌̕̕͜͜ͅń̵̺̜̎̈́͗̀́̈́̌͒̀͝d̸̡͙̩̫̪̬̙̩͍̗̯̳͓̆ ̶̧̝̩̳̞̫̥͚̿̆̾͆̇̿̒̈́̕ͅB̷̨̨̯̼͉͖́̑͊̃́̌́͌̕̚͘l̵̫̙͉̠̖̠͗̿̀͊̐͂͜ú̶̗̯̝̘͎̰̝̅̑̔̔̆̍̿̀͑͒ȩ̴̛̛̲̠͔͙̘̍̑̂͑̀͂͜.̴̗̫͚̙͕̘̱̪̘̗̐̽́̒̓͒͘͜͝ͅ”

They gesture to Blue with their head, making the baby piglin look at her. Blue quirked an eyebrow.

“Ş̸̘̔́͝h̶̫̝͚̔͂̇͝e̵̦̤͗̍ ̵̞̙̽̒̚̚c̷̡͓̥͈͂o̴̮͎̫͎͛̌̍m̴̹͑e̶̹͙͎̻̎͌s̵̓͜ ̵̨͖̺͉̑͑̕h̶̼̆̚e̸̳̟͛̊̕͝r̶̢̆ȩ̷̳̹͊̏͂͘ ̷̥̪͚͑̐̚í̴͇͉̓n̷̲̻̜̉ ̷͔̺̠̅̕ä̵̝̳͍̬͒ ̷͍̲̅͝s̶̡͔̎̑̍͑e̵͚̼̥͓̍à̵̢̭r̴̲̖̭̍͜c̵̼͠h̴̗̦̟̼̀̇͝ ̶͒͆͜f̷̩̝̜̎̐̕o̶͇͙̰͚̊̌r̵͎͈̝͎̄̌̀ ̷͔̼͔͍̊n̴̜̋̊̑e̴̛͍t̶̝͕͗̂̕h̴̡͚̩͈̓͊é̶̦̠͙̈̉͝r̷̢̻̬̮̀̿̽̊ ̵̞͉͑̆w̵̟̤̗̉͐͐̋a̵͖̰͑r̸̤͚̕t̷̪̳̿̂͊s̴͍̱̈́̋͌ͅ.̶̢̦̈ ̷̫̝̽́̄͘I̴̮̩̊̆͝ ̸̼̜͍̌͂͝c̸͚̖͈̓̾̀ͅo̸̠̣͈̪̐̒m̴̗͗̚e̴̘͒̃̊͠ ̸̩͍͑́̀͝a̸̤̦̐l̵̜͛ͅó̴̭n̵͕̮͌̾͂̀g̵͙̦̩͂̒͋͝ ̵̛̞͎͍̣̏ẃ̵̡̤͈i̴̙͑͛̽t̴͎͕̼̊͆̆̋h̶̦̝̹̓͗̕ ̶̱͚͙̓̅̄h̶̢̚ê̶̼̭̿͑͝ṙ̴̝̣̩̆͝ ̸͓̏t̷̝̬͌ö̵̪̞̹̻̽̔̚ ̶̨̮̠̔h̵̗̲̝̪̎͝ȩ̴̒̀͑̃l̵̞̤̪̔͗p̶̧̜̓̈́̈́ ̵̢̛̣̏͑͘h̴͕̍͐̕͝é̷̼̔ȑ̷̛̠ ̷͙͚̈̽̃̀f̵̨̈́o̵̗̫̹̒̆͂͝r̶̭̞̽ ̵̜̯̟̓̈́̍̽ͅh̵̤̙̭̚é̸̤̬͆̿̈́r̵̜͈̉̅̓ ̵̠͍̈́͠͝s̴̬̏e̸̞͒a̵̦͈̜̭͂͊͊r̶͉͍̉̈́̓̕c̸̫̀͂̕͝ḫ̶̡̻̅.̶͖͕̒̌”

The baby piglin then looks back at TSC with a questioning look. TSC seemed to understand the baby mob’s unspoken question and answered it-

“W̸̧̲͙͖̦͙̫̥̬̫̘̱̝͓͂̽̂̑͒́͘ͅȩ̷̨̛̺̮̤̹͕̥͊͂̈́͗̐̾͆͑́͛̕͝ͅ ̷̭̭̦͔͙̥̙͓̘̞͊̓̄͂̔̈́̀̓͊̀̾̕̚c̵̡̘̰̤̠̦͓͙͎̦̠̫͔̝͍̳͆̌͌͌́̒̂̑͑͠ͅo̵̧͊̈́̀͗̓̿m̸̮̼̮̰̈́͊̆̽̋̌̑͗̄̄̐̋̽͒̍e̴̡̠̹̜͔̫̮̲̫͉̙͖̬̟͊̎͋̆̽̏͘ ̵̡̱̎ṭ̷̢̗͖̩̤̖̺͎̞̫̙͚͖̹̓͆̏͗͛̈́̽̅͆̈́͒̚͝ͅͅh̷̟̤̤͔͍̗̐̇̓̒͊̕̕r̶̛̦̳̼̩̯̩̹͕̟̯̽̈̋̑̈́͊̏̄͆̂̔̅̂̄͘͝ͅͅỗ̷̡̖͚̘͎͓̯͚̻͍̼̘͉͎̆̇͘̚u̶̖̼͕̘̙̇́̿́̽͆̑͘ͅģ̶̠̦̝͎͈̮̥̤̙̲̰̾̏͜ḧ̵̢̛̩̟̻̻͚̥́̾͆̈́͠͝ ̶̨̧̢̛̣͖̹̬͍͉̗̰͙̫̯͋̓̆̒̽͘͜͝f̴̧̬̤͗̇̉͌̉͐̀͗̈́̍͊́̇̀̈̚ͅr̶̰̗̪͑̏̆̐̏͌̕͝ͅơ̴̢̨̢̪͓̻̺̱͖̝͉͕͔̋̉̔̑̀̋̚͝͝m̴̢͚̟̲̫͚̩̙̳̬̓͒̇̊̓̏̓̑̿͠ ̶̡̧̱̗̠̙̲̘̲̳̭̙̪̑̂͂͒̅̇̆̏̽͘͘̕͝ͅͅt̷̢̢̢̡̥̪̲̥̗̙̙̻͖̯̤̑̑͛͜͜ḩ̶̳͖̼̹͉͔̫͖̣͇̳͔̣̗̻̈́̾̀̋̕͘͜é̶̬̤̰̦͖̥͎̝̍̉̿̂͒̋͂̇͛̚ͅ ̵̨̛̮̼̼͉̦̘̲͔͍͚̝̟̦̘͐̈́̍̾̍͛͗̌̕͝ͅn̷̨̧͖̮̹̭̙̠̯̹̮̼̣̆̈́̎̊̒͝e̵̢̠̱̮̻͍̗͕̔́̉̒̄ͅt̴̲̭̜͖̮͈̱̻̜̗̬͔̬͇̣̲̂̔̑͛̑̈́͊̈́͋͑̍͋̕͜͠͝͝h̴̺̥́̐͛̒̀e̴͕̺͝r̴̡̲̜̟̜̬̯̹̯̗̱̫̻͈̠̖͖͒̋͐̅̓̃͘͝ ̵̨̳̮͈̺͈̯͕̮̙̦̂̑̏͜ṕ̵͔̗̪̃̄̃̃͠͝͠͝o̶̝̲̳͙̙͉͙̟̰̳͊̎̊̐̒̈́̚͜ṟ̶̡̮͚͑͒̒̾̀̈́͌̉̚ṭ̸̤̝̟̮̬̠͉͆̀͆̕͝͠a̵̡̢̼͚̠̙̦̭̗̜͓͔̬̬͙̪̐̂̍͒͗̌́̀̓̀͌̚̕͘l̵̢͕̥̳̤͔̮̱͕͔̭̤͍̃͂̆̔̔̇̎̍͋͑͝.̴̨̞̻̲͖͍̬͉̠̥̭̘̙̍̃”

The baby piglin lets out an understanding ah.

