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[reallybadblackoutpoems]

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[deejayjunkdrawer]

[msladypaulson]

Does anyone else stress eat goldfish? Is that a thing now?

[namelesslose-r]

ated too many goldfish and now my mouth tastes like blood

[auroraasustralis]

Don’t you just hate it when you are minding your own business and then BAMMMM, your brain decides you MUST know about this super random thing NOW!!!!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!! NOW NOW NOW!!!

Welp, now I know a bunch of random facts about goldfish

[wren-kitchens]

there's something coming from the mines...

[wren-kitchens]

did someone say.. ange and wren hurt/comfort??

yes i did

this mayyyy have a part 2 later

wren listens cautiously by the closed doors of the greenhouse. there’s something—someone?—in there other than lilianna, but they don’t know any more than that. what if a mob got in there somehow- what if lilianna’s in danger? do skeletons know how to open and shut doors? they can climb ladders—wren wouldn’t put it past them. they realise their breathing has quickened and shallowed, and wren forces himself to calm down. no, not again. they won’t hurt lilianna the way they hurt judas. they won’t hurt anyone again- not if they can help it. okay. assess the situation. wren can assess. they’re great at assessing. assess- that’s a fun word to say isn’t it? they’re stalling. alright. assessing- actually assessing this time. if it’s a mob, they can kill it before it gets to lilianna—they’ll get in its way if it tries to go for her, and all will be well. if it’s a player… well, they’re not sure what to do then. what if it is a player? what if it’s stiff, coming to kill lilianna for what wren did to judas? they want to say it’s fair but- lilianna shouldn’t have to die for what wren did. burn their cafe to the ground, steal everything they own- steal lilianna. just- don’t hurt her for wren’s sake. what if it’s judas, though? wren isn’t sure what judas would do. yell at them? demand an apology? both seem like what judas should do, just.. not what judas would do. maybe wren would encourage them to yell- would apologise until their voice stopped working. yes, that seems like a good plan of action. ange though. wren has no idea what ange would be doing. she hasn’t spoken to them since- since the meeting. wren wants to apologise to her too- they would have, if they thought it was safe enough to be.. with other people.

which brings up a whole new point; is wren safe to even be there? is lilianna in danger because of them? and what of potential players? should they just go- disappear off to some distant land and hide away forever. would- would that be safer for everyone else? they’re panicking again. panicking is bad. panicking gets people hurt. lilianna calms them down. there’s someone else in the room with lilianna. what do they do? wren’s muscles seem to decide before their brain can fully catch up, because the next moment, they’re gently pushing the birch doors to the greenhouse open and peeking in. the first three things they register: 1) lilianna is safe and sound. 2) ange is in the room 3) ange is asleep, curled up in a protective ball in a corner. okay. that’s good, that’s fine. lilianna is safe. that’s the important thing—whilst players respawn, sniffers certainly don’t; lilianna is okay. second thing then—what is ange doing here? she looks- frozen; lips purple, fingers blue, shivering. wren knows immediately—the affects of powdered snow. since they have their winter coat, it’s not affected them as it does most players—as it has affected ange. the greenhouse is the warmest place within a 500 block radius—it’s no wonder ange came here. but- well, wren does wonder why ange came here. doesn’t she know they’re dangerous? she was there at the meeting where they- when it all happened. surely she should know. so why come anyway? whatever. now’s not the time to be worrying about that—even in the greenhouse, ange is still far too cold for a player to be safely. blankets. yes- blankets and- and hot chocolate and- oh! lilianna is practically a radiator, she’s that warm all the time. okay, good, fantastic. they can help- they can help!

cursing their shoddy handiwork, wren rummages through the chests, trying to find the coco beans without squeaking the hinges too horribly- only to remember that the coco powder is in the cafe front. muttering under their breath a few choice words that would have gotten them a mouthful of snow a good few years back, wren scrambles clumsily up the stairs to the counter. they’ve not had customers in a while—probably the powdered snow just outside the entrance’s doing—but hot chocolate was always the most requested item on the menu, and whilst wren seems to have a poor memory recently, their muscles have not forgotten how to make it. hurriedly, they rush up to their room (ignoring the pang in their chest at the sight of judas’ long-empty bed) and grab an armful of blankets and pillows. they can grab the hot chocolate in a minute, wren decides. when they get back, lilianna has already snuggled up to ange. wren breathes a sigh of relief as they notice the signs of potential frostbite clearing up. “thanks, baby.” wren whispers to lilianna, who grunts softly in response. clever girl. wren piles blankets over and carefully arranges pillows underneath ange, praying desperately the whole time that she won’t wake up. thankfully, ange remains fast asleep, much warmer now. next thing: hot chocolate. as they stand up, however, wren hesitates. it’s dumb- it’s nothing, really, just- well, it’s.. it’s been a while since they’ve actually talked to someone—even longer since wren thought they were fully lucid during the conversation. they kinda miss it. it wouldn’t hurt, surely, if wren were to grab their own duvet and pillows. it’s late, after all, and frankly they don’t think they can handle another night in that painfully empty room. in fact, even if ange wasn’t here, wren would be sleeping in the greenhouse. really, they’re just making the most of this situation.

as they carry the second bundle of blankets of the night downstairs, wren catches sight of the now-cold chocolate left on the counter. they pause, considering, before deciding that a mug of hot chocolate when ange is actually awake to drink it would be more of use. to say ange doesn’t stir as wren settles down next to her would be a lie. wren freezes, half leant against the wall, suddenly realising how scared they are of upsetting her. but ange seems to feel the opposite of wren’s fears, as she leans into them as soon as they’re sat. and wren- wren doesn’t cry exactly, just- maybe they tear up a little, and yeah, okay, they do have to suppress a sob. only a little one though! and that doesn’t count as crying, even as they have to wipe their eyes to keep from actual tears running down their face. it’s- it’s normal. they’re being normal about this situation. ange came to their house in what was clearly a time of need, and she fell asleep in their greenhouse, and now she seems to be gladly accepting cuddles in her sleep from them. wren thinks they’re handling it perfectly well, thank you. it dawns on wren, as they shuffle slightly to get more comfortable, just how exhausted they are. maybe they can stay here just a little longer; they’re sure ange will wake them up anyway, when it’s morning. just as wren begins to drop off, one last thought surfaces in their mind. ‘maybe i’m not a monster after all.’