#golden types

[goldenflurry]

Pearl had been sitting alone, for what seemed to be a good while, when Doc passed by the shopping district. Doc noticed her sitting on top of Sparkly Trash’s roof, he was headed to see what Scar might have stocked in the redstone shop of his, and then take a glance at iBuy, but something in the way she sat pulled him away from those thoughts completely. He swooped down and sat next to Pearl, who looked distressed about something, enough that it was obviously a problem she was thinking about, and thinking about it hard. Doc had cleared his throat when he realised Pearl didn’t look over as he arrived, she gave him a quiet, but distant, hello. Taking that as a sign to join her side Doc snuggled in on the roof with the local moth alien.

“What’s gotten you looking like some body kicked your puppy?” Doc questioned, hoping that joke wasn’t on the mark or something like that.

Pearl took in a deep breath, “just not feeling it today I guess.” She responded looking out over the district, the melancholy look she had caused Doc to frown lightly.

“Those types of days do happen, maybe you need a break? A lot of things have cause some interesting activity lately,” Doc spoke softly, a small hint of a laugh as he began thinking of the chaos he and his neighbours where in, along with the whole tcg tournament going on, “even a small one is good to have every once and a while.”

“Yeah, I thought about doing that, but I don’t think a break is what I need right now.” Pearl responded looking over to Doc and flashing a weak smile his way, “plus! What’s someone like you doing talking to a silly ol’ cleaning lady like me for? Don’t you have some pesky neighbours to deal with?” She added in, throwing more of a positive tone into her voice this time around.

“Why shouldn’t I stop and make the cleaning lady smile?” Doc chuckled, playfully nudging Pearl with his elbow. “Especially since she’s already helped plenty of people, with her services, I think it’s only fair!” He smiles warmly, “but seriously, if you need to have a talk or something, I can only recommend you so, instead of bubbling it up inside.”

Pearl’s smile changed to one that almost made Doc worry she was about to poor her heart out right there and then, but instead she wiped her eyes and nodded, “you’re right, you’re right, there’s a reason we’re all friends here after all! I guess I still have some getting used to, it’s only my second season here after all!” She laughed, retuning the playful nudge. Her smile this time feeling much more genuine.

“We’re all here for each other, so don’t sweat it!” Doc nodded, standing up and lightly dusting himself from the shop dirt, “us hermits gotta stick together.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

[goldenflurry]

It’d been a few days since the session, yet everyone seemed to move on faster than TIES, or well.. TIE, could. The three of them had been sitting around the base, and the tower, not speaking much, but words spinning around all their heads.

Tango had found himself sitting near the chickens most often, a feeling of something missing, a hint at a time long pasted. The times of heart ache watching as a soulmate died, and how you would be doomed to fall next. Tango knew, of course, that the soul bond had been removed as that season ended, of course it had, the two weren’t even on the same server, for the most part, afterwards. But as he watched over the chickens and the cows something didn’t feel right, the ache of someone missing, the feeling of a hole.. maybe it was just that he missed being around Skizz, the guy who could always bring a positive spin to basically all situations. Hell, he even got Tango to have a giggle got while Skizz was actively being hunted.

He knew he’d see Skizz again, eventually, Jimmy too, but it didn’t help that the two were actively gone in the moment. Something felt off, and unusual, about how the three died, but maybe he was thinking too hard about it. Yeah, they would be fine after the games ended, and that feeling of emptiness would go away as soon as he saw them at the end of the games.

Impulse had been sitting, watching, and thinking. Spending most of his time on, or around, skynet. Walking through the areas that TIES had built, where Skizz spent his last moments, and where tnt minecarts took out so many. While the session was paused they weren’t allowed to change anything, which usually didn’t bother Impulse all too much, but he felt it was a missed opportunity to make a memorial for Skizz. He couldn’t explain why he felt the need for it in the first place, but he could see the whole team was down in the dumps since the last session ended.