“Ḁ̸̡̡̡̧̖̣͇̺̫̜̳̙̐͐͂̈̄n̸̢͇̦̲̰̙̲̝̟̙̟̈̂͋͗̓̿͂̏̏͌͗̂̓͝y̷̨̧̪͎̞͉̲̹̬͓̠̰̎̄̒̈́͒̅̂̾̍͠w̷͛̾̈́̍ͅa̸̝͍̰̗̫͈̝̭̻͇̜͛̿̌̒͗̆͊̆̓͋̍̈́̕͝͝͝ͅy̷̢͕̦̹̫̮̘̖͖͖̰̰̲͖͓̲͈̎͌̅͊̔͆̕,̷̢̺̭͎͎̞̺̹͇̭̱͉̄̈́͌̐̌̆̈̈́̋̇̚̕͠͠͝ ̶̛̺͈̇͐͒̓͊̓͒̕̕̕̚͝w̷̰͒̀̀́̋̋̆͊̉̆̍̄͛̄͘͜͠͝ͅõ̸͓͈͈͑̂̅́̔̄̒͋͗͛̕͝ͅn̴̡̪͓̟͕͖̺̗͙͈̘̭̬̎’̶̧̹͌̀̎ṯ̷̨̨̛͎̟͈̣̳͍̙̗͖̍̃̾̎́͌͊͐̈̈́́͐̇̍̕͝ ̷̡̬̦̖̥̥͙̳̭͚̆y̵̲̦̝̹̹̥͉̼̙̮͕͐̉̊̓́̒̆͆̋̎͝͝o̵̢͆̾̇́̓͑̆͝͠ū̸̲̘̾͆̀͐̏͘͝ ̵̨͉̣͉͓̬̲̗̲̗͎̟̊̈́̇̚͜h̷̡̹̩̟̥̆̽̌̔̄͆̈̆͘͘͝ą̸̨̛̣̲̠͍̰̻̟̟̘̯̘̯͜͜͝p̵̙͎̺͍͉̼̲̯̮̤̳͖̔̐͆͛̾̂̌̅̃̍́͠ṗ̴̡̛̣̭͙͕̠̞͎̤͚̻̍̔͌̊ė̸̢̨̜̯̰̣͈̱̫̤̯͓̇̐̈̅͆͘͜n̴̺̙̂̌́͊̈̀͊̿͑̎ ̶̨̺̫͙̹̪̠͖͓̝̯͍͆̐̓̓̇̍̔̀̒͐̕̕͜͝t̶̻̺̐̔͊̋̇ǫ̵͇̙̪̮̳̓̆͗͋̅̈̚ ̵͍̗̦̜̈́̆͒̀̆̀͗͗͂̈͘͘̚͝ͅǩ̷̖͇̀́͌̿͒́͝ͅň̶̢͓͎̼̬͙͔̩̭̣̱͈̟̗͖̇̓͘ỏ̷͉̱̠͖̖͖̩̜̬͈̝̰̟̺̲̆́̆̀̍́̎̕w̸̳̭̝͚̩͉̗̝͔̮͕̣̫̎̈́̂͠ ̶̢̗̠̰͖̈́͠͝w̶̡̭̭̼͉͈̹͈̟̮̣̞͂̇͗́̚h̶̲̬̱͙͍̻͍͔̺̞̫̟̜̙̫͚͐̊͒̊̄̑͆̀̂̂͒͘͜ȩ̴̱̦̞̹̳̼͇̭̣̩̩̮̹̞̣̏͜r̷̡̢̛̖̭̬̺̺͎͙̲̰̻͎̻̻͇͕̈́̽͗̉͗́̾̾̕e̷̛͍̣̭̻͛̍̒͌̈́̀̿̏͘̚͠ ̸̲̲̘̜̺͓͈͚̹͖̗͌̀̏͜ĉ̵͖̘̦̘̬̌a̵̛̯̎͂͐̀̑̆́͆́̽͐̒̓͝ͅņ̸̡̨̙͇̯̱̥̲͓̹̭̫͇̜͌͌͒͐̏̌̈́̉̑̉̌̇͠ ̵̡͔̖̯̻̮̣̪͚͉̺̲̫̠̹͓̉͊w̷̪̘̺̤̻̼̟͓̜̙̎̎͊̂̿̓͒̒͝ȇ̸̞̼͔͓̻͇̜̭͙̳̣̰͎̹̬̈́̀̀̿̃̊̄̈́̌̕̚̕ͅ ̸̨̣̩͔͉͕͇̥̂̓̏̓̊͂̇̔̅̚f̸͇̣͎͓̖͓̞̯̦̹͔̥͇͇̊̍͗͊̔̑́̋̚͜͝͝i̸̢̢͖̎̌̈́̃̈́ņ̶̧̠̟̙̘̄̂̓̀̔͝d̵̦͚̳͉̋̽͌̿̿̀̈̈́͆̇͛͝ ̷̥͎̘̺͔͚̼̀͗̀̅̇̌̉̅͊̚̕̕n̴̛̙͍̩̝̰̉̾͑̆̑̓̑͂̅̈́̄̃̋́͘͝ͅé̴̡̻̻̟̠̤̈́͆̇̀͋̈ţ̴̡̗̹̤͇͒̽̋̒̚̕h̷̨̡̪̞̩̺̺̱͚̤̟̞̘͑ę̶̺͕͇͎̪͒̑̀̓͋͐̂̓͋͆́̎̚r̸̛̪̘̝͓͇̆̓̓͗͊̌̔́̍̑̈́̽̀̚͠ ̷͖̮͉̻̰͕̝̾͒͐̿̇̈̄̏̈̈́̀͜͠ͅẁ̷̟͉̑́̔̀̔̌̉̇̏̽̄̐͠͠ą̵͍̱̗̠̈́̐̓͠ŗ̴̨̢̼̝̥̳̰̗̠̣̲̲̥͇̈́͛͌̒͋̽̔̿̈͐̒t̷̘̱̖̙̆ş̶͈̪͎̱̥̖̰͂̀̎̏͝͠ͅ?̸̧̢̤̗̺̰͔̩̮͍̗̀͆̾͐͑̈́̾̂͜ͅ”

The baby piglin tilted their head in thoughtfully manner before eagerly nodding back at TSC, making them smile.

TSC then looks up at confused Blue as they puts the baby Piglin down. “They know where to find the nether warts.”

Blue gasps and smiles widely at TSC. “Really?!”

