#like parkour run and battle dome

[nerdyenby]

Orange time :D I’m watching Phil

Pre-game

Phil lasting less than 15 seconds without swearing, my man

Phil saying he wants to add to the Techno memorial <3

What is the hall of fame lore????

Phil manifesting being able to not swear this event sounds like a straight up prayer

The way I only JUST realized the team mascot above the hot bar, that’s adorable

Joel’s first words being “hey daddy, how’s it going?” and making Phil lose his mind

Im so excited, I don’t know RyGuy but I love all these other guys and am so excited for the absolute chaos that’s about to occur

“We may be team daddies, but I’m the father” IMPULSE

WHY ARE SOT HATERS?? Joel I expected better if you

Parkour Tag

Love Phil’s confidence here

I know it was probably just a slip of the tongue but impulse calling phil “Philz” is my new favorite thing

Foolish’s jukes we’re insane, my goodness

Phil’s wheeze when Tubbo just starts running in circles

Surprisingly unsurprised that Joel swore before Phil lol

I know people use they/them for literally everyone in parkour tag but they specifically say “Ranboo’s hunting” and the whole team uses they/them for the rest of the round :))

They’re all doing so well!!

Joel is an absolute champ, disconnecting mid-game twice without losing morale?? Absolute king

Rocket Spleef

Phil is insane, goodness

Phil 1st individual :D Joel hyping him up too :))

My little trendsetters <333

Sands of Time

2nd best game time :)))

Joel and Phil’s reaction to the baby zombie lol

They played it safe and it went quickly but it was the right call, it was a tough sot round

Love how genuinely surprised they all are that they got 3rd

I zoned out for 30 seconds and now they’re doing impressions lol

Joel is having an absolute time, rip

Joel roasting Tubbo’s skin my beloved

Sky Battle

Kristin popping her head in like “are you winning son Phil?”

Phil popping Scott like a balloon lol

This team has such good comms, I love them <333

I knew it was chaotic but them all shouting and laughing as everyone explodes is so funny

Phil hiding and then dropping down on Ponk was so good

How did I miss Joel popping off???

THEY SHALL NOT PASSS

Skybattle is such a good game

“The carry, dude!! “Thanks Joel” “Not really a Philza rsr carry, but we’ll take it” they have such good vibes I love them

Phil saying that if it comes down to them vs ran “I may throw so they can get a coin. I don’t know if I should because that is bum to my teammates but consider this:… a coin for Ranboo” <333

Saying he’d become the first person to intentionally throw dodgebolt so ranboo can win :((

As someone who uses he/they myself, hearing people use both sets for ran can be so personal <33

Ace Race

I love the new game icons so much

Y’all got notes?? What nerds

Phil being consistently top 5 the entire first lap???? King moves

Was Phil not muted?? They were all just that silent???

Phil first individual after game 5!!! That’s my Minecraft man!!!

Battle Box

That was a great first round, this team is so solid

Wooling blue was so funny “Simmers move over, the daddies are here” JOEL

I haven’t seen a battle box strat this effective in a very long time, it’s so nice

Joel bullying Jimmy and everyone absolutely cackling my beloved :D

Impulse charging into a losing battle yelling “IM GOING IN” goodnesssssssss

Joel and Phil’s banter is everything to me

Impulse clarifying that he has “three kids, not you three” lol

Grid Runners

Phil tridenting into a hole just as Impulse stretches to cheese it

Grid runners is probably the best game to watch even when your pov isn’t doing great, pvp and parkour are miserable if you team isn’t good at it, but grid runners is never not a blast

The piston puzzle looks so painful but it’s such a well designed room, I love it

Joel calling out H’s pattern of winning the first event of every season while on aqua lol

That final decision dome was one of the most intense ever

TGTTOSAWAF

Phil just wants to go swoopy swoop, it’s all he wants

He’s just so happy :))

Phil and Joel both top 5 in terra swoop :D

“Just punched George off, don’t even feel bad” Joel based lol

1 coin from 3rd!!!! That’s my boys!!!!

Phil’s face when he finished top 10 😭 he was like “I’m not asking questions”

Dodgebolt

Phil walking away and screaming when Ran gets out first is so valid of him

Joel immediately saying any and all lies he can think of when Impulse disconnects is so funny

Phil making it this far without swearing is an achievement lol, and he covered it up well enough that I don’t think anyone heard it

“Orionsound my favorite anime protagonist” YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE CORRECT PHILZA MINECRAFT

Phil out here representing all the boobers who had medical episodes during Ran’s dodgebolt (me too man)

Common H dub, breaking the Krtzy curse, False supremacy, and Cub lol

Phil saying to impulse “was that our first official interaction? My goodness, you’re a gentleman” lol

Impulse wanting to synchonize a Phil swear with his bleeper <33

Phil being salty on Ran’s behalf and talking about how proud of them he is <3333

[thejustcadmus]

am i tempted to write a short ass one shot about The Pack ??? fuck yess??? they’re my childhood :(( i miss them, and they’re forgotten (forgive me if i’m wrong) in the mcyt community. which is reasonable, ofc, but hmmm,,,,, 

[acerace]

Just finished watching Pete’s pov so have some random good moments from Orange17:

-first of all, Pete’s girlfriend Kara uploading a 10 gb file like 30 minutes before MCC, breaking Pete’s internet and freaking him out with Orange15 flashbacks- “I nearly just dropped out of the event chat” 

-Pete’s mom gifting 20 subs before MCC :D

-another before stream moment when Pete leaves to go to the bathroom and Grian turns to stare into chat’s soul (part one, part two, Pete’s reaction) 

-False and SB met/spoke to each other at Minevention?? 

