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n3on-graveston3s-calling · 3 months

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Are You There? Are You Coming Home?

Word Count: 1,382 Rating: Teen Characters: Bartholomew Kuma, Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Straw Hat Pirates, Kizaru | Borsalino, Silvers Rayleigh Warnings: Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury Blood, Anxiety, Trauma, Hurt No Comfort, Tragedy, Angst, Major Character Death, Sabaody Archipelago Arc, Marineford Arc Spoilers Author's Notes: Decided to finally take part in a whump event. @febuwhump ; get ready for a month of pain, y'all. I got plans. For Febuwhump 2024 Day 1: Helpless

Please note: This contains spoilers for the end of the Sabaody Arc & for Marineford.

I'm sorry, Ace. I really do love you.

You can also find this on my Archive.

“Oh, Ace, are you there? Are you coming home?”

Once, when he and Ace were younger, they got lost in the woods. This hadn’t been longer than a month after Ace had arrived, when he was still learning the rules of the house and the lay of the land. He hadn’t listened to Luffy, had led them in a circle until that circle veered off the path. They were helpless, lost in the dark of the forest as the sun began to sink below the horizon. Lost, helpless, clinging to one another while Ace tried to be brave and strong but he was shaking just as much as Luffy was, until Dadan found them an hour after sundown.

Turns out, they were only twenty five feet from the opening of the forest. They weren’t that helpless.

Helpless.

It’s a strange feeling to experience, helplessness. Normally, you are the one who is taking care of everything, who is coming to the aid of everyone. But suddenly, and without warning, you are the one who is helpless.

The ground was spongy beneath Luffy’s feet. It’s like moss; he’d mentioned that when they first made port at this Archipelago. How had things gone from bad to worse in hours? It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. Why were there so many Kumas? How was that possible? It wasn’t in his Devil Fruit, he wasn’t supposed to be able to make multiples of himself. Had someone cloned him?

Zoro.

Zoro. He croaked out some semblance of his name, as if calling out would do any good, would bring him back from whatever it was that Kuma had done to him. Was he dead? Did Kuma kill his best friend, his other half, his partner, his first mate? The concept stole the breath from his lungs, bringing forth a rage he didn’t think was possible. But his body was weak; injured, he could feel his ribs creaking with each breath he drew in. “HEY! WHAT DID HE DO TO ZORO?” Luffy yelled at the scar-faced kid who kept calling the Admiral his Uncle.

( Uncle? What a weird family, but who is he to judge? He just wants to get this done with, so he can get the ship coated, and get to Ace. Where is Ace? He needs to find Ace. He needs to find his big brother because his big brother needs him. Why was his Vivre Card so damaged? Was he injured? Was he alone? Was he helpless, too, in this moment? He needs to find Ace. He promised Dadan that they’d return together one day. He can’t break that promise to their mother. )

“They say anyone Kuma touches with his paws goes flying for three days and nights. But no one knows if that’s true. Only Kuma himself…” the rest of what was said simply went in one ear, out the other, as Luffy’s attention turned towards the rest of his crew scattered about. Old Man Rayleigh had been keeping the Admiral distracted, which was good, but Zoro… Zoro was gone?

“RUN, YOU GUYS!” Luffy screamed, throat raw from the force of his cry. Franky started to run, he could see him, but stopped because Nami wasn't following. Why wasn’t Nami following?! Brook- Brook was talking. Wait, no, no, no! “Brook!” He cried as Kuma tapped the newest member of the crew. Brook vanished into thin air.

He needed to move. Why didn’t he move? His legs weren’t answering his brain. His crew was vanishing before his eyes and he couldn't save them. Why couldn’t he move?! Move, damn it! Body! Listen! Move! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE-

“RUN, SANJI! PLEASE!” He tried to warn his beloved cook, only for Usopp to stand up, to try to attack. Before he could even scream- he’s gone. Usopp was gone, and then Sanji, and oh, Gods, this was happening. This wasn’t a nightmare. They’re gone, his crew was gone. “How do I…?” How do I move? How do I fight someone who, with one touch, can make me vanish, too? How do I save my crew when half of them have already vanished? How do I become the King of the Pirates if I can’t even protect the ones I love most?