TSC nods as the baby piglin tugs at their clawed hands, making them look down at them. They squeaked out-

“L̶͓̝͙̯̰̘͕̯̾͗̆́̓̉̈́̍͘͝ę̶̨͓̳̹̯̼͔͖̃̓̈̈́ͅͅt̸̢̞͚̲̟͙͖̬̮̫̔͋̊̔͊͘͝ͅ ̷̨̡̹͍̘̼̠͎͓̞͓͉̖̮̭̌͆̓͊̑̅̾̈̌́̾̒́͘͝͝ͅm̷̨̡̢̟̺͔̠͖͕͎̺̣̟͉͐͛̀̈́͌̎ͅȩ̸̢͕̺͕͎͇̝͉̮̗̈́̆͊ ̴͚̝̻̞͉͙͔̓͂̓̍̄͐͐̈̐͊͐͊̿̕͘̚͠��a̸̡͚̼̝̥̤͍͇̯͓͗͛̋̀͠s̵̢̧̬̖͎̤̺̹̮͓͋̀̈́̑̃̚͝ͅk̷̦̝̫̤̉́̈́̚ ̷̢̤̤͈̤̻̗͚̲̪̮̰̦̭̰̄m̷̧̄͑̎̋̚̕y̴͈̯̞̗̦͑́̓̈́͝ͅ ̶̨̨͉̣͖͎̟͓̀̈̾͜͝ͅp̶̡̘̦̞̤̼̮͓͑͗̋̀̓̿͆͗͘͘̚͝͝ạ̷̢̟͎̳͍͖̬͇̼͓́̈́̀̈́́̅̈́̊̊͋̆̓͋̚c̶͔͇̞͊̈́̓k̷̛̮̖̘͉͕̈́͐͛̎̓͛̿̂͊͂̔͛̔͑̚̕ ̸̡͈͚͇̓͆́̚ẗ̵̛̛͕̤̤̹̬͕̠̥́̉̃̔̉͝ǫ̴̲͇͖̦͉̲̏͛̐͋̽͐͜͝ͅ ̵̧̧͚̗̘͚̘̎́͊̽͜͝ͅg̵̢̹̮̜̫͊̆͋͆͊̀̐̍̌̒̕͝͝͝͝u̷̮̥̣͓̐͂̽̈ͅi̷̩̮͖̳͈̤̠͓̜̤̊̀́̒̓̅̾̓͘̕ḑ̴̰̙̪̩̻̬̰̬̰͎̩̾ͅe̸̡̛̛̯̞͋̏̑̒̈́̈́͋́͘͝͝ ̸̛̬̠̇̒̑̐͌̒͂̈̊̍͒̚͘͝ư̴̲͇͖͈͈͈͚̹̼͉̹̦͎̮̳͎͗̍̀̋̀̀͌̑̍̒͂̾̿͘͜͝s̴͍̥̘̭̞͈͓͇̼̲̲͈͓̰͓̔̔̑ͅ!̵̨̢̠͓̗̺̜̞͎̝̗̟͔̦̙̑̍́͑͊̀̓͆͗͜͠ ̷̢̧̗̥͖̣̅͊̈́͒̾͒̾̐͠Ť̷͉̺̺̗͎̪̽̀͛͌̍͠͠ḣ̴̢̨̛̫͚̲̱͉̺͙̮̞̳͖̟̟̞͎̌̈́͗̓̈́̈́̊̾̐͝é̸̡̢̢͇̜̻̪̞̮͚͚͒̿̄ͅ ̵̺̀̈́̀̅̂̒͜t̸̨̢̡̠͓̟̣̦̮̪̰͈̟̙͍́̐̂͛r̷̨̫̩͎̈́͜i̷̛̟̦̻͉͇̰̣͎̓͋̓̀̽̀̈́̉͗̍̃̑̕̚͘͠ͅͅp̸̙̤̺̱͓̬̗͔̲͚̎̈̓̑͊̋̓͘̚̕ ̶̡͔̪͕̳̬̲̲̝̤̺̪͓̺̫͆͂̓͐̑́̌͑̎i̸̥͙͖͇͙̻̱̲̦͍̔̾͐̽̓͊͜͝s̴̡̢̜͍̰̠̣̫̰̜̻͈͕̏̉͂̇̾͂̕͜ ̷̛̣̫̟͔̟̩̣͎̮͈̳͌̈́̌̍̈̊̀̓̎̕͝l̴̨̡̨̮̣̥̻̝̹̲̮͖͗́o̵̘̟̭̣͍̻̹͓̯̖̣̜̖͋ͅn̷̢̢͔̼̦̟͚̺̒́͊̀̔̃͌́̓̇̇͂̐g̴̨̧̩̙̐͑̒ ̷̡̛͖̩̹͙̻͎̙̓̑̓̒͒̀̎̐̿̏͝͝ͅḁ̴̢̡͓̗̯̭̫͕͚̱͋̓̾̃̕͜n̷̢̛͖͙͛̂̓͌͐̋̑̂d̶͔̎ ̴͉͕̙̻̒̌͗̈̏͒̀̂̐̑̆̔͘͠d̷̡̨̯͔͕̮̗̩̳̺͓̑̓͋̚͜a̴̝̘͙̪̹͊̓͆̒̆̒͋͛̓͜͝͝ͅn̸̛̞̙̤̼̾̊̏͝g̶̢̥͕̹̞̰̣͑̀̎̆̏͗̏̓̅̏͌͝ě̴͈̤̗͚̬̯̰́̒̍͆̽͑̊̈́̏́̚ŗ̶͍̳̹̬̰̝͓̭͍̪͓̟͑̽͝ȍ̵̧̈́́̽̉̈́͒̚ū̵̹̹͍̦̦́̃̓́̅̾͐̇̚s̷̡̛̬̙͉̘̱͖̯̖̮̼̹̰̊̈́̎́̽͗̑͋́̍͌̈́̂̾͂!̷̧̧̳͕͍̱͖͔̾͋͐̿̒̆̍́̿̕͠͝”

TSC nods at them. “Okay.” They then glanced up at Blue. “They want to ask their pack to guide us there.” They then lightly shrugged their shoulders. “Apparently the trip would be long and dangerous.”

Blue blinked at the orange hollowhead figure. “Really? And can we trust them?”

“I know that I’m the most paranoid person in the group of stick figures and that is very ironic for me to say this but we could trust them.” They then turned to look up at the ceiling. “Besides, this place changed a lot than the last time we’re here. I think we could trust them.”

TSC then glanced back at Blue and smiled, “Whatever would happen, we can handle it together.”

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Part One

I used Zalgo text generator for Ender language.

And Yes, I decided that TSC is capable of speaking ender language. (Me poking funny at the fact of TSC being similar to Enderman)

Once again, I put the possible inaccurate informations of chronic pain. I hope that I got the basic information correct. Maybe I would go in depth about TSC’s chronic pain but for now, I’m working with the basic information of chronic pain.

Okay, I hope you genuinely enjoy this one.

Zalgo Text Translation:

