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The eggs were on the table. They were just sitting out, minding their own business. They should be put in the fridge before they go bad.
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He hated it. Wemmbu always hated it. Of course he did. He was the pawn for Arachnid. That spider was only ever using him. He knew that. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Because Egg needed him. His only true best friend. The angel, the softest player Wemmbu has ever met, was in danger of death. Arachnid would kill him if the purplette didn’t follow each command the spider gave. He was like a toy, or a puppet. After being forced to fight battles, a war, murder players and steal from friends, now he’s sent underground.
A Purge, Arachnid called it. He’s stuck fighting to survive along with other players unfortunate enough to live underneath Arachnid’s reign. But, just as Wemmbu’s horrible luck goes, the tyrannical spider sent Eggchan down underground too. “What a shame if he were to crack open”. He could almost hear Arachnid’s laughter from down here. The moment Egg, Wemmbu, Codmaster14, Yungy, and Jaden had escaped, the spider seemed to have other plans for him.
What a waste of a promise.
He took Egg the moment his eyes landed on him. The game of Pawn and King was back to be shown. Except, this time Wemmbu wasn’t a pawn for war, but entertainment.
꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱
“Are you really willing to disobey me, Wemmbu?”
The spider mocked him. Wemmbu always hated the color of blood. It sucked that the spider loved that color. Purple was obviously superior. Purple and white. Wemmbu stared into Arachnid’s eyes. He didn’t want to resubmit to him. He was tired. Exhausted, even. All he wanted right now was Egg, safe, and at home where he wasn’t in the middle of a war. Was it really that hard to ask for?
“How am I the one disobeying if you’re the one who broke the promise? How many more of ‘just one more mission and Egg is free’ can you do? I did what you promised was the last mission.”
“This is the last one. For real, now just listen to me…” He started rambling, but Wemmbu didn’t care. He didn’t hear him anyways. It was like the tyrant was mocking him. Like each blood red eye embedded in his amber fur(or I guess fuzz) was challenging the purplette. What a shame of an insect. He deserves to be squashed like one.
‘Challenge accepted, Arachnid.’, Wemmbu thought.
Wemmbu, having the semi-decent armour(and a mace from that clam) that he gained in the Purge, quickly flew up into the air. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted this over with. He can kill Arachnid easily. All he has to ensure is that that filthy spider doesn't try hurting Egg. Egg is like a bottle of glowstone dust. So fragile, and easy to break, yet once it’s glass is gone that glowstone goes back to where it came from. Everywhere, but also nowhere at once.
Wemmbu was a liability to the angel.
The purplette swiftly attempted to use his mace on Arachnid, but right before the attack hit the spider, one of his men threw another player in between them. He didn’t care that he killed that player. Fish guts are nothing to him anyways. He didn’t care when Yungy fled from the scene to save himself, or when Jaden started yelling to stop.
None of this was real. It wasn’t, and that’s the truth.
All Wemmbu could feel was anger, bruises, and already deep cuts on his body that should’ve put him out of commission long ago. The spider only laughed, holding Egg out like a prize. Egg looked terrified.
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The egg was cracked. He put it on the pan. Now it joined the rest of the eggs.
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It didn’t take long for Arachnid to get tired of the purplette. He wasn’t useful anymore. He clearly wasn’t loyal, and had no other jobs to complete for him. With a quick yell, his guards started to swarm Wemmbu, ultimately making it almost impossible to target the spider. They all wore full enchanted netherite. One attacked Wemmbu, then the next. It was a relentless assault.
“He had no chance,” Jaden thought. He watched someone whom he had gotten along with die to the hands of his friend. Dead on the battlefield, forgotten. “What am I supposed to do?”
More troops started coming. Arachnid must’ve been training soldiers while everyone else was in the Purge. They can’t win this. Jaden was starting to panic. Just before he tried to step in, his teammate got stabbed in the side. It was pretty deep with Wemmbu’s dark red blood seeming like a horribly beautiful waterfall, or fountain, that kept pouring without end. He was already deeply injured. He had a low chance of getting out of this alive unless some miracle happens.
[Cresent_bug was slain by Wemmbu]
One. One death out of thirty or forty people. Jayden was trying to focus on killing the soldiers. He didn’t notice when Wemmbu started to collapse, when Wemmbu was trying to even crawl to kill the man holding the rest of what he could call family hostage. Egg was defenseless. Egg was in terrible danger. Why won’t someone save him?
“We need to get out”, Jayden thought. It was futile anyways. How funny is it that some of the strongest players die to a spider and his army? The biggest loser on the server?
Wemmbu didn’t hear anything around him anymore. Maybe he did, but he couldn’t tell. His focus was on Egg. He didn’t hear the sound of swords slashing each other. He didn’t hear Jaden yelling. He was hopeless. He couldn’t do anything. He was tired. His eyes were heavy, but he can’t die with Egg in danger. His mind was hazy. Maybe it was a dream.
Arachnid smiled at the sight. A bloodied, battered, and starved Wemmbu crawling with all his strength he had. How pathetic. How was this the strongest player on the server? The spider grabbed a sword from his inventory. Netherite that had looked like it was red from the amount of blood it shed. It gleamed just as much as Arachnid’s eyes and the blood spilling out of Wemmbu.
Time felt like it was slowing. Wemmbu couldn’t get himself to move. He felt dizzy and weak. Metal was all he tasted in his mouth. Maybe a soldier punched his nose in. He didn’t know. He was a lost cause after all. He tried to stand, but was only knocked down again. His head hit the ground, but he wasn’t sure if Egg’s did or his did first. The world went dark as the blade left Egg’s neck. Wemmbu didn’t want to die like this. A tear might’ve crawled down his cheek, but he wasn’t sure with how much blood covered his body.
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All he could see was eggs. Why eggs? Why does he keep seeing them? No one would answer him. It was pitiful. The eggs were left on the pan. They were going to burn if he didn’t turn off the stove. He didn’t want to. Although, no one wants burned eggs. Maybe they weren't fit to be eaten.
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