-the group talking about Pete's sleep schedule and how he wakes up at 4 am, and Grian laughing that "not even the sun can beat Pete"

-False seeing Ren's skin and going "who invited Freddie Mercury?" in chat (bonus clip) 

-actually can we talk about how Grian spent the day of MCC17 feeding giraffes

-Pete, about Ace Race: "I was possessed" 

-the entire team absolutely refusing to let Grian talk himself down and self deprecate we love to see it 

-False and Grian’s bow synergy?? Both shooting at the same time in Sky Battle and Dodgebolt, and of course in Survival Games when False gave Grian a multishot book for his crossbow (which he then put quick charge I on as well) and Grian giving her punch II for her bow, with Grian’s multishot getting multiple hits in the final fight and False’s punch II saving Grian’s life against Fruit 

-Grian literally just following Fruit in the lava TGTTOS map and getting 11th place LMAO + bonus “11th, not too bad, yes Fruity, thank you!” and in chat “I love you fruity b” 

-False muting just as Pete asks “False, how you doing, you good?”, waiting in silence, before going “understandable” 

-All of the Vault Hunters jokes! No echo in this vault sadge 

-SB’s “I just killed a man I’m not proud about it” having the exact opposite energy from “just killed a woman, feeling good!” 

-Grian in Ace Race going "I was 5 seconds behind Philza and he's really good so I'm happy"

-False just doing her thing the entire event, getting blue vault and doing parkour like nbd, her fighting in Sky Battle and Survival Games (top 5 in SG hello???), completing build after build in Build Mart without much struggle 

-do I even need to mention Sky Battle or Build Mart, or that Dodgebolt, or Pete’s Ace Race, or SoT winning the audience takeover by 0.1% like holy cow 

-Jimmy and Grian excitedly showing off their top 10 placements to each other!!

-Grian’s experience with invisible mazes coming in major clutch in Grid Runners

-Pete and False going to DB 3 out of 3 times they’ve teamed what a duo hello?? 

-Grian doing the piston parkour first try in SoT like hello?? And the word puzzles without chat?? My streamer using his braincells?? And he did really well as sandkeeper for his first time even though he gave me mini heart attacks every time he walked out of sight from the timer </3 Sand Daddy ftw 

-Pete’s whole “Grian if YouTube and Twitch don’t work out, Fiverr, you know, a one time gong session, that could go” 

-every “HBG on top” moment <3 

-Grian and Pete looking at each other in the windows at the start of Grid Runners, Grian going “hey handsome ;)” and Pete responding “oh?” with the full eyebrow wiggle as his chat is just full of :flushed: and peepoShy

-Grian going to the bathroom during the Decision Dome, going "oh please tell me it's Build Mart- YES" just as he returns

-Pete’s chat that’s it that’s the post seriously they’re hilarious and straight up simping for Grian the entire event 

-in TGTTOS round 2 when SB was considering punching Gumi off if she made it to the end LMAO 

-In SoT, Pete running all the way back to get arrows from Grian to do the skeleton lava parkour, then going back, doing the parkour, and turning the corner to find arrows on the floor XD 

-Grian calling Fruit “his best friend in TGTTOS”

-every time Pete says something along the lines of “Grian I’m so happy for you” 

-not Orange specifically but Survival Games really was adoptee on adopter violence huh, Fruitninja annihilating Purple and then Orange killing H and Pink

-Pete’s reaction to Grian taking charge in Build Mart like seriously go watch his face 

-Pearl and Scar watching Grian's stream, and Pearl and Martyn donating for the school project <3

-Pete outdated sadDrake Tech overrated NOPERS Dre annihilated MEGALUL long have we waited PauseChamp Grian activated 

-bonus after event stuff, Fruit in chat going “I think Grian is the best player by far”, a whole bunch of people (including Bad, who wasn’t even in the event) joining the call to congratulate them, Scott telling Grian he’s not teaming with Pete and Fruit anymore and their cries of horror, Martyn reacting to Grian’s shriek of victory and their Build Mart 

-bonus x2, this clip of Martyn telling his chat he knew Pete and Grian would hit it off <3 

[crastlefolke]

A fic about the Simmers being invited to MCC, based on @riacte 's battle scars au:

Scott tapped his pen against the sign-up sheet, recounting the names for what seemed like the 20th time.

"The turn out this year isn't great huh?" Noxite remarked, twisting the paper around on the desk to get a better look at the names.

"We've got 36. Scraped 36 I should say, as I had to blackmail my cousin into participating and a few of the other participants are using it as an excuse to miss the lecture."

Stan Twitt had conveniently scheduled the event to fall on the same day as MCYT High's monthly building lecture and workshop, where famous architects and artists would present their projects to the students. Coincidentally, there was a huge uptick in illnesses and truancy around the same time which the Principal never cared to look into.

Noxite raised an eyebrow "You'd think what with the amount of people trying to get out of it we'd be flooded with applications-"

"So why aren't we?" Scott tapped one of the names, IJevin, "Simple. This is the first year the hermits have been actively encouraged to participate. Main campus people don't want to run the risk of interacting with the social pariahs even if they know there's barely a chance of them winning at the moment."