ḷ̷̡̡̧̢̡͉͓̰̗̬̻̯̩̘̰̥̱͚̩̯̯̗̖̘̥͖̉͛̽̾̓̑̈̾͊͊͑͂̓͑̆̒́̉̽̑̀́͌̊͑́̅͂̅̾̆͊͐̒͆̏̚͜͜͝ͅͅi̵̢̛̖̦̠̳̘̝̠̳͚͍̟̰̮̞̰̦̳̗̦̩̖̝͓̝͇̤̗͎̭̓̅̓̈́̋̄͆̒̌̆̇͊̓̋̈́̄ķ̵̨̡̨̧̗͓͕̮͔͙̤͇͉̫͔̹͕͎͓̰͕͍̘̤͓̘̞̐̍́̈́̉̿́̈́̎͊́̈̽͌̋̆͒̓̉̎̉̄͛̇̒͘͘͝͝͠ͅę̵̢̗̘̳̘̥̟͚͓̣͉̻̜̲̫̹͖̪̬͇̲̙̗̤̫̰͉̱̻͓̬̘̣̺̗͙̀̽̓̔̀̌͛̾̃̅̀́̇̄̉̃̏͐̃̀̇͐̿̈̅̆̈̒̓̃̀̎̕̕͘̚̕͜ͅ ̷̡̡̧̯̱̩̘̳̰̬͇̳̤͎̩̻̩̘̻̰͙̥̹̠̲̦͍̠̪͕͔̋̋̇͐̃́̄͊̓͂̕͝͝ţ̵̨̛͔͔̜̤̘͕̭͚͎̦͈̘̘̮̮͓̜̙̮͉̰̦̪̖̲̰͍͓̻̪̘̻̲̈́́͐̎̆͐̓̊̑͂̀̇́̇̅̓̄̈́͋̏̀̎͂̅̈́̇̕͘͘͜͠͠͠͝͝͝h̶̛͖͍̪̝̤͕͎̹̯͚͖̘̿̈́̽͐͂̑̀͒̔̋̒̄̚͠i̶͍̗͓̫̎̽̌͛͂̒̇̿̈́s̴̢̧̧̨͓̗͈̜̥͚̜͉̞͎̭̗͕̞͖̻̞͔̯͍͔̫̙̝̺͍̝̫̹̩̜̠͙̜̤̑̂̇̈́̇̀́̾̏̓̀̎̏̉̋̅̏̒͆͗͌̏̔͗́͂̎̇̉͘͘̚̕͠͠?̶̡̨͇͔͍͓͈̝̹͙͓̙̰͖̥͎̯̹̣̘͚̙̫͕̠̝̘̰͉͈̘̪̝̪̬̘̙̫̞͊̈́͊͛̔̀̓̔̍͗̏͒ͅ -

like this?

Ơ̴̡̧̧̨͇̫͉̪̤̯̘̳͕͚̖̗̂͜ͅh̷͔̳͇͖̬̰̰̾̏̋͆̌͒͗͌̆͘ͅ!̸̛̩̜͔͖͉̯̦̤̦̩̣̀̑̍̔͂̐̒̇́̊́̅͠ͅ ̸̧̻͕̮̟̺̄̔̍̈́̀͒͑͂Y̷̬̯̤̳̪̱̩̖̆̆͋͒͝͠͠ò̷̘̮̪̻̘̰͗̈̐͌u̶̧̧̫͙̦͎͙̦̜̣͇̲͇̗̣̖̣̾̃̽̓̂̌͒̂̋̆̈́̃͂̏̀͒̕͜͠ ̸̡̨̮͔̟̫͈̼͖͓͕͕͓͓͇̮̬̣̫̌͊̉͋͛̈́̃̂̇̃̍̾͠͝͝s̸̢̼̬̔̈́̄͒̇ͅp̶̡̫̰̭̪̼̫̹͎̻͔͉͎̞̹̠̯͗̆̈́̋̈́̎͐͋͆̑̐̏e̴̠̪͔̪͉͕̩͚̙̤͉̝̠̭̐̂̑̏̑́͒̒͑̇͋͊̆̇̆̀͘͘͜͜͝a̴̖͓͙̭͕̝̻̩͗̒̀̿̋͛̂͊́͌͋̑̕͠͝͠k̴͛͌̏͑̌̾��̧̛̭̯̘̻̺͙̹̪̱͉̬͚͖̣̝̹̘̎̍͗͜ͅ ̷̢̛͚̲̺̟̝̙͆̔̍̀̓͌̊̑Ḛ̸̛̮͍̋͒̎̐̓̐̇̊̕ͅn̶̨̹̿́̇͌͗̽̈̽̊̑̉̂͛̅̓̓͝͠͝d̴̢̛̹̪͍̗̹̲̫̮̜̼̝̔͋͗̒̓̑͒̎̎̈́̈̈́̃̄̌̋̊̓͘ẻ̴͇͙̰̳͈̹͓̲̩͕̤̜͎̮͕̓́́̈̿̈́̋̽̏̅̌̓͆́̋͗̇͜ͅŗ̸̟͎̘͈͇̙̠̮̤̲͕̲̘̜̙̖̈́͆͑̔̓̽͛́̓̀͘̕ͅ ̴̨̢̱̞̪̖̜̹̳̖̝̫̠̘̩̞͈͕̗̞̓͑͌̔̿́̊̑̉̇͆̍͗̚̚l̴͎͓̫̣̪̭̀̿̓̑̅͐̄̿́̆͑á̷͖͉̥̤̰̖̓̊̃͑͋̉͊͛͜n̷̢̦̱̩͎̭͇̹̞̬̱͇̫͉̦͔͆̒͘ǧ̴̡̧̧͔̟̟̱̯̩̬̟̘̭͙͔̲̑͗͜ͅư̸͈͔͙̟̗͇̺̲̫̇̈́̏́̉̕ȁ̸̠̮͔͓̣̟͉͓̩͕̝̝̹͚̰̖͒̆̃̌̆g̷̭͕̗͙̠̺̺̣̻̣̱͕̺̼̀͑̾́̅̋̎̚̕͜͝e̴͚͈̼̬͉̊̑̈́̈̑͗̒͑̂̚̕͝!̸̻̲̳͊̈́̃͊͊̐̂ ̵̩̔͑̎̔̚Ì̷̧̩̼̲ͅ ̴̪̤͈̐̄̇̆̅̓̄̅̅͌͊͒̈́̒́̾͑̓͘ḟ̶͈̲͍͔̬̮͍̼̼̟̦̜̼̟̠̳͚̙̕ͅͅǫ̶̻̲̾̈́̽r̶͉̠͓̗̈̕g̸̢̨̡̲̩͇͖̳̞̥̻̰̮̘̘̫̈́͌̐̽̈e̴̛͔̥̫̦͗̈́͝ͅt̵̨̡̡̞̳̲̱͚̰͖͎̖̮̂͗̋̂̏͋!̸̧̢̛̹͍̪͓͉̖̦͖̯̦̖̩͖͓͈͓̥̆̾̑̄̃͆͗̽͑͆̉̃̈́̈̕͠ -

Oh! You speak Ender language! I forget!

