Present Wemmbu goes to the past!
Hi hi everyone!! This is my first time putting a little drabble fic on Tumblr! I’m not reallyyyy sure what I’m doing so bear with me!!
At first, he’d thought he was having a super realistic dream.
And then he’d stumbled out of Zam’s castle and gazed up at the sky, heart beating out of his throat and oh.
There was the Zam Empire. Completely whole and undestroyed. The ground was solid underneath his feet, neither cracked or littered with craters, and when he blinked harshly and looked down at his hand, he saw all five fingers clear as day. Not a dream then. He flexed his hand and then let his arm drop back to his side. He watched, mind feeling far away from his body, as the citizens went about their day.
His breathing was coming a little too fast.
How in the world was that even possible? And Zam hadn’t acted out of the ordinary, didn’t have any of the knowledge and weight of the future pressing down on him. Dare Wemmbu say it, he’d looked… lighter. Even though he had the responsibility of hundreds of players over his shoulders, he looked happy.
Wemmbu threw his elytra on and immediately got distracted again. His inventory was… the same.
Both Gambit and Crucible sat innocently in his hotbar, months before he was supposed to have them. Wemmbu tossed down his e-chest and saw shulkers full of orbital strike canons and nuke shots. What the fuck was going on?
He took to the sky, trying to remember where his old base was. Did it even exist yet? This was obviously before Zam blew it up, or else he wouldn’t have been so pleasant with him back in the throne room.
His hair was in a braid bun that Jaden had helped him make that morning, but a couple strands slipped out as he rocketed off in random directions, trying to let muscle memory kick in. It turns out when you don’t do something for over a year though, that muscle memory doesn’t really exist anymore.
“Augh!” He let out a frustrated cry and just decided to fly to 0,0. Maybe if he got to spawn he’d have better luck.
***
Wemmbu stared at the view in front of him. Wow.
It had been a long time since spawn had looked so… uninteresting.
It was untouched by Ash’s Mafia, and the wither’s that had wreaked havoc there afterwards. There certainly weren’t any signs of the work Parrot and his Northern Council had done there to clean it up.
Spoke’s cave base sat on one side of the clearing, and Parrot’s cage thing hung out on another.
Wemmbu’s slid off the hill he’d been standing on and made his way over to what used to be his own.
It didn’t…
It was nothing special. It didn’t evoke any nostalgia or mourning for what was. It was just a base. He hadn’t even used it that much before he moved to make his own kingdom for Zam.
Wemmbu didn’t know how to feel about that.
He left quickly, not wanting to linger here. It felt wrong. Like he’d walked in on something he wasn’t supposed to be seeing.
And he still didn’t know where the heck he was supposed to be going! Screw it, he had another idea.
Private messages between Wemmbu and PrinceZam
<Wemmbu> Yo Zam
<Wemmbu> What’s the coords to the kingdom vault thing you gave me
<PrinceZam> ???? how do you forget that
<Wemmbu> I didn’t ask you to question me I asked what the coords are
<PrinceZam> Ok buddy 😒
<PrinceZam> [***,**,***]
<Wemmbu> Ty bro
<PrinceZam> did you just say thank you???? since when do you do that??
<Wemmbu> Character development
Alright! Now he knew where he was going.
***
“Hm.” Was the only thing he could think of to say when the kingdom came into view. It was very underwhelming compared to some of the stuff on the server nowadays. (See, The Great Sea, The Northern Council, Arachnid’s Cave Kingdom, etc)
He landed on the grass outside the main building and wandered inside. He honestly didn’t remember much about this place, his memory was kinda fuzzy so-
“Hey, you’re back.”
Wemmbu was at his side in a flash, dragging him into his arms and burying his face in his neck.
“Woah, what could’ve possibly evoked this reaction?” Egg asked, awkwardly patting his back. Wemmbu whimpered, holding him tighter. If this was a dream he couldn’t wake up now. “Wemmbu?” Egg’s voice was soft, laced with concern as he finally put his arms around him and squeezed.
The sob that had been sitting heavy in his chest for weeks now finally escaped. It came out with such force his legs almost gave out on him. “E-Egg.” He choked out, gripping at the angel’s suit.