Privately Scott admired Jevin for participating at all. The championships were gruelling for the best of players, it would be nightmarish for anyone without up to date PvP and parkour training.

"We could invite students from the second year? We only need one more team after all." Noxite tried to sound upbeat but he could see his championship falling apart before his eyes.

Scott shook his head, "I checked. Not permitted," he put his head on the desk, "One more team. We just need one more team..."

//

The new gaggle of students stood out among the grey in their bright blue SIMS High jackets as they crowded round the map. With the exception of one area, MCYT's campus was entirely made of the same bland cobble and they were hopelessly lost among the identical buildings.

"Oh give it here, Zeuz." Vixella grabbed the map and turned it the right way up, "look I'm 90% sure that the square thing is the reception where we came in, right? And that big circle is the PvP arena? So-"

"Which PvP arena? Some green guy told me there were seven of them."

"Sorry, seven?" James Turner stopped kicking pebble against the wall and went back to looking at the map, "Who needs seven PvP arenas?"

"Maybe they're all very small?"

"Not important, guys, we're going to be late for class."

"We are late for class. No one else is around."

"It's a miracle anyone gets anywhere- hey you guys see that?"

Gluon was pointing at a flash of colour peeking through the cobble pillars. From a distance, it was a faint skeleton of purple framework, forming a dome over yet another grey building. Four heads immediately peered over the map again.

"According to the map that is the 3-H classroom." Zeuz looked at the others, "funny, I don't remember hearing about a 3-H."

Vixella frowned, "I do. One of the other students told me about them. Apparently they, and I quote, "kinda suck at basically everything? like we don't even know why they're allowed in this school lol they cant even naruto run" so they just do their own thing separately from the main campus."

"Well thank God for them," Gluon said decisively "That's the landmark we need. If we make a trip to this mysterious 3-H classroom then we should be able to reorient and get our bearings."

The four of them set their sights on the purple dome and picked their way across the campus. As they approached 3-H the pavement gave way to pot-holed mud paths and the ground steepened significantly.

"Did the school's budget run out or something?" James asked after tripping over an old fence post half buried in soil.

Gluon laughed "Either that or these guys are really unpopular."

"You joke, but you're right on the money with that one." Scott dropped in from one of the ziplines, chuckling at their startled expressions, "You guys are the exchange students right? The Simmers?"

Vixella nodded, "Yep, that's us. We're supposed to be at the archery classroom, but..." she trailed off, trying to think of a polite way to explain the situation.

"...But the entire campus is ugly, bland and has less defining features than a polar bear in a blizzard, right?"

James was slightly taken aback "Well, we wouldn't go that far-"

"Oh please, you don't have to pretend in front of me." Scott smiled at them reassuringly, "I may be a teacher here but I also happen to have good taste. Scott Smajor, by the way. I teach the 3-H students. You may have heard of us."

"Actually, apart from Sasha, we hadn't." Zeuz showed him the map, "We only came over here because it was the only bit of colour in this place and we needed a landmark to work out where we were. The leaflet we got doesn't mention any classes beyond 3-G."

Scott's face darkened for a moment.

"Alright!" he said abruptly, "Archery lessons are off for you lot. I'll clear it with your teachers, don't worry. Today, you get a tour of 3-H. Which reminds me, surely you should have a couple of student guides to show you around?"

The four of them stared blankly at him.

"You're telling me Stan Twitt set you loose on campus with just a map and timetable?"

"Pretty much," said Gluon. "It wasn't so bad when there were other students about to ask for directions but then everyone disappeared to their classrooms and we had to try to find our way around by ourselves."

"Not that the other students were exactly keen to give us directions." Zeuz thought back to the group in 3-B jackets who'd sat on a wall snickering every time they passed, "In fact I'm pretty sure some of them got a kick out of sending us round in circles."

"Well I can assure you you'll find the Hermits a lot friendlier. Come on- no we're not walking all the way up this hill, God no, we'll take the ziplines. Hop on."

As they glided over the hill Scott explained the 3-H situation. He told them about Stan Twitt's promotion to Principal leading to the prioritisation of PvP and Parkour, and how the school had evolved a rigid hierarchy forcing those more creative but less athletic to the bottom of the pecking order. He then told them how this had eventually led to the creation and isolation of 3-H, and how they'd taken that status and made it their own, giving themselves the name Hermits and designing their own classroom and buildings.

"It's a very tight-knit family," Scott said fondly, "Friends made here are friends for life."

The description Scott had given them of the 3-H classroom hadn't prepared them enough.

"Woah." said James, taking in the bright colours and intricate shapes.

Vixella found herself grinning "Maybe it's because we spent the whole morning surrounded by a quarry's worth of cobblestone but this place looks incredible."

Despite being clearly unfinished, 3-H was a vast improvement to the miserable grey blocks of the main campus. Each building felt unique, injected with a personality and style. The paths were wide and lined with trees, and students were dotted about on picnic tables in the sun.

"Right!" Scott clapped his hands and beckoned them over to one of the tables where a blond girl and a boy with dog ears were pouring over some blueprints, "Simmers, meet False and Ren! False, Ren, this is James, Vixella, Gluon and Zeuz, exchange students from SIMS High. Hence the name Simmers."

Ren shook their hands enthusiastically, "Pleasure to meet you," he smiled, and unlike the main campus students he actually seemed to mean it.