É̴̛͎̥̝͍̞͈͖̔͛͌̀̈́͒̾͗̈́̊̈́͌̕͠r̶̨̛̼͖̩̋̿̂̿͛́̏̅͐͛͊̈́̈̋r̸̲̹̹̭͚͖̰̯͕̮̼͓̹̄̉̐͋͐̐̽͒͊̚,̸̛̮͚̻̫̅͋ͅͅ ̸̲̱̘̱̯̳̰̗̘̗͕̈͗̀̆̈́̈̅̌ͅc̴̣̝̺̘̳̳̟͊͛̎̀͗̈́̇̊̿̒͠ͅa̸̰̰̗̭̭̹͍̫̳̺̫͛̄́̇̈͘n̴̨̼̪̩͖̈́͌̓ ̴̡͓̺͓̠͖͙̠͎͔̫̞͙́̋̊̎̚ͅy̵̡̡̯͕̙̭̻͕̠͐́̀̑͘ŏ̷̱͚̰̩̭̈́̿̄̐̓̽̎̅͆͆̆̓̈̚͘ừ̵̡̨͍̤̖̪̙͙͚͎̯̳̌͗̏̈̃̂̏̊̌̈͂̑͋͠ͅ ̷̧̧̞̘̳̮̳͈̗͕̽͆͑͂̂͒̎̓̄͑̾̆̅͋͌͛̄ͅt̸̟̖̞̺̤̐̒́͊̄͛̐̔̐͑̉͗͑e̷̲͓͈͝ļ̵̣͎̻̣̺̟̟̻̬̔̐̀l̸̛͈̻͍̑̉̄̌̇́̏̓̌̅̓̀͝ ̸̡̪͔̙̘͈̼̹́̍̄̐̏̅̚͝͝͝m̴̯̤̮͈̣͕͉̥̣̯̭̒̔̔̎̔͗͌̏̕͝ẽ̶̻̇̓̚ ̴̨̡̦̯͔̰͕̘͕̌̃͂̒̒̏͊̓͛̾̓͑͂̌͘̕̕͜w̴͕͓̣͕̳̭̫̠̥̟̭̻̄̈́̀̇̊̓̕͘͜͝h̷̨̙̤͉̲̪̗̻̖̫̬̻̿̾͑̂̑͑ͅa̶̧͙̗̥͍̻̱̦̫̮̱̣̜̻͑̎͒͝t̵̡̩͚̖̻͈̻̳͙̣̜͋͑ ̶̟͎͉̥̟͇͚͈̥͔͊̆͆͊̈́̄̆̅̀͘̚̚̕͝ͅͅḳ̶̡̨̡̖͓̙̼̩̞̬̇̉͝ͅį̸̓̎̀̿͗n̸̼̟͐̋͌́̉̐̄̊̀̽́̃͐͆̄͒d̴̼̲͍̫͈͇̙̏̿̓͑̾̽̋̽̈̀̓̈͜ ̴̨̰̜̰͚̩̻͈͓̞̘̝̐̆͠ǫ̷̩̪͇̬͍͕̭̲̩̋͊̿͐̏̂̓̋͋͋͊̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝f̵̨̡̤̰̮̝̹̤̫̯̣̦͕̞͚̓͗̓͂̊̾̾̾̃̽̃̔̐̓͑͘͘ ̶͖̦̘̙͉̲̬̭͛̈́̾͐͛͂̀͂̔̔̉͗̍̾̕͝͝m̸̡̧̨̢͇͖̜̭͕̣̞̖̩̖̹̮͙͑̎̓́̅̂ơ̶̗̬̫̟̼̹̫̙̒̾̌͑͝b̷̹̩͖̯̫̭̮̭͑̔͒̀̆̌̃͊̕ͅ ̶̡̢̞̙̣͍͕͉̫̜͙̆̎̊̉̇̓̍̇̓̒́a̸̟̬̺̲̱͎̩̦͚͈̩̖̦͂͑̀́̔̍̀̆̈́̆̏͘̕͜͝͝r̵͇̓͝͝͝͠e̸̘͇̾͌̈̎̔̊̆̓͠ ̵̨̨̬̳̬̬̬̯̞̝̤͛́̚͜͝ͅy̸͇̰̲̱͇͇͙̒̐͝͝ͅò̴͕̮͈̠̺̆̄͒̓̏̏̔̂ǘ̷͉̖͍̮͔̭͕̰̥̞̖̘̩͋̀́͐̀̈́͑̂̈͝? -

Err, can you tell me what kind of mob are you?

Ỉ̵̖̏̉’̷̰̲͍̆̓̈́͑m̸̟̩͖̳̊͝ ̷̨̣̣̍͗̓͜a̷͈̙̓̆́ ̵͔̾ͅͅP̶̢̩̯̘̀̂î̵̟̗g̶͕̘͗̈́ĺ̴̦i̶̜̱̋̓͊n̴͈̻̆!̷͕̍͌̔ ̷̛͚́À̶̤̥̍̍̊ṋ̶̛͖̂̒̚ḍ̴̊̉ ̶̞͗͊͑̿ỳ̸̭̇õ̶̱̓̈́ͅų̷̳̬̾̑͐ ̷̛̗͇̳̰͋̕ä̸́̎ͅr̶̟͘e̸͚̠͐̉̍̇ ̴̹̞̦͐̽̕ä̸̤̭́́̑͘n̸̰̮̠̚ ̷̯̄̈́͝Ê̷̲͉̽̄͒ͅͅn̶̹̈d̷̬̃͂͛̑ḙ̷̡̼͗̆̀̉r̸̡̩̥̈́m̵̐̂̂̂ͅą̶̦͈̆̅̈͊͜n̸͙̈́͛̊̐!̶̡̺̯̐̊̓̈́ -

I’m a Piglin! And you are an Enderman!

Ȁ̶̢̛̮̳̳̥̝̠̳̪̥̬̜̻̓̔̂͒̎ ̶̛̹̮̟͖̰͍̻͇͓̰̲̘͇̙͓̫̄̐̌̎̄͋̔̌̓̇̇͒̽͌͊̚s̴̢͔͉͕̫̞̮̻̫͎͚̗̘̝̦͒̃̈́̋́̕̕͠ṯ̸̛͎̳͐̆̑̌͑͘r̸͔̦̻̺͎̼͍̦̐͒͒͊̚͜á̶̢̏̉̔͛ṋ̷̛͈̺̺̩͍̭͉̪̣̞̫̝̬̖̃͑͒͑̀̽̈́̑̊̾̃͘͜͜ģ̴̟̩̩̪̞͖̮̭̫̯͕̥̩͊̓́̿͜͠ͅe̶̞͕̗̜̩̣̫̞̠͚̼̘͖͈͌̋ͅ ̸̧̧̢̛͙͇̘͕͍̩͇̭̬̹͔̈́̈́͋́͂o̸̦̭̖̖̘̱͚̮̝̩͛́̈́͋̓̍͆͆r̷̠͔̝̥̲̎̃̐̃̔̑̀͝a̷͕͖̜̖̭͖̬̬͉̠͍̰͔̿̔̉͆̀̂̍̉́͐̈́̂͜͝ņ̵̨͍̙͉͚͔͚̻͇̣͉̬͖̰̈́͋̇̈́̔̓̓̊̌̀͛͝g̸̢̨̬̜̝̘̹̠̮̯̤̬̥͎̺̍̿̊͆̌̿͛̈́̌̒̽̈́͊̐̕͝͝ȩ̸̧̛̯̼̺͓̬̤̰̪̦̾͆̽͛̽̍͆́̀͐̋̾͒ ̸̢̛̫̭̱͍̫̖̓̽̅͋̇̓̄É̶͕͇̹̩́́̂̀̍͌ñ̶̢̡̻͖̩̖̥͖̳̗̝̬́̓̓͘d̴̜͈̠̫̼̦͊̀̋͑̇̌̽̍̄̐e̷͎̊̈͌̏͑̉̔͝ŗ̷̡̛̳̘̜̥̟͈̮̯͔̞̹͍͍̘͂͋̅̐́̀́́̒̌̕̕m̶̭̞̗̮͎͚͍̜͎̼̬̠̞̠̺͇̝̈́̓a̸͉͎̲̪̬͔̮͕̭̝͉̋͆̄͜͜n̷̛͔̘̘͆̋̀̏̓͆͗͐̕͝.̶̢͎̺̱̣̪̹̖̥̹̺͇̣̀̉͋̉̎̊̾̀͆̆̐͌͘ -