Gear Two did nothing. Nothing except expend more energy that he didn’t have, he realized too late. He was flung back, wheezing with each breath as blood filled his lungs, as he struggled to cough it up. Franky was next, vanishing from sight; he heard Robin scream for him beside his own garbled screech. That’s right; Robin and Franky had gotten close. Were they lovers?

For a brief moment, Luffy wonders what it’s like to have someone love you in that way.

Until Nami screamed, breaking his thoughts. “NAMI!”

“HELP-” she’s gone.

She’s gone, and his arm was outstretched as if to grab her, to pull her into the safety of his arms. Kuma had hit him away again like an annoying gnat. He rose, turned, but it was too late as Chopper was suddenly gone. “ROBIN, RUN!” He cried helplessly, tears welling as he watched Kuma reach out, as Robin met his gaze.

She wasn’t afraid.

She was gone.

( He remembers once, when Dadan had left and hadn’t told him that she was leaving to get a few things from town. He woke to an empty house, to silence, and it feels a lot like this. This sudden dread of being alone. Of not knowing what’s happening, of what to expect next, because nothing is making sense anymore. )

His breath caught in his chest, a cry rose from his lips but only spilled out in the form of a warbling sound that’s more apt for an animal rather than a person. His fingers drug through his hair, tugged on dark, curly strands hard enough that they separated, snapping away from his skull, dragging forth sparks of pain that did nothing but agitate him further. He wheezed, blood mixing with mucus, as he leaned forward. His forehead met the ground once, twice, thrice; nails scratched at the freshly revealed dirt, breaking off with the grooves that he dug. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t save any of them!” He wheezed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks, streaked through dirt and grime and blood.

His crew was gone, because of him. Because he wasn’t able to intervene. They tried to save him, and in response, he couldn’t save any of them. What sort of shit captain was he? That man, the Admiral, was speaking but it sounded like a hundred mosquitoes buzzing within his ears. He rose up onto his knees-

“We will never meet each other again. Farewell.”

That was the last time Monkey D. Luffy saw Bartholomew Kuma. Or, the real Kuma, that is.

When he was helpless to save his crew.

“Hello? This is Dadan, are you there? Are you coming home?”

The same way he is helpless, now. Marineford is in a full out brawl, and he is trying to get to Ace, but people keep getting in his way, and they won’t fucking move, and he feels like he can’t draw enough oxygen in. “ACE!” He screams, hoping that his voice will reach his brother. “I’M COMING!” He is coming for him.

He can’t be helpless again. Not again, even as his lungs burn with the effort to breath, as his ribs ache with each expanse, as his muscles feel close to tearing as they stretch like rubber to launch him through the crowd of pirates and marines, of guns and blades and oh, god.

He can hear Ivankov yelling at what would be Kuma behind him.

He can see the platform. He can see Ace, kneeling on the platform. Ace, who is beaten and bloodied and is he crying? He can’t tell, but his big brother is right there and he can see him.

He still feels helpless, twenty feet from the platform. Like they’re back in that forest, alone, and scared, and crying for Dadan to save them. To find them. To help them.

He feels even more helpless as he kneels with a body slumped against him, with warm blood coating his front, his legs, his arms.

Monkey D. Luffy was helpless.

“Sorry, Dadan. We’re not coming home.”

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waywardwizzard · 2 months

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Gently, Kaylee took Mal's hand, watching as the Captain's chest rose and fell.

A snuffle from the extra med bed made the mechanic smile slightly and she glanced at Simon, her smile falling when she saw the dark circles under his eyes.

Atleast Zoë finally got him to take a break.

It's been 3 days and they still weren't sure what was wrong with the Captain. The doc' had tried to explain what he was doin', trying to figure out what was wrong, but it went right over her head. All she knew was that the Captain wasn't lookin' too good. They were even planning another hospital heist if his fever didn't break soon.

