Just a Flash of Pink
An experiment turns wrong and OP is being chased through the Nether by an angry 4K. He gets tangled up in vines before he can catch him and OP sees it as a great opportunity to talk it all out. And maybe bargain for some forgiveness.
Suggested by @fandoms10v3r
OP ran as fast as he could through the crimson forest. It was practically an art form he perfected, avoiding the hoglins, making sure not to knock into any piglins and jumping between the dense red trees. He could not stop for one second. Because stopping meant death.
“You’re dead, feathers!”
4K’s voice thundered behind him, and while OP was far to scared to look over his shoulder and see just how close his brother was gaining up to him, he still had enough courage to shout back.
“I am very much alive, thank you!”
So OP just had the curious wondering thought if hair dye would work on daemons. He had two full blooded daemon brothers to ask, but instead OP found it would be more fruitful to find out the natural way. Meaning swap out one of his brothers hair care for dye and see what happens. What happened was 4K used the product and turned his hair bright pink. He didn’t even have to confirm anything, he just ran for OP and OP ran.
OP ran as fast as he could while his wings twitched on his back, dying to be used to escape but the Nether, especially the forests, were too close to be able to fly safely. Instead OP just needed to find a way up to the Overworld, then he could fly as far and fast as he could.
But first, running.
Eventually OP came to a rather steep slope, covered in crimson trees. Tough to climb but it was going upwards so OP started to climb. He hated climbing the trees in the Nether. The trunks were too smooth, the branches not thick enough, vines always in the way and the shrubbery was too dense. OP had to really push through and even then he could feel the leaves caught in his wings.
“Big mistake, OP!” 4K called up, directly below the tree and OP pushed through faster. “You should have went around and kept running!”
OP risked looking back, watching in horror as 4K was a more seasoned climber of these trees than OP. Of course he would be, he was born here.
“I just need to get to the Overworld, then I’m gone!” OP called back and kept climbing.
“You’re not making out of the Nether alive!” 4K snapped. “You won’t even see the Overworld! You-!”
4K stopped, his words turning into yelp and OP could hear the sound of a branch snapping and his brother falling.
All fear and thrill dropped from OP’s body and he turned around. “4K!” He shouted but couldn’t see through the thick red leaves. He kicked through and quickly climbed down. “4K are you okay?!”
“Ugh... I’m fine...”
OP wasn’t sure how far 4K was up in the tree when he slipped, but the drop couldn’t have been that far. When OP had the ground in sight he jumped down, expecting to help his brother off the floor. Instead 4K was in a...predicament.
He had fallen from the tree, but had gone through the red vines which had tangled themselves around the daemon. A few thick vines around his waist, one around his left thigh, holding his leg up, and a few smaller ones wrapped around his arms, keeping them up above his head. He was at a slight slant and his feet just a few feet off the ground.
OP sighed in relief his brother was okay. “Thought a veteran climber like you would never have fallen.” He couldn’t help but tease.
“I didn’t see the weak branch.” 4K mumbled. His cheeks were pink, probably embarrassed he made such a mistake. He pulled at the vines but it was no use. Red vines held strong.
“Seems you have bad luck with vines recently.” OP couldn’t help but tease again.
“Shut up!” 4K snapped his fangs. Of course it would still be a sore subject. Just mere weeks ago 4K was entangled in vines, commanded by a pretty fae. He was enraged he wasn’t strong enough to break free but OP and HQ were also there, having no luck against them either. The encounter was settled “peacefully” but OP could tell it was still a thought buzzing in 4K’s head.
“Stop yapping and help me down.”
OP nodded and walked forward, but then stopped as his hand reached out. The need for survival suddenly kicked in again.
“What are you waiting for?” 4K asked and pulled the vines again.
OP looked to the vines then back to his brother. “Are you still going to kill me?”
“Of course I am.” 4K replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well, then no.” OP stepped back.
“You!” 4K raged. “I’m already mad at you, and you want to make it worse?!”
“Well just forgive me, and I’ll let you down.”
“Not a chance!”
“Then, I’m not letting you down.” OP stepped back again and folded his arms.
4K growled and immediately went into struggling. The vines still held him too tightly but...for how long? OP knew his brother’s strength and knew it was just be a matter of time before the vines at his hands would break ever so slightly, then he’d be free and then he’d be mad from the pink hair and for not helping him.
Okay, so OP needed a new plan.