A strange orange Enderman

S̴̡̢̙̳̞̬̮̙̮̯͈̰̄̂̋̃̓̇̉̉͋͑́́̍͐̚ȁ̶̢̧͖̳͕̥͕̬̭̠̮̫̕ÿ̴͈̥̗̖͇̠͕́̈́̇̿,̶̞̝̘̘̬͖̲͍̩̣̲̺͔̦̖̓̑̆̋̾̇̕͝͝ ̸̨̨̘̘̫̹̱̮̣̤̏̾͠͝ļ̴̡̡̘͉͓̭̖̰̥̯̦̮͆͊̅̑i̴̩̞͓̲͍͇̞̮̱͈͍̭̤͕̗͕͛͆͛̒̈́t̷̛̺̹̼̗̞͈̺͚͎̱̙͛̓́̉͐̓̉͌̈́͝t̵̼̫̼͚͈͕̩̀̌͌͜͠l̶̡̨̧̛̼̭̳͔̳̭̝̠̗͗̈͂͐́͗̔̽̀̈́̐͗̏̽͘e̸̢̜͈̘̱̞̯͚̺̩̮͖̭̠̓͆͆̓̄́̆̂̃ͅ ̴̨̟̝̰̺͙̼̤̳̯̹͉͕̹͕͙̇̾̒̅͌̒̊̈́͗̉ͅo̶̯͋̆́̉̎͌͝n̸̯̼̱͈͎̣̜̪̰̠̹̄̀̀͠ȩ̷̲̫͓̗̗̽̓̾͗̇͜,̷̥̤͕̙̬͚̹̮̘̻̰̼̆̈́̔̓̍̍̓́̔̀̉̾̔͘͠͠͠ͅ ̷̧̡͕̟͚̩͙͎̠͓̩͉̤̤̰̙̉̅́̔̈̀̉̒̿̀̈́̿̿̆͜͝ţ̸̧̻͙͖̤̆̏͒́͂͑̎ͅh̶̛̥̘͖̣̟̱̃ͅį̷̡͉͓̯̳͔̭̱̫̒̑̒̇̌͊̀̅̅̀̑͗͛͌̏s̸̭̥̫͎͍͕̫̓̄̍̋̎̓̍̌́̓̂̎͑̚͘̕͠ͅͅ ̶̡̧̖̣͈̥͙̜̗̲̹͖̱͖̥̆͜ͅi̵̧̡̠͕̠̦̬̐͑̌s̴̡̡̢̮̫̊̏͒͑͐̈̿͆̄̋̕͝͝ ̴͎͇͙͈͎̳͖̬͎̟̩͙̟͍̇͋͋͜͠m̷̻͇̟̠͇̺̺̤͍̤̝͙̾̋̃͗̓͘ͅͅŷ̸̢̨̧̢̩͈̭̺̹͓̤͉̘̹̉̐̆̀̉̃̕͝͝͝ ̸̨̦̰͇͖̥̘̲͖̣̮͕̈́̿͗̏͛́̇̐͒͗̄̔͠͝f̶̧̢̛̛̟͇͚̖̲̦̲̹͚̜͈͌̾͂̈́̿̄͘͘ͅr̷̠̣̘̗̳̬͓̄ͅi̶͙̣̼̝̜̩̰̞͖̤̱̣̜̥̥̺͒̅͂̅͆ę̸̝͚͕̠͚̙̬̗͕̻̪͚͂̾͛͗̔͌͒͌̈͌̕̕͜͜ͅń̵̺̜̎̈́͗̀́̈́̌͒̀͝d̸̡͙̩̫̪̬̙̩͍̗̯̳͓̆ ̶̧̝̩̳̞̫̥͚̿̆̾͆̇̿̒̈́̕ͅB̷̨̨̯̼͉͖́̑͊̃́̌́͌̕̚͘l̵̫̙͉̠̖̠͗̿̀͊̐͂͜ú̶̗̯̝̘͎̰̝̅̑̔̔̆̍̿̀͑͒ȩ̴̛̛̲̠͔͙̘̍̑̂͑̀͂͜.̴̗̫͚̙͕̘̱̪̘̗̐̽́̒̓͒͘͜͝ͅ -

Say, little one, this is my friend Blue.

Ş̸̘̔́͝h̶̫̝͚̔͂̇͝e̵̦̤͗̍ ̵̞̙̽̒̚̚c̷̡͓̥͈͂o̴̮͎̫͎͛̌̍m̴̹͑e̶̹͙͎̻̎͌s̵̓͜ ̵̨͖̺͉̑͑̕h̶̼̆̚e̸̳̟͛̊̕͝r̶̢̆ȩ̷̳̹͊̏͂͘ ̷̥̪͚͑̐̚í̴͇͉̓n̷̲̻̜̉ ̷͔̺̠̅̕ä̵̝̳͍̬͒ ̷͍̲̅͝s̶̡͔̎̑̍͑e̵͚̼̥͓̍à̵̢̭r̴̲̖̭̍͜c̵̼͠h̴̗̦̟̼̀̇͝ ̶͒͆͜f̷̩̝̜̎̐̕o̶͇͙̰͚̊̌r̵͎͈̝͎̄̌̀ ̷͔̼͔͍̊n̴̜̋̊̑e̴̛͍t̶̝͕͗̂̕h̴̡͚̩͈̓͊é̶̦̠͙̈̉͝r̷̢̻̬̮̀̿̽̊ ̵̞͉͑̆w̵̟̤̗̉͐͐̋a̵͖̰͑r̸̤͚̕t̷̪̳̿̂͊s̴͍̱̈́̋͌ͅ.̶̢̦̈ ̷̫̝̽́̄͘I̴̮̩̊̆͝ ̸̼̜͍̌͂͝c̸͚̖͈̓̾̀ͅo̸̠̣͈̪̐̒m̴̗͗̚e̴̘͒̃̊͠ ̸̩͍͑́̀͝a̸̤̦̐l̵̜͛ͅó̴̭n̵͕̮͌̾͂̀g̵͙̦̩͂̒͋͝ ̵̛̞͎͍̣̏ẃ̵̡̤͈i̴̙͑͛̽t̴͎͕̼̊͆̆̋h̶̦̝̹̓͗̕ ̶̱͚͙̓̅̄h̶̢̚ê̶̼̭̿͑͝ṙ̴̝̣̩̆͝ ̸͓̏t̷̝̬͌ö̵̪̞̹̻̽̔̚ ̶̨̮̠̔h̵̗̲̝̪̎͝ȩ̴̒̀͑̃l̵̞̤̪̔͗p̶̧̜̓̈́̈́ ̵̢̛̣̏͑͘h̴͕̍͐̕͝é̷̼̔ȑ̷̛̠ ̷͙͚̈̽̃̀f̵̨̈́o̵̗̫̹̒̆͂͝r̶̭̞̽ ̵̜̯̟̓̈́̍̽ͅh̵̤̙̭̚é̸̤̬͆̿̈́r̵̜͈̉̅̓ ̵̠͍̈́͠͝s̴̬̏e̸̞͒a̵̦͈̜̭͂͊͊r̶͉͍̉̈́̓̕c̸̫̀͂̕͝ḫ̶̡̻̅.̶͖͕̒̌ -

She comes here in a search for nether warts. I come along with her to help her for her search.

