Evbo Revives Everyone in Parkour Civilization:
Warning: This is a Clownzy fic
We saved the world. Again. And yet, staring down at everyone, I realized just how much I lost. My friends, the old man… Heck, I even missed Seawatt.
I wished there was some way I could talk to them again. To show them everything that’s happened. But no, I have to move on.
Then I remembered, all those ghosts, visits from beyond, they got to have come from somewhere. I just have to find them.
Once I found where parkour afterlife was, I resurrected all of them. Save for the Parkour Villain, obviously. I also made players always respawn when they die, no exceptions. Things were going great until one day, a man approached me on the chainmail level.
???: Hey, Mr. Parkour God? Can I ask you something?
???: Could you send me to the afterlife?
What? Why would anyone want to go to the afterlife? I’m sure I resurrected everyone there. What could he possibly want? But then, I realized there’s only one reason why anyone would want to go up there.
Evbo: The Parkour Villain seeks to destroy everything we’ve built. I can’t let-
???: Please. I just want to see my friend.
Those words made me pause. Friend? The Parkour Villain is a ruthless murderer, betraying and killing everyone in their way. But then, the man told me a story.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: I was born on the third level, but I wasn’t good enough to survive on my own. My friend has saved me more times than I can count, has always stuck with me.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: Without my friend to help me, I, well, I fell to my death. For so long, I have waited for him. And just as we were finally reunited, you took him away.
His words shook me. The Parkour Villain protected someone, was loyal to them. No. The Parkour Villain is a ruthless, cruel, evil tyrant… but this man seemed so sincere?
Seawatt: You’re not actually falling for this, are you? Come on, the Parkour Villain doesn’t even have allies, let alone friends.
No, Seawatt was right. I had to steel my resolve.
Evbo: You can’t really expect me to believe you. I mean, the parkour races, for one. They were horrible death traps.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: But weren’t they also fun?
Seawatt: Fun? Fun? I was fighting for my life.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: But you don’t have to! We all respawn.
That’s right. The main way the Parkour Villain terrorized people and rose to power has been nullified. Plus, the Parkour Villain’s friend may have had a point. That last race, down to the wire, me parkouring for my life… It was thrilling. It was nothing like I’d ever done before.
Seawatt: Evbo, don’t you dare-
And so, I went to parkour afterlife and interrogated him like mad. Even if it was foolish, I needed to find an answer. And I think I got one.
The Parkour Villain: When I discovered the parkour races, I was obsessed. Pushing yourself to the limit, where one second could decide your fate…
The Parkour Villain: But the parkour races were banned, and they came at a cost. And in order to play, I had to become fine with that cost. But in the end, all I really wanted was people to parkour with.
Hearing this, I made up my mind. I revived our greatest threat, hoping beyond hope there was some good inside of him.
And it actually worked out. Sure, everyone was terrified and screaming for a while. But the Parkour Villain’s friend was right. Parkour races were fun, and soon everyone was doing them.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: I challenge you to a parkour battle.
My heart sank at that. The Parkour Villain’s friend stood in front of me, standing in front of a one block jump.
Evbo: Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends, and you’re just going to throw it away? To betray me?
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: Betray you? That’s impossible. You’re the Parkour God. What chance would I have?
Evbo: Wait, you aren’t going to betray me? Then, why?
The Parkour Villain’s friend told me that he noticed I haven’t parkour battled anyone in ages. Everyone was busy practicing their races, battles becoming less and less common. And because I was the parkour god, no one was brave enough to try and challenge me anymore. And now that he pointed it out, I really did want to battle again.
Evbo: So if I win, I get two golden carrots. If you win, you get my god boots. Alright! Sounds legit to me.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: Just uh, go easy on me, okay?
Even though the attacks were easy, I genuinely had fun doing these jumps again. Some of these I haven’t done since I was a parkour noob. Speaking of which, an OG: The one block 360. I take a leap, twirl perfectly in the air and-
I take damage and the blocks disappear. It’s undeniable. I missed my jump, my signature jump. I look over, and the Parkour Villain’s friend is staring at me, his eyes wide in disbelief. I had to act natural.
Okay, I think that worked. But now, I had another problem. He sends another attack, a 2 block 360. I go on and miss again. What is going on? I try again and again, missing every time. The attacks rack up more damage, until we’ve almost reached lethal damage. This isn’t good. I had to focus.
I take a deep breath to steady myself. I open my eyes wide for a perfect 360, and I see it. For the faintest of moments, a flash of purple in the corner of my eye and the slightest impact on my chest. It can’t be… Is he hitting me off the jumps?
The man lets out a dark and twisted laugh, his eyes revealing his malice.
The Parkour Villain’s Friend: I suggest you forfeit.
He does his final attack, jumps I could do in any other circumstance. But I’m completely trapped. If only there was a way to protect me, a way to block his attacks, or even block him from reaching me.
But then, I had a very good idea.
I build all his jumps, but at the last second, I make a wall to block him from attacking me. Then it’s just an easy hop, spin, and a-
Was it really just me? Was I losing my touch? Was I just unworthy?
Then, I hear it. That laugh, sinister and cold as last time. I look up from the ground, the Parkour Villain towering over me. My heart drops as I see the champion’s boots on his feet. No…
The blocks disappear, and I snap my head back. The Parkour Villain’s friend dons the god boots, power surging out through him. In that moment, a memory flashes in my mind. My biggest failure.
Evbo: Wait! If you give him the boots, he'll betray you! He’ll use you, and he’ll kill you!
But behind me, Parkour Villain only laughs. I look back at him, feeling the smirk from under his mask. His nonchalance, his confidence, is unwavering. He just looks down on me, the sickly pity dripping down.
The Parkour Villain: Unlike you, Evbo, I never needed godhood to defeat my enemies.
Lightning strikes behind me, and with dread, I turn back in time to see the Parkour Villain’s friend shoot up in the air, flying. The sky darkens into a mosaic of reddish purple, and a swinging orchestra of cackles fills my ears. It feels like I’m going mad, ringing out and twisting until I succumb.
The Parkour Villain: All hail… the Parkour Devil.