False stuck out a gloved hand, "Welcome to 3-H! I can't believe their actually letting people visit us now."

Scotts grin slipped slightly, "I may have... ah... adjusted their timetable a little to get them here."

"This place beats what we were doing down there by a mile," Vixella said hurriedly, "We were meant to have a two hour long archery lesson but every building looked the same so we got lost and ended up bumping into Mr Smajor on the way up here. This place looks amazing, by the way. Have you seen it from the main campus?"

The hermits shook their heads.

"None of us really go to the main campus. Like ever." Ren explained, "We don't have lessons down there anymore and the students can be... well... rude."

False looked as though she wanted to use a much stronger word to describe main campus students but stayed quiet.

"Well I'm glad we found our way here," Gluon said, "I didn't want to admit it but two hours of archery is not my ideal morning activity. Besides I think this is the longest conversation we've had with MCYT students since we arrived. Everyone else is in such a hurry for some reason."

Scott grinned "Well don't worry, no one's in a rush here. False, Ren, if you're happy to take a break from... all that," he gestured to the blueprints, "I'm sure the Simmers would appreciate a tour of 3-H."

"Absolutely!" Ren leapt to his feet, upsetting a pot of pens in the process. "Right this way, ladies and gentlemen-"

//

The Simmers were enchanted by 3-H. Ren and False proved to be excellent tour guides, with Ren excitedly introducing them to the other hermits and False, delighted to find that the Simmers also had an interest in architecture, explaining the details of the plans for each building. Scott tagged along in the background, pleased with the pride the hermits were taking in their projects and the admiration they received. That shows you, Twitt.

They were approaching a huge pit in a marshy patch of land when Ren stopped short suddenly and slammed his hand to his head.

"Oh geez I'm meant to be helping Iskall with his lights- guys I'm sorry I promised Iskall I'd give him a hand with the lights this afternoon and I completely forgot."

Ren looked genuinely dejected. Vixella suspected that if he had a tail it would be drooping.

False patted his arm, "Don't worry about it, we've just got Jevin's place left and then we'll be looping back round to the main classroom. We can meet up again then."

"Yeah, believe me we are in no hurry to leave 3-H," said Gluon, "If you'll have us we'll happily hang around till the end of the day to say goodbye."

Ren visibly perked up, "Cool! Catch ya later, Simmers, Scott, Falsie."

With that, he bounded off back towards the classroom.

"Hopefully he doesn't get too badly injured," False said as she watched him disappear amongst the buildings, "I'm not sure if you've noticed but he's more than a little accident prone. Anyway, this is Jevin's project."

The pit opened up into a huge bowl of green liquid under a layer of glass. Hesitantly, James peered out over it, trying to see how deep it went.

"You can stand on it if you want," A familiar looking student in a white hoodie waved at them from atop the glass.

"Oh I know you!" Vixella said without thinking.

False looked puzzled "You guys know Jevin?"

"You're probably mistaking me for Pete," Jevin chuckled, "I get that a lot."

James shook his head, "No, no you're on posters dude. On main campus."

Now it was Jevin's turn to look puzzled, "I'm on posters?"

"Yeah, hang on," Gluon rooted through his pockets, pulling out a piece of paper "MC Championship 1 participants. Look, you're there on aqua."

Jevin laughed, "So I am. Who'd've thought it, a hermit on a poster on the main campus. Bet Stan Twitt loves that."

"Jevin's kind of in the Championship in secret at the moment," False said, and explained the circumstances of the hermits involvement in the Championship.

"I don't really want all the others cheering me on and stuff, y'know. Don't want that pressure, even if its well meaning."

Vixella nodded. "Don't worry we'll keep quiet about it. Mind if we come to watch though? Part of the exchange was front row seats to the Championship and I'm not cheering for any 3-A students that's for sure."

Jevin brightened at that, "Yeah! That would be great! Front row seats, eh?"

"Right next to Scott and the Principal himself."

False snorted, "I bet Scott's happy to have some company that isn't Twitt, right Scott? Scott?"

Scott had been oddly quiet throughout the conversation. He rubbed his nose thoughtfully.

"You're gonna be around for the Championships you say?"

Zeuz nodded "We're here for the next 3 weeks."

"Well, at the moment the Championship has hit a bit of a block. We don't have forty participants to play." Scott chewed on his next words, "Essentially we need one more team- four more players- at short notice."

It dawned on Vixella what he was suggesting, "You want us to play in the Championship?"

"I don't see why not. You technically attend this school, there's four of you and you're already friends. Plus literally anything beats sitting next to Stan Twitt for the event."

"No, no, we'd love to!" Zeuz said. Gluon stomped on his foot. "What?"

"Mr Smajor we don't learn Parkour and PvP at SIMS, and some of the games look very... rough."

"You'll get protective gear, and from the sounds of your timetable you've got a pretty rigid training schedule anyway. Unfortunately I'm not allowed to sneak you up to 3-H every day, nice as that would be."

Vixella looked at the others, "Well I think it could be fun? What about you?"

James nodded, "I'm down if you are. We spoke to Stan Twitt for about five minutes this morning and I could feel my braincells leeching away."

"Let's go for it then!" Gluon turned to Scott. "We humbly accept your invitation to participate in the Championship!"

Scott felt like he could jump for joy and reach the moon. Instead he simply said "Excellent! I'll tell Noxite right away. Now we'd better get back to the classroom before it gets dark."