W̸̧̲͙͖̦͙̫̥̬̫̘̱̝͓͂̽̂̑͒́͘ͅȩ̷̨̛̺̮̤̹͕̥͊͂̈́͗̐̾͆͑́͛̕͝ͅ ̷̭̭̦͔͙̥̙͓̘̞͊̓̄͂̔̈́̀̓͊̀̾̕̚c̵̡̘̰̤̠̦͓͙͎̦̠̫͔̝͍̳͆̌͌͌́̒̂̑͑͠ͅo̵̧͊̈́̀͗̓̿m̸̮̼̮̰̈́͊̆̽̋̌̑͗̄̄̐̋̽͒̍e̴̡̠̹̜͔̫̮̲̫͉̙͖̬̟͊̎͋̆̽̏͘ ̵̡̱̎ṭ̷̢̗͖̩̤̖̺͎̞̫̙͚͖̹̓͆̏͗͛̈́̽̅͆̈́͒̚͝ͅͅh̷̟̤̤͔͍̗̐̇̓̒͊̕̕r̶̛̦̳̼̩̯̩̹͕̟̯̽̈̋̑̈́͊̏̄͆̂̔̅̂̄͘͝ͅͅỗ̷̡̖͚̘͎͓̯͚̻͍̼̘͉͎̆̇͘̚u̶̖̼͕̘̙̇́̿́̽͆̑͘ͅģ̶̠̦̝͎͈̮̥̤̙̲̰̾̏͜ḧ̵̢̛̩̟̻̻͚̥́̾͆̈́͠͝ ̶̨̧̢̛̣͖̹̬͍͉̗̰͙̫̯͋̓̆̒̽͘͜͝f̴̧̬̤͗̇̉͌̉͐̀͗̈́̍͊́̇̀̈̚ͅr̶̰̗̪͑̏̆̐̏͌̕͝ͅơ̴̢̨̢̪͓̻̺̱͖̝͉͕͔̋̉̔̑̀̋̚͝͝m̴̢͚̟̲̫͚̩̙̳̬̓͒̇̊̓̏̓̑̿͠ ̶̡̧̱̗̠̙̲̘̲̳̭̙̪̑̂͂͒̅̇̆̏̽͘͘̕͝ͅͅt̷̢̢̢̡̥̪̲̥̗̙̙̻͖̯̤̑̑͛͜͜ḩ̶̳͖̼̹͉͔̫͖̣͇̳͔̣̗̻̈́̾̀̋̕͘͜é̶̬̤̰̦͖̥͎̝̍̉̿̂͒̋͂̇͛̚ͅ ̵̨̛̮̼̼͉̦̘̲͔͍͚̝̟̦̘͐̈́̍̾̍͛͗̌̕͝ͅn̷̨̧͖̮̹̭̙̠̯̹̮̼̣̆̈́̎̊̒͝e̵̢̠̱̮̻͍̗͕̔́̉̒̄ͅt̴̲̭̜͖̮͈̱̻̜̗̬͔̬͇̣̲̂̔̑͛̑̈́͊̈́͋͑̍͋̕͜͠͝͝h̴̺̥́̐͛̒̀e̴͕̺͝r̴̡̲̜̟̜̬̯̹̯̗̱̫̻͈̠̖͖͒̋͐̅̓̃͘͝ ̵̨̳̮͈̺͈̯͕̮̙̦̂̑̏͜ṕ̵͔̗̪̃̄̃̃͠͝͠͝o̶̝̲̳͙̙͉͙̟̰̳͊̎̊̐̒̈́̚͜ṟ̶̡̮͚͑͒̒̾̀̈́͌̉̚ṭ̸̤̝̟̮̬̠͉͆̀͆̕͝͠a̵̡̢̼͚̠̙̦̭̗̜͓͔̬̬͙̪̐̂̍͒͗̌́̀̓̀͌̚̕͘l̵̢͕̥̳̤͔̮̱͕͔̭̤͍̃͂̆̔̔̇̎̍͋͑͝.̴̨̞̻̲͖͍̬͉̠̥̭̘̙̍̃ -

We come through from the nether portal.

Ḁ̸̡̡̡̧̖̣͇̺̫̜̳̙̐͐͂̈̄n̸̢͇̦̲̰̙̲̝̟̙̟̈̂͋͗̓̿͂̏̏͌͗̂̓͝y̷̨̧̪͎̞͉̲̹̬͓̠̰̎̄̒̈́͒̅̂̾̍͠w̷͛̾̈́̍ͅa̸̝͍̰̗̫͈̝̭̻͇̜͛̿̌̒͗̆͊̆̓͋̍̈́̕͝͝͝ͅy̷̢͕̦̹̫̮̘̖͖͖̰̰̲͖͓̲͈̎͌̅͊̔͆̕,̷̢̺̭͎͎̞̺̹͇̭̱͉̄̈́͌̐̌̆̈̈́̋̇̚̕͠͠͝ ̶̛̺͈̇͐͒̓͊̓͒̕̕̕̚͝w̷̰͒̀̀́̋̋̆͊̉̆̍̄͛̄͘͜͠͝ͅõ̸͓͈͈͑̂̅́̔̄̒͋͗͛̕͝ͅn̴̡̪͓̟͕͖̺̗͙͈̘̭̬̎’̶̧̹͌̀̎ṯ̷̨̨̛͎̟͈̣̳͍̙̗͖̍̃̾̎́͌͊͐̈̈́́͐̇̍̕͝ ̷̡̬̦̖̥̥͙̳̭͚̆y̵̲̦̝̹̹̥͉̼̙̮͕͐̉̊̓́̒̆͆̋̎͝͝o̵̢͆̾̇́̓͑̆͝͠ū̸̲̘̾͆̀͐̏͘͝ ̵̨͉̣͉͓̬̲̗̲̗͎̟̊̈́̇̚͜h̷̡̹̩̟̥̆̽̌̔̄͆̈̆͘͘͝ą̸̨̛̣̲̠͍̰̻̟̟̘̯̘̯͜͜͝p̵̙͎̺͍͉̼̲̯̮̤̳͖̔̐͆͛̾̂̌̅̃̍́͠ṗ̴̡̛̣̭͙͕̠̞͎̤͚̻̍̔͌̊ė̸̢̨̜̯̰̣͈̱̫̤̯͓̇̐̈̅͆͘͜n̴̺̙̂̌́͊̈̀͊̿͑̎ ̶̨̺̫͙̹̪̠͖͓̝̯͍͆̐̓̓̇̍̔̀̒͐̕̕͜͝t̶̻̺̐̔͊̋̇ǫ̵͇̙̪̮̳̓̆͗͋̅̈̚ ̵͍̗̦̜̈́̆͒̀̆̀͗͗͂̈͘͘̚͝ͅǩ̷̖͇̀́͌̿͒́͝ͅň̶̢͓͎̼̬͙͔̩̭̣̱͈̟̗͖̇̓͘ỏ̷͉̱̠͖̖͖̩̜̬͈̝̰̟̺̲̆́̆̀̍́̎̕w̸̳̭̝͚̩͉̗̝͔̮͕̣̫̎̈́̂͠w̶̡̭̭̼͉͈̹͈̟̮̣̞͂̇͗́̚h̶̲̬̱͙͍̻͍͔̺̞̫̟̜̙̫͚͐̊͒̊̄̑͆̀̂̂͒͘͜ȩ̴̱̦̞̹̳̼͇̭̣̩̩̮̹̞̣̏͜r̷̡̢̛̖̭̬̺̺͎͙̲̰̻͎̻̻͇͕̈́̽͗̉͗́̾̾̕e̷̛͍̣̭̻͛̍̒͌̈́̀̿̏͘̚͠ ̸̲̲̘̜̺͓͈͚̹͖̗͌̀̏͜ĉ̵͖̘̦̘̬̌a̵̛̯̎͂͐̀̑̆́͆́̽͐̒̓͝ͅņ̸̡̨̙͇̯̱̥̲͓̹̭̫͇̜͌͌͒͐̏̌̈́̉̑̉̌̇͠ ̵̡͔̖̯̻̮̣̪͚͉̺̲̫̠̹͓̉͊w̷̪̘̺̤̻̼̟͓̜̙̎̎͊̂̿̓͒̒͝ȇ̸̞̼͔͓̻͇̜̭͙̳̣̰͎̹̬̈́̀̀̿̃̊̄̈́̌̕̚̕ͅ ̸̨̣̩͔͉͕͇̥̂̓̏̓̊͂̇̔̅̚f̸͇̣͎͓̖͓̞̯̦̹͔̥͇͇̊̍͗͊̔̑́̋̚͜͝͝i̸̢̢͖̎̌̈́̃̈́ņ̶̧̠̟̙̘̄̂̓̀̔͝d̵̦͚̳͉̋̽͌̿̿̀̈̈́͆̇͛͝ ̷̥͎̘̺͔͚̼̀͗̀̅̇̌̉̅͊̚̕̕n̴̛̙͍̩̝̰̉̾͑̆̑̓̑͂̅̈́̄̃̋́͘͝ͅé̴̡̻̻̟̠̤̈́͆̇̀͋̈ţ̴̡̗̹̤͇͒̽̋̒̚̕h̷̨̡̪̞̩̺̺̱͚̤̟̞̘͑ę̶̺͕͇͎̪͒̑̀̓͋͐̂̓͋͆́̎̚r̸̛̪̘̝͓͇̆̓̓͗͊̌̔́̍̑̈́̽̀̚͠ ̷͖̮͉̻̰͕̝̾͒͐̿̇̈̄̏̈̈́̀͜͠ͅẁ̷̟͉̑́̔̀̔̌̉̇̏̽̄̐͠͠ą̵͍̱̗̠̈́̐̓͠ŗ̴̨̢̼̝̥̳̰̗̠̣̲̲̥͇̈́͛͌̒͋̽̔̿̈͐̒t̷̘̱̖̙̆ş̶͈̪͎̱̥̖̰͂̀̎̏͝͠ͅ?