"Simon'll figure somethin' out, Cap'n, just ya wait an' see," Kaylee whispered, wiping a tear away, not sure who she was trying to convince, herself or the two unconscious bodies. "An' then you'll be as fit as a fiddle again, arguin' with us an' all that."

Sniffling, she carefully ran a hand through the Captain's hair, avoiding all the medical equipment he was hooked up to.

"Yer not allowed to die, Cap'n Tightpants, dong ma? Not when we're all waiting for you to wake up. And you will wake up because you never keep us waiting. Not when we need you."

It was quiet, his raspy breathing mixing with Simon's soft snores.

Kaylee closed her eyes and just breathed, hoping that the 'verse would be on their side for once. Just once. Please.

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Author's note-

And this marks the end of Febuwhump! Thanks to every Browncoat who read/liked/reblogged, y'all made my month <3

I hope y'all enjoyed my fics, and I'll be trying Whumpril next, so keep an eye out come April

#firefly #serenity #browncoats #space western #browncoats unite #firefly fanfiction #sci fi #browncoat for life #malcolm reynolds #simon tam #kaylee frye #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday29 #whump #angst #illness #sick

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 7: Forced to watch

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

Warning: graphics depictions of violence

Hunter had been sitting in an empty room for a while now. The cold metal cuffed his wrist like tight bracelets. Short chains attached him to the wall. The mans knees ache and his legs felt numb and cold from sitting on them. He wished to move but he wore a matching set of anklets that kept his feet to the floor.

The batch had been contacted by Rex to extract one of his clone contacts from the empire. Chex had been found out and he wasn't able to pick him up. The batch complied and left for Coruscant. They were able to grab him but Hunter had been separated from his family and cornered. He instructed them to leave and they reluctantly obeyed.

"We gotta stop leaving people behind" Echo spoke. He had joined them for the mission and would now help with freeing his younger brother. "I'll contact Rex and let him know what happened."

Omega uncomfortably shifted "Echo's right."

Tech turned to the girl, "we couldn't have done anything Omega. We had to leave for our safety and for Chex's."

"I'm sure Hunter's fine!" Wrecker chimed in. "He probably would have yelled at us had we gone to get him anyway!"

That was true. Everyone at that point knew Hunter held the others life before his. That seemed to be a trait most clones had, most Jedi too.

"I didn't mean to cause such a problem for y'all. Sorry." Chex held his hands behind his back, rubbing his fingers together nervously.

"Na it's fine!" Wrecker slammed his hand on the regs back.

"Your brother got captured! I can help you get him back if you need?"

Tech sighed and turned around to face the others "We will be fine. It's not safe for you to go back to Coruscant and it would be a shame if we rescued you just for you to die." With that Tech turned back to piloting the ship.

Chex opened his mouth to argue but decided he could convince them anyway.

Crosshair walked into the room that held his former sargent.

"Hello Crosshair."

"You're working with the rebels I see" he began. "Such a shame."

"Only this once" he stated. This wasn't true, they were working for Rex but no matter how hard Hunter might try the sniper wouldn't believe him.

"I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble." Crosshair antagonized.

"So why am I alive? Don't you kill traitors?"

"I need information, I just have to wait a little longer."

"Longer? What are you waiting for? You have your vibro-knife and I'm sure you can find other methods around here." Hunter pressed, hoping to take Cross off guard. It wasn't that he really minded not being tortured but the sooner it began the sooner it was over. He'd hoped Crosshair wouldn't do that to him but you don't always get what you hoped for, do you.

"No amount of physical torment will get you to talk." This stuck fear into Hunter and the soldier saw it. No matter how hard his brother may try to hide it, his eyes betrayed him. "I just need the rest of your squad."

"Crosshair what are you gonna do to them?" His voice wavered.

"You'll just have to see." Hate, that's all Hunter heard in his brother's voice. He misses the slight caring sound that Crosshair's voice used to be laced with when he was with them. The door closed and Hunter was once more alone with his cruel mind.

