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fountainpenguin · 9 months

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"You pretty pups all over the city, I have your hearts and you have my pity..."

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New Dog's Life chapter today!

Chapter 3 - “Flicker (BigB)”

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Start from Chapter 1

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Having a reputation as a cheater and backs̵͙̞͙͊̋̄̇͆̑̚t̶̟̝͔̝͕̦̫͂͒͆͋̄͜ȃ̴̞̺̱̝̬́͂͗̐́̿̂̄̇̈̇̕͜͝͝bber doesn't do you many favors, ḙ̴̢̼͎̝̫̣̥̓͝͝ͅspecially whĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅn this season assigns you a player to target right from the start. What's a coo̸̥͎͍̞͛͜ͅḵ̸̠̠̗͓̗̂̃͘í̴̛̖͇̿̊̅̅̅͗͜ĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅ man to

What's a cookiĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅ man

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(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Bigbst4tz2 - Player

Quarry: impulseSV

Hunter: Unknown

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BigB would not, by any stretch of the imagination, describe himself as “loving to kill zombies.” Who does? There’s something about their faces, man… Zombies generate with familiar faces and ragged clothes they pick from your memories, which makes them so, so much creepier than villagers are. Cleo’s okay. BigB doesn’t mind them so much… Just the random ones that generate looking like his undead friends. So he stands above the hole, hands locked behind his back, as Etho, Tango, and Ren yelp and tumble over themselves. They’re fighting a zombie spawner in the dark. The snarls are horrendous. No wonder spawn’s so loud; the thing was right under their feet.

“I’m open, I’m- I’m open,” he calls down, lifting his voice above Tango’s shrieking giggles (Etho’s practically in tears, almost doubled over laughing). BigB’s not sure why they’re laughing, but… Even if he doesn’t love wiping trace bits of rotten flesh off his sword, he can still help. Not sure how, but there’s gotta be something he can do. When there’s room to jump down. The ragtag trio (all of whom are zombies themselves now) are pulling each other down like crabs as they try to get up the stairs.

“Pleeeeeaaaase,” Etho whisper-wails from the darkness. “Someone throw a torch at me… No-o-o-o…”

He’s laughing. They’re all laughing in that giggly way you do when you’re stressed out of your mind and just plain nervous about it. BigB takes one step down the stairs. The top of Etho’s spiky white hair is luminescent, reflecting Tango’s flaming curls like the moon reflects the sun. His gloved hands (fingers green; super creepy; Etho’s got zombie traits now) curl against the blocks above him. He tries to widen the gap so they can all squeeze through, but he’s too distracted by the zombie gnawing on his ankle to channel the right kind of energy. Yeah. So instead of digging up the block, Etho triggers a shower of loose dirt to tumble in his hair. Ren coughs, ducking out of the way. Zombie grunting noises bubble in the night. BigB grimaces. He’d like to help, but no one has coal and Cleo took their only torch.

He checks over his shoulder. In the distance, on the edge of the cliff overlooking the river, Scar and Bdubs are talking, heads bowed. Are they joining forces or something? Scar’s got his cloak hood up, hands gripping tight. The hood is white, but other than that, he’s dressed head to toe in different shades of green. In the dark, he almost blends in with the grass. Bdubs has his arms crossed, shaking his head over and over. He looks like he’s saying “No, no” a bunch of times, while Scar persists. Should he call them over? It might not do much good. From the sound of it, the problem down below is “not enough room to maneuver.” The last thing you want to do is throw more people in that hole.

Inhale. BigB leans forward, gripping his knees. “I can’t- I can’t come down there, man. What can I do to help?”

“Dig the block!” Tango shouts, pressing at them from the back of the group. BigB can hear the repeated grunts of zombies falling backwards as Tango slashes at them. “Widen the gap!”

He didn’t craft a shovel. Should he? Maybe just a wooden one. BigB slaps his crafting table down again, throwing the sticks across its surface like he’s dealing cards. In a flash of white light, he’s got the shovel in hand. BigB shoves it in the dirt and braces his foot on the back. With one stomp, he slices through the dirt block. It plops down in a tiny cube, straight on Etho’s head.

“New sword!” Etho yells up, cupping his hands around his masked mouth. His eyes are darting; BigB can read him like a recipe book, mask or not. Etho won’t ditch his friends if he can help it. “Tango, Tango… Oh, I don’t know about this, man, oh-hoh… No-o-o… Why do we put ourselves in situations, Ren?”

“Because we’re professional Minecrafters, dude!”

“Hey, professional,” Tango snickers at him, “you’re about to get first death of the season by a zombie.”

That gets a chuckle out of Etho. BigB throws down a wooden sword, which Etho catches in a spin of his hand. “Oh, you will never live that down, Ren.”

“Says the ancient guy who’s all washed-up, right, right… He’d know.”

Etho catches BigB’s eyes and then rolls his. Turning back to the zombies, he draws his sword again. “Tango, my patience runs thick, but not thick enough, man… Leave that stuff in Limited Life where it belongs.”

BigB pushes his shovel through the dirt again, scooping up another block. Most of it tumbles off, reforming in a pick-up-able block that plops into Etho’s inventory, but a few brown dots and grass strands cling to the edge. A pink worm wiggles in the soil. He tilts it off in the grass. Down below, Tango, Ren, and Etho fling words at each other, ribbing playfully about how stupid it was to rush down to the spawner without a light source. It sounds like there are still five or six zombies bearing down on them. BigB chews his bottom lip, switching out the shovel for his sword. The spawner’s just a few blocks off the edge of bedrock spawn. A huge clutch of zombies probably built up while Grian was explaining the rules.

“I’m out, man, I’m out!” Etho calls, backing up the stairs. One boot slips; he catches himself on the wall with one hand. “Drop it like it’s lava, Ren! We gotta get outta here.”

“I’m with you!” That’s Tango. “I got buckets for days! Days!”

Etho turns, leaping up the stairs in a way that bashes his head on every block. Tango scrambles after him on all fours. Last is Ren, shouting “Farewell, my peeps! You’ve been a beautiful audience tonight!” before ducking out with a flourish. He slams a dirt block down at the bottom of the stairs, then leans back to wipe his forehead. BigB can see a little bit of “bone” poking through his rotting flesh. He takes a step sideways. This sends a trickle of dirt into the hole. Ren glances up at him. His smile breaks into a grin; his dog ears prick up. His little tail starts wagging.

“BigB, my man!”

Okay. Here we go.

BigB lifts his hand to wave, rolling a “Heeeeyyy!” off his tongue that can be interpreted as anything, really… “Ren! How are you? It’s been a while since we talked.”

“I am super, my friend; I’m really, really super.”

“Well, you look good, you know?”

“Thank you, dude; that’s so nice of you to say. I really appreciate that, actually.” His tail stills; Ren links his fingers and stretches them out in front of him, then tilts them up and over his head. “Did you see how many zombies we just took down in there? They were going for my feetsies, man! My poor, innocent feetsies!”

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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