> It's dark when Coffee tumbles out of the Nether portal to their son's island in the middle of forever ocean, bracing against the cold, smooth obsidian of the outer edges of the portal. Fae examines the arrow in their side with more annoyance than anything. All it really takes is one shot, huh? One lucky piglin with a crossbow, it wasn't even their fault that that piglet got hurt in the first place it literally threw itself off a six-meter high ledge.
> They break the shaft off, the voices naturally taunting fae for the chink in their netherite armor that allowed this to happen, and stumbles away from the portal, glittering rainbow sword raised to warn off any nearby zombies. Is Dragon or Crow home? Coffee probably should have checked.
> Fae reaches the door and knocks twice, then steps back and leans against a pillar for stability.
*under their breath* ........Really should've checked first........
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Chaos hears the faint knock from her room. She hesitantly walks up the stairs. Connor, Crow, and Dragon wouldn’t knock on their own front door. This isn’t one of them.
She sneaks a glance through the window. It’s Coffee. And fae looks hurt. Chaos rushes to the door and hastily opens it.
“Coffee? Are you ok? What happened?”
It’s been a while since Chaos has seen Coffee. But fae’s one of the only people that Chaos trusts.