Crosshair was right, of course the batch came back for Hunter. They dropped Chex and Omega off with Rex. Rex didn't mind babysitting for he knew how dangerous infiltrating the empire was and didn't want the kid to get hurt. Omega attempted to argue but was shut down quickly by the harsh reality of the situation. The three 'adults' rushed back to Coruscant. They fell right into Crosshair's uncaring hands.

Crosshair forced Tech into the cell Hunter occupied. He pushed the mercenary to he's knees in front of Hunter. Stepping on the others legs Crosshair placed two strong, half circle magnets over Tech's ankles and activated them.

Attempting to free himself Tech tried to pull his leg up. He came to the conclusion that only Wrecker would be able to lift the magnets.

"Tech" Hunter assessed his brother to find any injuries. He began to breathe again when he saw he was uninjured. "Where's-" Tech cut him off.

"I'm not sure. I only know where Omega is and she's safe off world."

Hunter sighed in relief. Now he just had to figure out how to get the others to safety.

Crosshair pulled his vibro-knife out and stared into Hunter's eyes. "I'll give you one chance before I harm him."

Hunter looked at Tech. Tech of course shook his head no. The leader looked back to Crosshair who sighed and stepped behind Tech. The clone prepared himself for the burning pain that came with knives. The knife easily slid over the victim's chest. He gasped and looked away from Hunter.

Both understood what was happening, the batch had been trained to withstand large amounts of pain. Out of the two, Hunter had the bigger heart and would break before Tech would.

"Hunter." Tech looked back up at him. Hunter met his eyes. "Don't tell him anything."

Hunter nodded. From their it only got worse. Crosshair knew how to inflict unbearable pain. It used to work in their favor. None of them ever thought their brother could hurt them the way he hurt strangers. Now they seemed to be strangers with memories.

The knife wasn't the only method of torment Crosshair had brought. Electricity would course though the mans body. Hunter could do nothing other than watch as his brother tore apart his other brother. As he continued Hunter started to fight against the chains. Despite to get help Tech he pulled and pulled, tiring himself. Warm blood ran over his hands from his wrist. Hunter didn't even know.

Tech's screams shattered Hunter's heart. He would open his mouth to speak but Tech would stop him with a look or verbally if he could. He knew what was coming for him if this continued but he also knew the empire could never know that Rex was alive.

Hunter once more opened his mouth. "No" Tech breathed. "It won't matter anyway." He struggled to speak but he knew he had to tell Hunter. "I'll... die anyway." Tech's voice was always sort of monotone. Hearing so much emotion and pain slip though his mouth scared them both.

Crosshair spoke over Tech's sobs and Hunter's soft crying, "you like taking Tech, you always have." He moved from his position next to Tech to behind him. Hunter fought the chains harder, not that he hasn't been fighting as hard as he could.

Crosshair took the knife to a little bit under Tech's right tear duct and angled it at around seven o'clock. He slowly dragged the knife down until it retched the bottom of his face. The wound ran over his lips making it difficult but not impossible to speak.

Tech's head was spinning, it had been for a while. The wounds he has received could not hurt him as much as the hopeless feeling that came with them. He hated that Hunter must be feeling the same way. Forced to watch as he slowly died, unable to help him. Somewhere in Hunter's brain he needed to protect them.

"Tech!" Hunter had been calling for his brother for almost a minute now. Crosshair rose the knife again. "Wait" Hunter yelled. He looked at Tech who looked out of it. His breathing had become labored and blood ran down his face and body. "I'll tell you just please stop, you're gonna kill him!"

The leaders broken screams pleased Crosshair. He'd won. "Go on."

"Omega's" Tech coughed "with" his voice drifted. The clone used his last bit of energy trying to keep his little sister safe. He collapsed.

"Tech!" Hunter stared at his brother helplessly.

Crosshair kicked Tech to the side and kneeled down in front of Hunter. He grabbed his face and forced him to look him to the eyes, "look what you've done." He hissed.

"No." Hunter whispered. "Is he?"

"He is and it's your fault."

The soft cry became a full sob. He was forced to watch his brother die. He couldn't save him. That helpless feeling made him sick.

Crosshair stood and walked out the door, leaving Hunter to deal with his mind once more.