"See you in the championships!" Jevin called out, before disappearing back into the depths.

"Do you think we've made a terrible mistake?" Gluon whispered as they walked back, "Signing up for a Championship we're bound to be last in?"

Vixella shook her head, "Nah, I reckon its going to be a blast."

[cutegirlmayra]

Well, I guess I have to do it then. -shrug-

This is happening! lol

Part 1 (x) In case you missed it ;)

Part 3 (x) Because some people- can’t even. (Pun, entirely, intended)

Prompt:

As they spiraled around and up the lava filled volcano, Classic dodged some on-coming flaming rocks that came out of it’s top, as Modern Sonic circled the stage upward.

Classic took the more direct but dangerous route, it was faster, but it also meant certain doom if he didn’t watch himself and act fast on reflex.

Jumping from rock to rock, he found that some were dummies or, in otherwords, would cause him to slide down and take longer.

At long last, Classic made it up before Modern, and as he looked behind him to double check his surroundings, he looked inside the volcano and gasped.

A metallic dragon was battling Amy, but she looked on her last few breathes, as she wearily swung her hammer before taking courage and jumping on it’s head, only to have it drop into the lava.

She screamed a moment, flailing her arms before something spin dashed into her, knocking her away from a devastating fall.

She hit the back of the volcano and passed out, as he slid down the rocky wall with one hand gripping the sliding rocks around him and the other trying to hold on to her.

Once down, he worried he may have hurt her, seeing scratches and other such injuries before he angrily turned to the dragon, as it sprayed up lava from it’s head coming up, the magma also formed the tight, flying flame rocks that would form due to their mass spiraling into a ball form.

So.. it was the dragon that made him loose so many rings and lives on that climb up here!

He clutched his fists, and began to fight it, kicking and spinning the rocks back at the head, before jumping on a spring conveniently located at the foot of the lava crevice-like dome before homing attacking the robotic eye when a spring would click out like a door, and the head would fall flat down.

After the boss battle, the dragon roared it’s head and slowly departed into the lava, shutting down and blasting an explosion that triggered the full revival of the volcano.

When Modern made it, he was shocked by the explosions, “Woah! Guess I missed all the fun.” he didn’t seem cheery about that, because he frowned with his teeth showing, looking for Amy above.

But it ended up that Amy was on the floor level with him, and he turned to finally see her, still limp on the ground.

He raced to her at once, as Classic Worriedly dodged sparks of fire burst from the mouth of the volcano, before turning around to look at the two.

Sonic, almost as if in disbelief of her condition, lightly rose a hand over to her face, lifting her head to tilt it toward him.

He then let it down gently and shook his fists so mightily, that even his head lowered with the tremor of the earth, but he barely noticed upon his own dread at not being there for her.

“What happened!?” Sonic spun to Classic, “You got here first. Spill!”

His frustrations came off aggressively, and Classic wasn’t gonna take any of that.

Surprised at first, he widened his eyes slightly and stepped back, almost like, ‘dude, chill.’ before his true attitude came through and he folded his arms, turning his head before seeming to explain himself with gestures, but clearly acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

In greater rage, Sonic reached forward and grabbed his younger self, who started kicking back as the two struggled on the ground.

“Don’t act you’re better than me!!! You hurt her!!!!”

Video game noises spat out from Classic, clearly not putting up with his modern’s deal and starting to fight him back, a stupid brotherly wrestle of punches and kicks unfolded, before the volcano really did start spitting up more and more lava, rising from it’s mouth, getting close to overflowing... near Amy!

Modern Sonic shoved his younger self’s head down, “For once, think more than yourself! You knocked her out, do you not get that?!” He lowered his head down to get the point across, but the two were letting off steam from the stress of everything they’ve had to go through so far.

Classic fought back, having his face smushed but cried out a growl of annoyance before arching and leaning his back so far that he tucked his hands over his head and under his shoulders.

He kicked up like a break dance move, and shoved Modern Sonic’s face all the way back down, having him completely unable to guard against that.

Classic, seeing Modern now face down on his back, leaned down with his hands on his hips, before performing his signature ‘win’ animation and then give the camera a wink and a thumbs up.

Sonic groaned, rolling his eyes as most of his anger was gone and lost by now...

Then worry struck.

“AMY!!!”

Shoving Classic off of himself, he rose up and started darting towards her.

Classic fell backwards but sprung up again, looking upset by that treatment as he sat down, before his tail was smeared with lava flow, and he leaped up in a firework of rings.

He rubbed his tail before turning to look at the lava so close to his head a moment ago, and gripped it, gulping.

They were distracted!

“Amy!” Sonic out stretched his hand but the earth beneath him had already melted away from where she lay...

“Darn!” he bite down before looking around, seeing the wall beside him was cleared from some rocks.

“Hmm..” He glared down, getting ready to jump as he seriously began to plan this daring rescue.

Jumping after gaining some speed on the now almost completely gone, rectangular earth piece, he jumped to the wall and scaled it, running along in a parkour style before spinning and flipping around, landing on Amy’s floating island.

The earth rocked and he almost fell in, but jumped forward to grab Amy, looking back to see her drap over his shoulder and the earth still a moment after flipping and rocking back and forth to balance itself.

Sonic looked up, half supporting himself with just one arm and the other up on his shoulder where Amy was.

He got up on his knees, looking back to Classic, who was now on a little island too.

“You got any bright ideas?” He looked calm, but his face showed he was a little worried, holding Amy now with both hands over one shoulder.