Luckily, the idea presented itself freely. With all the struggling in the vines, 4K’s top began slowly slipping up just ever so slightly. It was showing just a little bit of his toned stomach, and some of his sides.
Well, it would be rude to ignore the universe’s so blatant message.
OP stepped forward again and 4K’s eyes were on him. “Have you come to your senses?” He asked, half sarcastically.
“No. Hoping you’ve come to yours. Forgive me and I’ll let you down.”
4K barked out a laugh. “Not a chance!”
“Well, alright then.”
OP shrugged and stepped forward again. 4K looked curiously, it not really clicking in until OP reached forward, wiggling his fingers and then suddenly tickling 4K’s stomach.
“NAAAHAHA! NAHAT! S-StohohoHOHOP! STOP IT!” 4K threw his head back in a deep laugh. He struggled more, trying to wiggle away from OP’s fingers.
“Just forgive me and I will!” OP shouted over the laughter. His hands moved round, squeezing up and down 4K’s sides and pushing his top up further and further.
“FUCK YOU!”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” OP snickered and tickled up 4K’s ribs. A much more sensitive spot that made his laughter more high pitched and giggly.
“Stop! Stohop! G-eeheheahaha...Get awahay from my rihihibs!”
“I will. Just as soooooon as you tell me I’m forgiven.” OP hummed. “And you promise not to get revenge.”
“NEVER!”
“Well then I’m never stopping.” OP shrugged.
He tickled up and down 4K’s torso. Scribbling into his pits, squeezing his sides, knuckling his ribs and vibrating his fingers against 4K’s stomach. Despite how expertly OP was tickling, 4K held firm. Still between the laughter he shouted, promising OP this was his last day. Alright fine, he’d need to turn it up a notch.
The tickling stopped, giving 4K just a moment of peace until he felt OP untying his boots, then he struggled with sudden newfound energy.
“OP! NO! I swear to Prime you’ll be dead and never found!”
“Oh what a shame.” OP mumbled like he pulled a feather from his wings. A nice long fluffy one. “Now, you’ve got one chance to forgive me, or I might just never stop tickling your feet. So last chance.”
4K opened his mouth to shout out some more threats till he saw the feather. His words faltered as he looked back and forth between his brother and the dreaded feather about to ruin his life. But silence was not a confirmation of forgiveness and so the feather quickly found 4K’s sole and brushed.
“EEEEEHEAAHAHAAHAHAHA!” 4K laughed, a deeper laugh than when his torso had been tickled. “NOHOHO! No pleehehease! Plehease stohohop! Plehehease!”
“Tell me you forgive me.” OP demanded, brushing the side of the feather up the centre of 4K’s foot and between his toes.
“I FOHOGIVE YOU! I FORGIVE YOU!”
“Cool! Now tell me you won’t get revenge.” He swiped the feather back and forth, all up and down the foot.
“I WON’T GEHEHET R-REEAAAAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!”
A gentle heart he was, OP took that as close enough and stopped tickling. 4K slumped in his binds, gasping for breath as OP slowly cut away at the vines until 4K was slumped to the ground.
“Don’t worry. The whole Nether definitely heard you.”
OP turned around to see HQ walking towards the two. His hair free from the pink dye as he had watched the unfortunate prank before the two had run off. “Everything good between you now?”
“Perfectly fine!” OP placed his hands on his hips. “My experiment gave me my answer, and 4K just has a funky new hair colour for a few days.”
“And 4K is okay with this?” HQ raised an eyebrow.
“He agreed I was forgiven.” OP quickly spoke as 4K glared at him. “And he agreed not to take revenge.”
HQ shrugged. “Well, alright.”
A cold thin metal feeling coiled around OP’s wrist and dragged him to the ground. He was pulled to his knees and then another coldness went around his other wrist and then his waist and then his wings.
HQ’s chains. Golden links summoned up from the cracks of the Nether and trapping OP.
“Hey! No!” OP quickly looked between his brothers. “4K promised I was forgiven!”
“Oh, he forgave you.” HQ agreed then placed a hand on his chest. “But what kind of older brother would I be if I just let my baby brother be embarrassed and then had revenge taken from him. After all, I never agreed I wouldn’t avenge him.”
4K had looked just as confused as OP was, but then he grinned, slowly rising to his feet as OP tried to sink into the ground.
“Where first?” HQ asked.
“His wings.” 4K replied without mercy and HQ descended upon him.