“Yeah, Bu, I’m here. What’s wrong?” Egg rubbed his back.
Wemmbu tried to speak again but nothing came out except for a ragged whine. If he woke up now he wasn’t sure if he would ever stop crying. Actually, he’d probably blow up everything and everyone he could find.
“You’re ok, honey.” Egg soothed. “Come on, let’s go upstairs ok?”
And so they did. Egg dragged guided him up to their shared bedroom, murmuring to him softly the whole way.
Once on the bed, Wemmbu scrambled to crawl up on his lap, shoving his face in his stomach and holding onto his waist.
Egg took out the bun in his hair and dragged his fingers through the greasy purple locks. “This isn’t what I put it in this morning.” He murmured, and kissed the top of his head. “When’d you do this?”
A pang shot through his heart. He knew Egg was trying to help him feel better by bringing his mind off of whatever was causing this, but he was accidentally poking at the problem head on, because he hadn’t done his hair this morning, or the morning before that, and the one before that, and-
Despite himself, Wemmbu sniffled and narrowed his eyes, trying to focus. “What’d you do with it this morning?” He whispered.
He could feel the confusion radiating off of his best friend’s body. “Just a ponytail.” Egg responded, but didn’t ask any of the questions Wemmbu knew were circling around in his brain like vultures. “Are you feeling better now?”
“I…” Wemmbu croaked. He settled on shrugging.
“Ok.” Egg said, and apparently he hadn’t been as confused as he’d thought, because the next words out of his mouth were; “I take it wherever you’re from isn’t too great.”
Wemmbu sat up abruptly, but made sure to not let go of him. If he did, he’d probably break down again.
“What?” He asked, baffled.
“I said-”
“No, I heard what you said.” Wemmbu interrupted him, hands flexing on his waist. “How did- how did you-?”
“Well for starters, both your outfit and hair style are completely different than when you left.” Egg said. “Actually, on that note, your hair is supposed to be around your thighs and now it’s under your knees. So congratulations on that.”
Wemmbu blinked at him, shocked.
“And you’ve got a… I don’t know, this haunted look in your eyes. You’re also acting like you haven’t seen me in a really long time-” Wemmbu’s face crumpled “-so yeah. …I didn’t die did I? Wherever you’re from?” Egg explained.
“No, no, just um. You’ve gotten yourself in the worst hostage situation I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying something because you were stuck in the end for a few months.” Wemmbu said. “And the guy who has you is like… the ruler of a really big kingdom. And he’s basically using you as a tool so that he can have me. But he let me see you in the cage you were in, and even let you go once, but he put you right back in, and if I try and fight back he’ll always threaten to kill you, and I can’t just break you out and run because he made you set 16 ender pearl stasis’, and he said the whole kingdom was set to blow up and if that happens with you in it then-”
Egg put his hands on his shoulders. “Wemmbu, breathe.” He commanded.
Wemmbu hiccuped and suddenly he was crying again. Egg pulled back against his chest, stroking his hair. The purple demon nuzzled his shoulder. “I’m from the future.” He offered. “By the way.”
“Future’s not sounding too fun right now, huh.” Egg joked.
“No.” Wemmbu whined, and hugged him harder.
“Hey.” His friend said over his quiet sobs. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”
“Oka-a-ay.” Wemmbu hiccuped. “I love you, Eggy.”
“I love you too, Bu. I’m cheering you on. Uh, from the past!” Egg exclaimed.
That gave Wemmbu a wet giggle.
“Anyhow.” Egg said conversationally. “What’s the future like? How much cooler am I?”
“Oh!” Wemmbu sat right back up again, taking care not to crush Egg’s legs when he summoned both maces. “Say hello to my prized weapons! Have you heard of elytra macing?”
***
“Egg, I’m back! Where are youuu?” Wemmbu’s voice sang down the hall.
Egg hurried down the stairs. His other suit jacket had been thrown into the hamper to wash, and he didn’t bother to put another one on.
“Hey!” He said, when Wemmbu peered around the corner. His friend lit up when he saw him. His hair was in a ponytail and he was wearing the dress shirt and flowy pants he’d carefully chosen that morning.
“Dude, Egg.” He said. “I’m so glad you’re okay. You’ll never guess where I’ve been!”
~End~