Maybe if they had a place all three could have gone, they would’ve been able to talk it out, maybe they could figure out why, why Skizzle’s time running out affected them so much. Why it effected him so much. He’d seen Skizz’s final lives before, why was it so different, so heart wrenching? Maybe he should ask for answers, maybe he will just think about it instead, maybe the end will just show him Skizz is okay and that’s all he will need.

Etho had found himself swimming in a pool of guilt as he hung around the mob farm. Maybe he should’ve said something different, maybe he shouldn’t have taken the time, maybe he should have tried to convince them all to wait out the last twenty, or so, minutes that Skizz had left. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel so responsible for Impulse and Tango looking so distressed. Of course he knew that was the only option at the time, Skizz wanted to go out on his own terms with his own team, of course he did. Skizz made it a point this season even, to make sure everyone knew how great they were, how good they are, and how proud of them he is. Etho sat staring out the world border, he knew Skizz wasn’t the only thing on his mind but, that’s what made him think back to Skizz more.

Etho couldn’t understand why Joel kept appearing in his thoughts, they had only teamed once after all, they weren’t even that close this season. But that nagging feeling kept hitting his mind, something about losing him in the session felt off. A familiar feeling of heart break, a flash to the time he watched as his soulmate fell to the ground while playing with fishing rods. The soulmate that was quite the opposite of himself, the soulmate that when changing color didn’t sit and think too hard about how that means he was one step closer to the end, but more so took it as an opportunity to be himself more and more. The fear of death only hitting him as the obvious fact he couldn’t avoid it came around.

Etho found himself thinking back to the Boat Boys more often than he thought he would, maybe the Bad Boys was just too close of a name, maybe seeing Joel have a more genuine experience with the people he’s with felt like he did something wrong, or perhaps it was just, the feeling of emptiness as he thought about his previous soulmate. How it felt like a part of him was missing, that part of him was gone for good. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, that feeling, but Etho always seemed to feel it as the thoughts went through, he was just glad the season would be over soon and everyone would go back to their lives.

[goldenflurry]

Ren sighed as he sat upon the crastle stairs, he stared blankly out at the open mountain that lead down to the shopping area, which then lead to the spawn village. He could tell his rule was slipping with each new decree but, he couldn’t help it, he panicked when the others looked on him as the king of hermitcraft, staring, waiting, alike a lion’s pride. It felt as if one wrong move and no one would be on his side, not even Bdubs his right hand. He felt he composed himself well in front of the others, which he hoped was more than enough to keep them all from turning on him the moment he showed a hint of weakness.

“You look tired.” Doc’s voice stated, causing Ren to jump catching himself just before taking a tumble down the stairs.

“Oh my god, you scared the life out of me dude! Don’t you know it’s rude to scare the king?” Ren replied in a huff, crossing his arms over his chest with a soft glare.

“Whoops! My bad!” Doc laughed, patting Ren on the shoulder softly with a hand, “thought I’d come check on you man, you seem stressed.”

Ren raised an eyebrow at Doc, questioning if this was this some sort of trap, maybe the perimeter was taking a stance? Ren cleared his throat, adjusting his robe to make sure it was on properly. “I am perfectly fine, in fact, I’m not stressed even in the slightest, the rule is going swimmingly and, I have plenty of loyal subjects that will come if I calleth for them.”

Doc snorted at Ren, “wow, I can’t believe we don’t get to have just have a casual chat, you know, like before all your royal shenanigans started up. The perimeter is a peaceful place Ren, we’re neutral people. You don’t have to worry about me until you attack.” He replies throwing an arm around Ren’s shoulders, giving a half hug type of hold to the wolf. He held a soft smile on his face, causing Ren to scoff playfully, shanking his head lightly Ren decided to lower his guard. He needed a break from being king.

“Alright, alright, you got me dude.” Ren sighs, looking up at Doc with a smile, he did miss chatting with the creeper hybrid. “Did you just come to chat then? Or are there other motives to your visit?” He asks.

“Just came to make sure you’re taking care of yourself out here, being a king can’t be easy.” Doc answers moving to sit on the stairs, releasing his half hug as he does.