Classic looked down, his eyes shifting, before scrolling up to look around, and scanning possibilities.

He suddenly heard a roar beneath his feet, and lifted one comically, before smiling a huge open grin to Sonic.

He jumped up, spreading his legs as he put his fingers to his mouth, whistling.

This triggered the last remaining bits of energy left in the broken Dragon, as it started to roll it’s head up from beneath, it’s long neck pushing the lava up, and with it, the gang as well.

“Whaaaa!!” Modern Sonic cried out as they were lifted in a strange way up and out of the volcano, the Dragon breaking the surface with it’s blinking eye, about to flicker out, and half of itself destoryed in the explosion, causing it to twitch and have half it’s armor off, looking like a robotic skeleton.

Finally, the neck snapped and the flickering light of the dragon finally faded to nothingness as the dragon’s head fell to the depths of the remaining eruption.

Sonic jumped with Amy and then reached for his other, who gripped his hand and hung on from behind.

Modern Sonic got everyone down, but tripped over a sliding rock, something he had forgot was a thing in this stage, and the three tumbled the rest of the way down.

Falling flat on their faces except for Amy, the two shook their heads before looking up, seeing Amy roll off a cliff.

“AHHH!!” the two freaked out and charged, jumping off and racing down the cliff to grab her again.

“Why does this always happen!?” Modern Sonic, with eyes moving small and big in his panic, was referencing the fact that Amy couldn’t be safe for more than 5 minutes.

He grasped her arm and pulled her close before falling through the trees, Classic slicing his way through branches to make the fall not so painful, before letting them get caught by a his own hand.

Before then, Sonic had fully brought Amy over him, pushing her close, gripping her head to himself, and lowering his head. With eyes shut, he almost thought that could be the end, and a thought of prayer that Amy might at least make it skimmed his racing, adrenaline pumped, thoughts.

He reached up, looking for Classic and grabbed the hang, hearing him call out to do so.

The two swung and Sonic lifted a leg to push off a tree and land fairly decently.

He then immediately shot his head up, shaking Amy.

“Come on, come on! If that didn’t wake you up, then what will!?”

She lay motionless, as Classic hopped down, and slowly walked over to her.

“...This... this doesn’t make any sense.” Sonic started to look around on the ground, leaning back as if defeated. “She can’t... she couldn’t be that far out of it. Why is she not... What... mmm.” he swallowed hard, fear crippling his words, as he suddenly felt a deep feeling of loss and anguish wash over him.

So immediate was this tangible emotion that it gripped his chest and made it hard for him to breathe.

“..Amy...” he barely got the words out, it was so faint, as he slowly lowered her to the ground. “What have I done..?” he put his hand over his face, hiding any reading the audience could give as to his emotions.

He lowered his head as he hovered over her, before Classic looked to him, seeing something he never thought he woudl see in himself.

Weakness.

But this was more pure, more holy almost, the way he dealt with deep sorrow and pain.

Classic looked down to Amy then.

A angelic look of non-existence...

He bent down and put his head up to her mouth and nose, closing his eyes to listen.

She was breathing.

He looked back up to himself, as if not understanding.

Why was he so wrought with pain when she was still okay?

Classic pulled her a little from under him, as Modern turned to peek through his fingers, just trying to breathe right.

He lowered his hand when he saw Classic lightly stroking the middle ridge between her eyes.

He waited, not sure what he was thinking...

Classic then lightly stroked her ears, and looked for a response.

“...L...Little me..” Sonic was about to scold a bit, thinking it weird before the gentle touch actually stirred her.

Classic tilted his head, before smiling.

Modern looked amazed.

“Not even... that ruckus... woke her up but... that... that did?” He was still finding it hard to catch his breath, but couldn’t help and chuckle and shake his head down at that truth.

He reached and pushed off his raised knee, getting up as he walked over, getting his communicator, clicking it on.

“Tails, I need readings on Amy’s condition. Think you can get that off her tracker?”

Classic, almost having fun with this game, lightly ‘boop’d her nose.

“Emmm..mmm..” she slowly twitched, gently as if in a deep sleep, but her body was truly sore and her dress tattered.

She really did get a slam force on that spin dash, but in Classic’s defense, he was only trying to save her life.

Classic’s smile turned a smirk, as he raised his eyebrows to look back at Modern, wondering...

If he’d get mad...

“Right. Heart rate? That’s good, I guess.Critical for anything? Wow... she can take a hit. I-I mean I always knew THAT b-b-but still-!...” he was facing his back to the two, but grew nervous for some reason.

“Thanks, Tails. I’ll bring her back as soon as I can for further recovery.” he clicked the communicator off, turning around.

His quills bristled at the sight.

Classic Sonic was laying, completely chillaxed, right beside her; gently he flicked his fingers over her bangs and got her to turn her head more towards him, and opened his arms for the embrace as he held her head, turning his face to the side and closing his eyes, lowering his head before blinking up at Sonic.

Ohh... he was asking for it...

“Ehem.” Modern Sonic folded his arms, and looked ticked. “And what, do you suppose, does that look like?” he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

Classic cozied on up more to her, scooting himself, before smirking more mischievously as he flicked his finger under her chin, then gave Modern Sonic a look.

“Quit it!” Modern shot his arms down, and reached to remove him.

