#q!eggs

[dvnieldraws]

coolest kid in the tubbo chunk [q!sunny]

[randygrim]

aaaand iii will always love youuuuuu

[mxfishtastic-qsmp]

if no one has requested it yet, I‘d like to request Bobby.

I have in fact done Bobby, as you noticed

However, just for you 'cause you're my only fan and I appreciate you homie, have a little Bobby. As a treat.

I really like the idea of Roier being walking in but have a bunch of requests to work through- if enough people want this then I’ll add him though

If YOU also want to add onto my workload too, my requests are still open <3

[d-um3y]

My sweet girl

[whori]

I love their vibe already

[pm-00]

If I think too long about the parents of the deceased eggs getting new children I start crying. Like Roier is already ripping my heart daily with Pepito: I won't let you sleep close to me. I've already given you a hundred nicknames. We will spend our first days together rebuilding the city I made in honor of my dead son. We have similar stripped shirts.

[catsinaspacesuit]

Summary of Quackity's end of stream (this is what I saw and for my own notes, if you saw anything else or I'm mistaken in anything, please let me know):

ElQuackity entered a Federation building using secret warps, from there he walked into a room with a parkour above a lava pool and then a room where an egg called Egg A1 was inside a crystal cell.

ElQuackity exited that room and went back to the lava pool room and Egg A1 followed him using a door that led to the parkour.

The prototype egg, seemed to be weak and learning, it went through the first part of the parkour slowly, but later on it fell on the lava pool and died.

ElQuackity walked out of there and walked through different hallways and rooms of the Federation.

One of the walls had a big "A0" sign and ElQ opened a secret room behind it. This room had different desks and a big computer screen (very similar if not Sofia, Maxo's computer) with his information on it.

[fog-kid]

About Q!Roier and the eggs missing

Roier said his goodbyes to Cellbit and teleported home before letting out a long sigh and slowly sinking to the floor.

Tiredness came from running, exercising, a long trip to the caves or fighting overpowered mobs. It also came from making sure everyone smiled around you even when the air weighted enough to make your lungs shut tight.

After the sight of an empty bed left the Island tumbling, blindly looking for a way to react, Roier was as tired as if he'd run miles and fought thousand mobs.

He stared down at the cold, cobbled floor and touched it, wondering if the earth underneath it had any answers he didn't.

There's not a lot you can do if you're stuck playing the part of the clown. He'd learned that with time, and he's gotten better at feeling, he really has. It's just easier to make fun of a wound than bleeding out.

At the very least, he knew Cellbit understood. Jokes can only get you so far, and he'd always been better at understanding Roier's mindset than others, if you're not counting Jaiden. Before he even tried to explain his humor, which can sometimes cross lines out of clumsiness, Cellbit understood where it was all coming from, and that was more than he could ask for.

Still, Roier had to stand up and prepare for bed without having the chance to talk to Richarlyson about how the day went. He had to go to sleep without telling him a dumb story about his uncle coming back to eat him if he didn't shower, or singing to him the latest song he had stuck on his mind, or kissing his forehead goodnight.

It was muscle memory. Long term memory, because he doesn't frequent this place, but he found himself opening the door to an empty house and an empty bed with a warm kitchen, the stove on waiting for no one.

He smiled when he saw the pan, the memory of Leonarda putting a fried egg in it just to indulge his stories still fresh. He laid on the bed beside it and closed his eyes.

They'd be back. They came back once, they'd do it again. It was just this Island's commitment to breaking every spirit anyone had left. Roier's had been squished some time ago, so he could play his part until the others found peace.

It was no one's bussiness if he cared, if he cried because he missed his sister, or his son, or every kid that deserved better. It was no one's business if he cried for Bobby because empty beds were getting too familiar. Absolutely nobody's business, because no one deserve to know of his love and pain. That was for him to deal with.

Maybe he never fell asleep, but he remembers night turning to day and practicing the smile he would display in the morning. He would not let this Island win, he would not let anyone see him cry. And when the eggs came back, he would tease them until they smiled too.