“I’m doing what I can.” Ren scoffs, “being king isn’t easy, but it’s tons of fun, playing the role of a ruler is always enjoyable.” Ren sits back on the stairs, this time next to his friend.

Doc nodded, not saying anything more, the two sitting in a peaceful silence. Watching as the sun which had moved across the sky, lay resting at the edge of the world, setting itself along the land and decorating the many builds in an almost magical red and orange hue. The two sat, just relaxing.

Doc turned to speak to Ren but noticed the king had fallen asleep, leaned on the wall that incased the stairs. Doc gave a warm chuckle, scooping the male into his arms, deciding it’d be better if he slept in a bed than out in the cold. He moved through the crastle, up the stairs, and through his door, to the king’s royal bedroom. Doc gently tucked in Ren, hoping that he wasn’t over working due to the royal duties he’d been up to. After making sure the king was comfortable Doc made his way out of the crastle, only leaving a single sign behind.

“The goat father wants you to rest more”

[goldenflurry]

It had been too long, far too long, Cub couldn’t think about anything else. The world full of color, full of life, he wanted to learn everything about it. The place so full of wonder, the place that unlike the nether felt so alive. He’d learned it was called the overworld, through a few barely legible books within a fortress located far enough out, there was hardly anyone around the surrounding area. Cub had been searching endlessly for anything and all information on the world that sat on the other side of that portal, his small venture into the other side fueled his actions. He had been searching for information to the point he’d been asked by both Gem and Stress on what he was doing, both on separate occasions and a few time together.

Gem and Stress wanted to learn why he had this sudden urge to run around the nether, going far out to old run down fortresses, Cub stayed quiet on his intentions not wanting to be stopped. Of course he wanted to explain the new exciting world he’d found, but the wither skeletons and striders never seemed too fond of this type of thing. Gem and Stress would likely be the only few of their kind to understand why he’s so excited about it, this was still far too new for him, he couldn’t accidentally lose it. He wanted more, no, he needed more, more information, more interactions with the other side, one more breath of air not filled with fire or lava.

Cub had made the choice a few days ago to not let anyone know, along with going to go back. This time he wasn't going to sit and watch the sun set, no, no, he was going away from the portal, away from where he entered the new world. He wanted to see how far he could go, how vast the world could be, he just wanted to be in the open air of the over world instead of the closed of cramped nether. There was so much more promise of adventure in this other world.

After avoiding the others in the area Cub made his way to the portal he had previously lit, a small satchel hung at his side, full of the items he may need in the future of this trip. Taking a deep breath he turned to look back at the opening leading to the portal, making sure no one had followed him, returning his attention back to the swirling purple portal, knowing that it lead to new excitement, new adventure, new creatures.

Cub stepped through, the sounds of the portal filling his ears, until he stepped through. The other side, the field he was in just as beautiful as before. He smiled brightly, his body electrified with excitement, and he ran. Into the field under the shining sun, nothing in his way of learning what this place held to be found, the books hidden away in the nether had nothing on the real thing. The colors, the smells, the sites, and most importantly the feelings. Something about the lack of the nether roof felt so freeing, it felt so open, he felt like a bird having been let out of a cage to fly.

Cub continued running until his legs were burning from exertion, he stopped, leaning on a small oak tree, one of the many tree sprouting in the forest he’d found himself in. Taking this moment to catch his breath, he scanned over the area happily, taking in every brush of wind, every animal calling to its own kind, every second the sun shifted over the land casting shadows along the ground. Cub loved this land, the new looks, the new adventures, the new creatures. He could go on for ages about how much he adored learning of the overworld, and then being able to experience it. It was nothing but a dream like bliss to Cub, nothing could have been more exciting than this.

Part 1

[goldenflurry]

“Please! Please! No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to I’m so sorry please! Grian please don’t put me in there! Please!” NPG begged desperately as they were dragged across the hills by Grian, “Grian please! I don’t want to be in the closet anymore! It’s dark! Dusty! Please don’t force me be alone again!”