Rex, Omega, and Chex knew something wasn't right. When Phee and Cid agreed they decided to contact Trevor, another informant of Rex's. Soon after the five would depart from Ord Mentell.

Arriving the group located the brothers and snuck to break them out. Finding the cell block they stopped Infront of Wreckers cell. Omega went to open the door but Rex reached out his arm out, stopping her. "Be careful, I'm not sure what we're gonna find." Cautiously Omega opened the door.

Wrecker looked up at his found family and smiled, "good to see ya!"

"Not so loud!" Cid whisper yelled.

"Wrecker!" Omega ran to the large man and hugged him.

"Hey kid" he spoke softly. "Let's go get the others."

Walking down the hall the band kept the same cautiousness as before when opening the door. When Echo greeted them with a thankful smile, Rex let himself relax a little. Yes he cared for all of them but none of them fought beside him as long as Echo had. The two were close and Rex wasn't sure what he'd do if he lost Echo again.

Now seven the group quickly moved to the cell Tech was supposed to occupy. Opening the door to not find him scared them.

"Where's Tech? He's supposed to be here." Omega turned back to Rex. Rex looked at the adults, all assuming the worst.

Echo kneeled down to Omega, resting a hand on her little shoulder. "I'm sure we'll find him." The group walked to Hunter's cell and paused. Phee pushed the combination into the panel and the door slid open.

Inside Hunter leaned against the wall softly crying. Tech rested on the cold floor. The noise startled the leader and he looked up.

Rushing into the room Omega ran to Hunter to release him of the heavy chains. The others spread across the room as Echo dropped to check on Tech. As eyes landed to Tech feelings rose. Anger, sadness, fear, everything.

As soon as Hunter was free he attended to stand. His numb legs failed him and he collapsed. Phee caught him and gently placed him back on the ground. "Careful dark and broody, take your time. You're safe." Her soft voice took Hunter off guard and he leaned into her.

"He wasn't. I failed him Phee. I could have saved him and now-" He couldn't say it.

Phee ran her hands over his head and looked to the others. Was brown eyes dead?

Echo checked Tech for a pulse. "He's got a pulse! It's weak but it's there!"

Hunter quickly sat up and looked over to the others "Crosshair told me" he smiled softly"he's okay?"

"Far from okay but yeah he's definitely alive." Cid shook her head.

"It'll take more than that to kill Tech! He's too stubborn to die!" Wrecker walked over to Tech and picked him up, "now let's get out of here!"

Hunter tried to stand again, some feeling in his legs had returned but he still wobbled. "Here" Phee grabbed the sergeant, "I gotta."

The team made their way out of the cell block. Once outside the building Phhe set Hunter down. "Thanks." The clone felt somewhat embarrassed by Phee carrying him the whole way out but being close to someone was nice. He tried to get her to set him down a few times but she wouldn't budge.

The group ran to the Marauder and headed back to Ord Mantell. Tech would be fine. When he'd wake up Hunter apologized profusely. Of course Tech wasn't even upset. He would have to get used to the mark across his face but that was miner. It would always remind Hunter of his failure to protect his brother. For Tech it was a reminder of the monster Crosshair had become.

Hunter always hated that helpless feeling when he could help anyone, he always would. Being forced to watch what he thought was his brother's demise stayed with him, hunting his dreams forever.

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creativeflowers87 · 2 months

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FEBUWHUMP 29 I AM FINISHED WITH THIS MADNESS WOOOOOOOOOOOO

CW: injury, blood, dehumanisation, passing out, suffocation / asphyxiation

AN: woooo last prompt (I am tired). This took double the time of the other ones because I'm not amazing at writing, but I wanted to do something special for the last one, so here's a three-in-one for y'all! Enjoy!

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Emery

"Why won't you just die anyways?" the soldier complains. Emery grins, a carefully crafted blank stare in her eyes. Internally, she tries to remember who the person even is in the first place. Eventually, she lands on one of the gatekeepers— always running his mouth, barely knows what the word quiet means, always complaining.