Anyway, won’t you happen to know where can we find nether warts?

L̶͓̝͙̯̰̘͕̯̾͗̆́̓̉̈́̍͘͝ę̶̨͓̳̹̯̼͔͖̃̓̈̈́ͅͅt̸̢̞͚̲̟͙͖̬̮̫̔͋̊̔͊͘͝ͅ ̷̨̡̹͍̘̼̠͎͓̞͓͉̖̮̭̌͆̓͊̑̅̾̈̌́̾̒́͘͝͝ͅm̷̨̡̢̟̺͔̠͖͕͎̺̣̟͉͐͛̀̈́͌̎ͅȩ̸̢͕̺͕͎͇̝͉̮̗̈́̆͊ ̴͚̝̻̞͉͙͔̫̓͂̓̍̄͐͐̈̐͊͐͊̿̕͘̚͠a̸̡͚̼̝̥̤͍͇̯͓͗͛̋̀͠s̵̢̧̬̖͎̤̺̹̮͓͋̀̈́̑̃̚͝ͅk̷̦̝̫̤̉́̈́̚ ̷̢̤̤͈̤̻̗͚̲̪̮̰̦̭̰̄m̷̧̄͑̎̋̚̕y̴͈̯̞̗̦͑́̓̈́͝ͅ ̶̨̨͉̣͖͎̟͓̀̈̾͜͝ͅp̶̡̘̦̞̤̼̮͓͑͗̋̀̓̿͆͗͘͘̚͝͝ạ̷̢̟͎̳͍͖̬͇̼͓́̈́̀̈́́̅̈́̊̊͋̆̓͋̚c̶͔͇̞͊̈́̓k̷̛̮̖̘͉͕̈́͐͛̎̓͛̿̂͊͂̔͛̔͑̚̕ ̸̡͈͚͇̓͆́̚ẗ̵̛̛͕̤̤̹̬͕̠̥́̉̃̔̉͝ǫ̴̲͇͖̦͉̲̏͛̐͋̽͐͜͝ͅ ̵̧̧͚̗̘͚̘̎́͊̽͜͝ͅg̵̢̹̮̜̫͊̆͋͆͊̀̐̍̌̒̕͝͝͝͝u̷̮̥̣͓̐͂̽̈ͅi̷̩̮͖̳͈̤̠͓̜̤̊̀́̒̓̅̾̓͘̕ḑ̴̰̙̪̩̻̬̰̬̰͎̩̾ͅe̸̡̛̛̯̞͋̏̑̒̈́̈́͋́͘͝͝ ̸̛̬̠̇̒̑̐͌̒͂̈̊̍͒̚͘͝ư̴̲͇͖͈͈͈͚̹̼͉̹̦͎̮̳͎͗̍̀̋̀̀͌̑̍̒͂̾̿͘͜͝s̴͍̥̘̭̞͈͓͇̼̲̲͈͓̰͓̔̔̑ͅ!̵̨̢̠͓̗̺̜̞͎̝̗̟͔̦̙̑̍́͑͊̀̓͆͗͜͠ ̷̢̧̗̥͖̣̅͊̈́͒̾͒̾̐͠Ť̷͉̺̺̗͎̪̽̀͛͌̍͠͠ḣ̴̢̨̛̫͚̲̱͉̺͙̮̞̳͖̟̟̞͎̌̈́͗̓̈́̈́̊̾̐͝é̸̡̢̢͇̜̻̪̞̮͚͚͒̿̄ͅ ̵̺̀̈́̀̅̂̒͜t̸̨̢̡̠͓̟̣̦̮̪̰͈̟̙͍́̐̂͛r̷̨̫̩͎̈́͜i̷̛̟̦̻͉͇̰̣͎̓͋̓̀̽̀̈́̉͗̍̃̑̕̚͘͠ͅͅp̸̙̤̺̱͓̬̗͔̲͚̎̈̓̑͊̋̓͘̚̕ ̶̡͔̪͕̳̬̲̲̝̤̺̪͓̺̫͆͂̓͐̑́̌͑̎i̸̥͙͖͇͙̻̱̲̦͍̔̾͐̽̓͊͜͝s̴̡̢̜͍̰̠̣̫̰̜̻͈͕̏̉͂̇̾͂̕͜ ̷̛̣̫̟͔̟̩̣͎̮͈̳͌̈́̌̍̈̊̀̓̎̕͝l̴̨̡̨̮̣̥̻̝̹̲̮͖͗́o̵̘̟̭̣͍̻̹͓̯̖̣̜̖͋ͅn̷̢̢͔̼̦̟͚̺̒́͊̀̔̃͌́̓̇̇͂̐g̴̨̧̩̙̐͑̒ ̷̡̛͖̩̹͙̻͎̙̓̑̓̒͒̀̎̐̿̏͝͝ͅḁ̴̢̡͓̗̯̭̫͕͚̱͋̓̾̃̕͜n̷̢̛͖͙͛̂̓͌͐̋̑̂d̶͔̎ ̴͉͕̙̻̒̌͗̈̏͒̀̂̐̑̆̔͘͠d̷̡̨̯͔͕̮̗̩̳̺͓̑̓͋̚͜a̴̝̘͙̪̹͊̓͆̒̆̒͋͛̓͜͝͝ͅn̸̛̞̙̤̼̾̊̏͝g̶̢̥͕̹̞̰̣͑̀̎̆̏͗̏̓̅̏͌͝ě̴͈̤̗͚̬̯̰́̒̍͆̽͑̊̈́̏́̚ŗ̶͍̳̹̬̰̝͓̭͍̪͓̟͑̽͝ȍ̵̧̈́́̽̉̈́͒̚ū̵̹̹͍̦̦́̃̓́̅̾͐̇̚s̷̡̛̬̙͉̘̱͖̯̖̮̼̹̰̊̈́̎́̽͗̑͋́̍͌̈́̂̾͂!̷̧̧̳͕͍̱͖͔̾͋͐̿̒̆̍́̿̕͠͝

Let me ask my pack to guide us! The trip is long and dangerous!

#fanfic #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava the second coming #ava blue #minecraft #minecraft nether #minecraft piglin #AVA-M Early Bird #AVA/M EB #chronic pain

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