Grian hadn’t said anything to the increasingly desperate pleas from NPG, he had only continued pulling this creature he’d made off into the distance. He wanted to put NPG into an area where no one would be able to get them out of. The single factor that NPG had found their way out of the last closet only caused Grian to worry of what they could do if he was to allow them to run around freely. Not wanting to figure out through mistakes, Grian decided to take NPG far out and lock them back up.

“Creator please! I haven’t done anything wrong! I haven’t caused any trouble! I’ll even stop building rustic houses! Please! I don’t want to go back! I don’t want to be alone! I don’t want to be forgotten!” NPG continued their begging as they pulled against the winged male’s hold. Grian had a tight hold on one of NPG’s arms and it seemed no matter what NPG did they couldn’t pull their arm out, though they continued to try, while digging their heels into the dirt and grass they went past.

Grian stopped only when he decided it was far enough, far enough that no one would think there was a rustic house building, demon, robot, thing buried under it. Grian pulled out his shovel and opened up and area in the ground, building a small room and threw a door onto one of the sides. Pushing it open and turning to NPG.

“Grian please! I promise I’ll be good!” NPG continued, only to be shoved into the small box.

Grian stared at NPG for a moment, the pleas from them were almost making him second guess this decision, though Grian ultimately decided to close the door and start replacing the dirt around it.

“No no! Please! Please! Grian! Creator! Please! Don’t leave me here! Please!” NPG cried pounding on the door, “Please! Please! Please! I can’t stay here! Grian! I don’t want to be left behind again! I swear to be good! I’ll do anything! Please!”

No response ever came from Grian. The only sound in the desolate location was the slowly fading cries of NPG, until there was nothing but silence.

[goldenflurry]

“You left me dude!” Ren yelled, his heart broken, his thoughts racing, his life, red.

“I’m sorry Ren, I really am! I’ve said it over and over again, to the point that it doesn’t even seem like words anymore!” Bigb shot back, his newly acquired ears flattened on his head, his arms held out to express his distress better.

“You left for a secret admirer! You wouldn’t tell me who it was and yet you met with them? How can I trust you if you wont even tell me who it is? As well if you know who they are why did you allow them to take you away from me?” Ren questioned more huffing, he was angry, sad, and felt betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust for the rest of his life.

Bigb didn’t respond, guilt painted on his face, his arms wrapped around his torso in a self hug, his ears flat against his head, tail tucked closely behind him. Box had never felt so foreign to him than in this moment. Bigb had glued his eyes to the ground, the mere thought of seeing how upset Ren is, was more than enough to make him feel like it was the wrong choice to have met up with Grian. He loved Ren, of course he did, he would do so much to help, he didn’t want to lie which is why he told Ren about the admirer in the first place. It was supposed to be a sign of just how much he cared. To proove he wouldn’t lie, sure he might have hid the evidence in the moment but, that was for Grian’s safety. They’re both red lives and Ren has always made it to the finals, he knows how powerful Ren can be. But those are all just reasons he couldn’t form any words, couldn’t form his racing guilt filled thoughts into any type of sentence. Bigb had no idea what to say to Ren. Because Ren was right, he did leave his side to meet up with the admirer and, he won’t even explain who that admirer is, he formed a secret soulmate, which technically was leaving Ren behind.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be then?” Ren spoke, breaking the silence that was hanging over the two. “You’re going to go off with your admirer?” He questioned, the sound of sadness had filled Ren’s words much like a glass about to spill over.

“I’m sorry, Ren…” Bigb spoke softly, just above a whisper, he couldn’t say anything else. What would he say? That Ren was right? That he was happy to be away from Box and hanging around Grian instead?

“I’m sorry too, Bigb. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough for you.” Ren stated darkly, his sadness had turned into a new brewing anger, as he grabbed his things and walked out the doors. Ren left Box, unsure if he was ever going back.