She raises her knife. "Do you want to be unable to gossip anymore?" she questions in a sing-song voice.

Just before she can get the killing blow, though, someone else sweeps in. Emery barely dodges out of the way, the sword that the other person presumably owned slicing a long wound over her chest. She gasps in a breath, stars dancing in her vision for a moment before focusing on her new attacker. They wear a long cloak, and if they weren't trying to kill her Emery would be at least a little impressed because how are they not tripping?

Then again, they could just be magicking the end of the cloak to not do that. Emery wouldn't know— she doesn't have it in her to do that, as far as she knows.

She breathes for a moment, cutting short when the attacker almost stabs her in the face. She deflects it, but the motion jars her arm a bit and she winces anyways. She walks back a half-step.

"Aww," the new person says, "is the little mundane scared?" Emery feels shivers go down her spine at the words, even though she doesn't particularly know why.

"No," she says instead, "Uhm, can I go now? My friends're waiting for me, y'know."

The person laughs, volume growing as they manage to stab Emery in the arm. "Aww, it's not as if you are going to die," they say, "That would be a terrible scenario. I would simply like a new plaything, is all. Your kind is pretty cute."

Emery just hisses back.

The person approaches her again. Emery instinctively steps back.

"It would really be a shame if I had to kill you. You would be a brilliant pet."

Emery turns around, hoping to leave.

If there was one thing that she should remember, though,

it's that you never turn your back to the enemy.

Emery lets out a surprised shriek as her wrists are handcuffed together, behind her back. it doesn't even take a look for her to realise that they're made of metal.

"Interesting," the person says, "I didn't even have to kill you. That's a good thing."

Emery struggles for a moment. Not really having any ideas, she hits the cuffs against the back of her head in a futile attempt to get rid of them.

"Now, now," the person says, "I can't have you killing yourself here. May I remind you that your friends would never allow you to do so?"

Emery feels something under her nose, and her body starts to get heavier.

She really wishes her friends were here.

She is passed out.

Calixto

Calixto gasps heavily, limbs sprawled out over the ground. It stares up at the sky. It's so blue that it makes its eyes hurt.

It turns away.

Something compels them to pick up a bit of the ground surrounding them. It's more comforting than it thought it would be. Grass, something inside them whispers.

Calixto makes the executive decision to continue holding the grass.

It inhales again. The air here is thick, and humid, and it prickles its skin for whatever reason, very unlike the air back home. Home? Back where it came from, at least.

After at least half the day just lying there (and this place actually becomes dark after some period of time, how weird is that?), Calixto eventually decides to get up.

It feels as though the sky itself is weighing it down— although that could just be the air. It picks itself up slowly, leaning against a tree for support, and, ignoring the way it feels like its lungs are closing in on themselves, starts to walk.

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Calixto really shouldn't have ignored that.

It gasps again, trying its best not to curl in on itself and just give up. The rain only started to pour down a minute ago, but already its skin is burning off, giving way to the flesh disintegrating underneath. Its eyes blur, and it has to resist the urge to let out a scream, because that would be too loud and hurt other people's ears and make them unable to hear for the next little while at least and—

It can't die, its spawn is set back in the end, it can't die, otherwise it'll just go back to the prison, and someone will punish it, but they won't kill it because it's too valuable to them for whatever new reason they've come up with this time and—

Calixto can't breathe.

Its heart hammers against its chest. It can't even think properly, at this point. Nothing is right about this situation, and some part of it wishes it just stayed back in the End where everything was at least predictable and it knew what was happening. Here, everything was weird and there wasn't any endstone to be seen or chorus flowers to eat and it didn't know what was edible or what was going to happen and everything was so much bigger here.

Calixto hums miserably, sitting itself down as its eyes start to close.

Its eyes close against its will.

The last thing it sees is the flash of a torch in front of its face, then nothing.

Nyxie

And Nyxie wakes up.

The first thing that she notices is that she was covered in dirt.

The second thing she notices is that she's in a tiny obsidian room, barely two metres by two metres by two metres, and, if she tries to take a peek through the corners, there's at least three layers of fire on the other side.