Classic dodged the swipe for him and raced off, before turning around mocking him with his hand on his nose like, ‘You can’t catch me! Sucka!’. He then reverted to acting like he was holding and loving on Amy, before sticking a finger in his mouth and hacking, showing he hated the idea of it all before fanning his older self as if saying, ‘Nasty, nasty! Gross, gross, gross! I’d never!’. He turned his head and squinted an eye in disgust, accusing his older self of liking her a little too much than just regular old fondness.

Sonic bent down by Amy, before glaring at Classic’s tauntings, lowering his head with a deep, serious look of annoyance.

He then picked Amy up, carefully, and looked her over to make sure she was okay.

He nodded when he figured it could all be something that could heal, given the right amount of time.

“Phew~ No broken bones.”

Classic mimicked a broken heart.

Sonic twitched, before looking away, then down back at her, as if ashamed again.

“...” he moaned a sigh, looking away and walking off before taking off in a sprint.

Classic, confused on him not responded, was baffled a moment before something terrifying skimmed his thoughts.

He gripped his head and started hitting his feet on the ground, making annoyed sounds of disapproval.

What if he was in love!?

The thought made him grip his throat, shaking his head, as if he’d rather be DEAD than love Amy Rose!

-Later in game~-

Sonic returned to the HQ only to hear that Amy had left without anyone knowing, and in great anger he tried to storm off and search for her, thinking her foolish for doing another stupid mission on her own again, but was stopped by the team.

Having a long debate, it was convincing to see that the team were going to hold him home, and wait the night out for her to come back.

Upset, and under the impression she was truly avoiding him, Sonic tossed and turned in his bed, thinking of ways to get passed his ‘guard dogs’ outside, before suddenly becoming very sleepy.

Unknown to Sonic, his drink was given a sleeping remedy, and he flickered his eyes out, his last thoughts on running to find Amy again.

Later that night, as Classic slept on the floor with an arm over his head, he heard Sonic’s Miles-Electric in his room turn on, flickering and making some phone ringing sound.

He yawned, before getting up and wiping his eyes, seeing his other had slept in, but not knowing he wasn’t stirred because of the powerful dosage given him.

He yawned and got up, clicking the answer button he had learned how to do and watched as the screen was black, and looked puzzled at it.

He tilted his head.

“....Hello?”

It was so gentle. So faint.

He recognized it at once, but turned to see she had turned off her video chat, and it was only her voice he could hear.

He looked around, confused as to why, but tapped the screen to try and indicate he was still there.

“...Sonic?”

He raised his hands in frustration, clearly unable to communicate if she couldn’t SEE him.

He looked around the screen, before clicking his video on, and seeing a small square where it showed his face.

He smiled widely, glad he could figure out this strange, futuristic device, and proudly moved his shoulders side to side in a little happy movement.

“..Oh? Classic?” She giggled, “I wasn’t expecting you..”

Her voice was like a sigh, and Classic was surprised it was so soft. Usually, it had quite a force behind it.

He tilted his head, trying to hear what was around her, and hopefully get an idea of where she could be.

Forest? There was a lot of bugs... maybe if an owl hoot’d he’d be more precise on WHERE or WHICH forest...

But nope. There was only a breath released that sounded like weary exhaustion, and he picked the device up to sit down where he was laying, letting her speak, he guessed.

“I... I was kind of hoping to go to voicemail.” she admitted.

What was voicemail?

Classic made a face, turning his mouth to the side.

She giggled, apparently seeing it in the dark lit room, since the light of the screen was bright enough a green to see.

He stared into the darkness, wondering why he couldn’t see her, and looked around to try and indicate he wanted too.

He tapped the screen again.

“Sorry.. I... I’d rather not...” she admitted, but then continued with another soft inhale.

“I need.. some time.”

Well, we all do.

Sonic made another, more insensitive face, not putting up with Amy’s crappy excuses.

He mimed how his older self really didn’t like her avoiding him, and how he really wanted to talk with her about why she was acting this way.

He then mimed Metal Sonic, using his fingers to push his eyes wider and stare into the camera, trying to reflect Metal’s red eyes as a prominent indicator that that’s what he was talking about.

“...So you heard..”

He shook his head, looking back at the screen, a little more innocently.

“Not all of it... but you heard, still. Which means...”

“He heard too.”

Classic Sonic was growing upset and easily frustrated with all these stalling, secretive codes that he couldn’t catch on to.

Spill it, lady!

Classic Sonic tapped the screen harder, pouting to reflect a more physical look of impatience.

She giggled again, “Not now... but soon. I need to... I just need to be alone right now.”

Classic Sonic thought about Modern, and slowly rose his head to the bed, remembering...

He looked tenderly back to the screen, and gathering strength, he closed his eyes and licked his lips.

“...You hate being alone...”

She was surprised, guessing by the mini-gasp he heard from her, that he could talk.

Cool guys only speak when dramatic effect is maximized.

And you have too. He winked to the audience.

“Heh.” she turned on the video.

Looking down, he noticed she was laying down, her face on her side and half hidden, but noticed the tree roots on the ground she was around.

He quickly scanned the area, before looking over her to make sure she was okay.

She seemed fine.

“I don’t know how to say this but...” she smiled lightly, before deep despair showed on her face, and she looked away.

“Just tell Sonic... Tell him... I never meant to... to...” she sighed, “I’m sorry.” she closed down the Miles-Electric as she seemed about to cry.

Classic Sonic freaked, clicking the buttons and trying to turn his ‘show’ back on before looking upset.