Bigb watched as Ren left, he wanted to say something, anything, but he had no words. All he had were flash backs to the last time he caused someone to leave. Someone he had cared for and was ready to protect with his life, and yet, he did something to cause them to leave. Bigb took off the sunglasses that he got to match Ren’s, looking at them for a moment, to only drop them to the ground. Heading out the door, Bigb had decided he needed to talk with someone, and the only person he could think of was Grian, so to Grian he went.

[goldenflurry]

Click click

The portal opening echoed through the open area of the nether that Cub was in, he was placed at a ruined portal that had been left behind, abandoned and turned into a new opportunity. The falls of lava dripping in the distance from the over hanging ledges, was the only motion outside of the portal itself, it’s purple glow was alluring, tempting him to step through. Cub eyed the portal carefully, he’d never been outside before, the nether was all he knew. Though fixing a portal and lighting it up had sent him into a spiral of curiosity, what was on the other side? Was it actually useful? He’s only heard tails of distant lands covered in colors he couldn’t even imagine, colors like, green and blue! Cub stared into the swirling purple, the color was magnificent, shining brightly as it made sounds he couldn’t even describe.

Slowly Cub reached his hand to the portal, he had no idea if he could even get back after going through, in fact he was told the places beyond the nether could be dangerous for hybrids alike him. The portal’s energy danced on his fingers as fire endlessly danced on netherrack’s surface, it was energizing, interesting, enticing, anything but worry was in his mind. A bright smile flashing on his face, “you only live once!” He thought pushing his body into the portal as fast as he could, not leaving anymore time for doubt to settle in.

Cub gasped lightly as he fell to the ground, the area was bright like looking directly into a pit of lava, but everywhere. He squinted his eyes while shuffling to his knees, this land was very different already. A breeze brushed by his skin causing him to jump at the sudden feeling, usually a breeze passing meant someone, or something, was too close for comfort. Cub jumped to his feet and looked around, there was no one, nothing, just wind, and the scene around him. His eyes had adjusted to the light, and the area he landed in was more than he ever could have imagined, a sky not covered by netherrack, flowing blades of grass and flowers dotting the field, a warm but not over powering warmth from the bright sun in the ocean of a sky, clouds flowing across gently. Cub was in awe, colors he’d never seen everywhere, this place was indescribable for him. Cub walked forwards slowly, trying to take in everything and anything, wanting to get all he could stored in his memories. He had no idea if he’d ever return after this adventure, or if he’d go too far from the portal. As much he wanted to run through this new world, he did not want to loose his only way back home.

Cub sat in the grass, running a hand over the soft green blades, stopping at a flower. Gently Cub touched the flower, the petals felt like they’d crumble away if he touched it too harshly. Gently grabbing a petal, Cub pulled lightly on it, the flower bending until releasing the the tugged petal. Cub held the petal in his hand rubbing it between his fingers, this consistency was one soft, an unusual feeling for a blaze born. This world seemed very soft compared to the nether, soft, fresh, open. Cub looked out to the rolling hills, watching the shadows of clouds pass over the swaying plants in the grass. If Cub hadn’t known better he’d say this place was made if dreams, it felt so unreal.

Cub had been laying down for what was probably hours now, the sky had changed to a soft pink and was fading into it’s deep blue, small shining stars beginning their nightly duty to blink in the sky. The fact the sky could change colors was more interesting than anything in the nether, Cub absolutely adored this world, only finding it hard to want to leave as more time went by. If he knew how to survive in this world like he does in the nether he would stay, but he knew little to nothing about this place, he was extremely lucky to even find a portal in as good of shape as the one he had. Not many ruined portals had the perfect amount of obsidian in a nearby chest to fix the portal, let alone it being in a secluded place which allowed him to fix it and step through. Cub sat up, the sky a deep blue, sparkling lights dancing in the darkness, a large circle that he could actually look at unlike the other that had left the sky by now. As enchanting as it was Cub decided it had been long enough of a trip. He had to go home, but he will remember this place, and return in the future. With that decided, Cub walked to the portal, only looking back at the field once just before stepping through the portal, returning to the nether.