Why are girls so fond of leaving everything in a conversation open for interpretation that will never be gotten?

He smashed his head on the device, groaning...

The next morning, he was much more willing to search for Amy then last time, and gestured two thumbs to himself, stating through the gesture to trust him. He knows a good forest where tree roots grow large and above ground...

[thejustcadmus]

The bustling crowd nulls the anxiety welling up in his body, with the overexcited and loud chatter of the participants and audience alike. He stands, looking around in awe, the looming building of the decision dome, the timer clicking past steadily. Preston takes in the colorful MCC team podiums ascending on the left side of the red carpeted path.

Despite the loud, cheering event, he can’t help but feel lonely.

Beans — Joel to be exact, LDShadowLady’s husband — his mind supplies, is talking animatedly with his two other teammates, Quig and fWhip. He rather tunes them out, eyes flicking back to the different participants in this MCC. 

Oh gosh, he has the jitters, gah!

His eyes flit through the crowd, nodding to Fruitberries in acknowledgement before letting his gaze drift once more. ‘There’s so many amazing people in this tournament’ he thinks, ‘it’s gonna be so fun.’ His nerves lessened a bit, seeing Dream, and CaptainSparklez — before stopping completely still on a target. Preston gets hit with a pang of nostalgia, seeing PeteZahHutt, greeting his teammates warmly, the four wearing matching gingerbread costumes.

He forgot how long since he received such warm greetings. 

And even though he’s tempted to haul his body behind Pete like a rucksack or a panda, and hope to God the man holds on to him tight so he doesn’t fall back (like the old times)  — he forces himself to look away, even if it physically pained him to do so. Joel meets his eyes, and gives him a sympathetic smile, before calling him over, as they slowly enter the dome.

~~

He hasn’t felt this much adrenaline since he went to review mods — his best friends, pvp and parkour that he left behind  — and the rough hilt of his sword digging to his skin, forming light callouses. He’s rusty as hell, but the exhaustion is a good kind of exhaustion, y’know. Closing his eyes briefly as Joel and fWhip tries to bridge across, he stands still. Ha, Lachy would be complaining and whining on the ground right now. He huffs in amusement, opening closed eyes to stare to his left, where Rob would be, only to see Quig handing him iron leggings, snapping him back to attention. 

Oh.

~~

..Right.

“Preston, Preston!” he looks behind him, seeing Jerome, before blinking away the image, getting a curious look from fWhip before receiving iron leggings  — leaving him frazzled. He can’t process, his mind whirring a thousand hundred miles an hour, the strain of an untrained body receiving this amount of physical work. He nods in thanks, wanting to lay down like a pleb, but he instead straightens tired muscles. Right, battle dom — survival games . He sighs.

He thought he’s fine, then he messes up the moment he speaks.

 “Mi- Beans, take my arrows.” he chucks out, almost saying Mitch, before running after them. He’s losing his grip, he’s messing so much. Oh gosh dangit, now memories of dropping arrows for their best archer is surfacing. Why did he attend this championship again. 

He feels left behind.

~~

Out of place, is what he concludes at the end of the day. Around all these players, the chat, the minigames. He’s out of place. And alone....so very alone. He misses The Pack, so fudging much. 

He tucks his head on his knees, body sagging against the wall, as the audience dwindles.

~~

Scott lowers his mic, muting himself from his discord call looking at the alone lava boy by the wall, his once bright orange hair now a ember, showing the soft tuft of dark violet like obsidian. He looks down to his communicator, the name offline, but..looking up again. He decides, screw disturbing him. He clicks the VC.

“Vikkstar?”

A groggy but barely awake Vik mumbles, brows creased to a frown. “Scott? why’re you calling?”

“It’s about Preston.”

~~

Vik yawns, sprinting across the spawn of MCC, his name showing up grey in the list of participants. He wasn’t expecting Scott to call him.

“Come on, Vik! I gotchu!” Preston tells him sincerely, bright and contagious. Minecraft Mondays felt less panicky now, a mere buzzing.

Vik honestly haven’t gotten word of Preston since that time with Rob, and the short meet-up with the 5 of them. Between those, the meetings were scarce, well much more rare than the other 4. But..it might be time, to bring him back.

~~

Scott breathes out a sigh of relief, leading Vik to where Preston is, a light cape given by Noxcrew draped over his shoulders. “Oh Preston.” Vik sighs out, crouching in front of the tired hybrid, pushing stray hairs away from his little horns, seeing the dark eyebags and frown. “We missed you too.” 

Their foreheads touch, Vik tightly hugging the asleep Preston.

Scott smiles, contented to see the player taken care of, and leaves them be. 

~~

“W-wha?” Preston mumbles sleepily, “Whas goin’ on?” he scrunches his face, looking down where he’s held. The pathway to the portal gleams purple, the server hub and players clearing way from them. “Vik?”

“Hey Preston. It’s been a while.” Vik replies, warmly.  Preston tightens his arms around Vik’s shoulders, letting his head droop back to Vik’s shoulder. He missed this. “Whe’re we going?”

“Home.” Vik pats Preston's arm by his neck, comfortingly. “They’re waiting for us.” Preston’s smile wobbles, before he hides his eyes to Vik’s blue shirt. Like lapis and UHC’s and Monsters Industries and TNT wars and — he sobs.

~~

Advancement Completed. 

Have all the members of The Pack.