It's a hybrid containment chamber.

Nyxie attempts to detach herself from the floor, trying not to panic. If she can at least do that, then she'll be able to take a good look around the room and maybe get herself sorted. She manages to get one leg free, but as soon as she starts to move her head, something seems to tug at the moss on the side of her head, nearly tearing it out and sending a searing pain through her forehead.

She stops trying after that.

She stares up, as best as she can with dirt right above her, falling into her eye. She sneezes; some dirt falls into her mouth. She chokes.

She tries to breathe, but can't, not with the ground above her pressing her chest down, not with dirt mixing into her lungs, not with the way this situation is going. She scans around her as best as she can with tears blurring her vision. She barely makes out the corner of what she thinks is a years' old mattress under her, forcing her to set her spawn.

So even if she died, she'd just go back here, and she'd have to do this all over again.

She coughs up a clump of dirt, but because she's facing straight up, she has to go through the process of swallowing it down all over again.

If she makes it out alive— no, when she makes it out alive, because she can't die— when she makes it out alive, she's going to have some serious stomach issues.

Nyxie closes her eyes tightly, part of her mind having already accepted her fate. There isn't really anything she can do about this situation. Her throat tightens, letting no airflow come through, which might be a good decision for her body to make if she doesn't need air to live. She giggles a bit to herself at the thought, already slightly delirious, but stops when more dirt (seriously, are they funnelling it directly to her?) falls into her mouth. She gags.

As her pulse gets weaker due to lack of oxygen, her last thought is that if this is how she dies, this is a heck of a way to go out, but she can't die, she shouldn't be allowed to die.

And then she dies.

And then she awakens.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday29 #flowers.docx #!!!#finally I'm done with this #i know I'm posting this a little early but I just want to be done honestly

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creativeflowers87 · 3 months

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Febuwhump 20

AN: I have a version of this that I like way more but it's not angsty at all

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"Hey y'all, look what I got!"

Emery turns her head towards where Nyxie is standing in the doorway, carrying what looks like a bag of various potion materials. She hears Calixto laugh from beside her. "Nyx," it says, "We fight. We don't potion. Explain?"

Nyxie puts the bag down on a side bench before flopping onto the couch beside Emery, instantly starting to fiddle with her hair. Emery would complain, if she isn't a bit tired as well. "Oh, yeah," Nyxie says, "It's the ingredients for a... low-effect truth serum-potion-thing, I guess is the best way to put it."

Calixto raises an eyebrow. "Well? So what?" It picks out a sprig of... something. Emery has already forgotten what Nyxie told her in her excited plant rambles. "You can find this, like, everywhere. I'm not seein' what's so cool about this."

Nyxie waves her hand a little, almost hitting Emery. "It's this." Nyxie pulls out a box that looks older than Emery and opens it a little. Inside, a colony of what looks like tiny purple toadstools is growing inside.

Calixto steps back a little, and the other two's eyes snap to it, concerned. "Calio?" she says, "You good?"

Calixto blinks, then relaxes a little. Emery didn't even realise that it was tense in the first place. Calixto shrugs, frowning a bit. "Well, yeah," it says quickly, then, after a short pause, "Doesn't chorus teleport you?"

Emery opens her mouth, about to ask what in the world chorus was, when Nyxie spoke first. "Not if it's small— wait, you know what chorus is? How do you know?"

Calixto stiffens slightly and straightens up. "None of your business," it says, more gruffly than usual, "It doesn't matter. Continue?"

Nyxie, a little bit defeated, starts to talk again, albeit more hesitantly. "It only teleports when it's about half a metre tall, which is also about when it starts to become a bit of a problem if it grows too much. It usually takes at least 6 months to get to that state, and trimming it will, obviously, make it take longer to get to that state. That's because at that age, it starts producing trastcirou, the same thing that makes ender pearls work. It's pretty cool, actually. I'm not sure entirely how it works, but I'm guessing that you need a certain amount of magic for it to work. Which begs the question, do other mobs, when given pearls or something that can teleport players, teleport too when they're thrown?"

Nyxie stops, looking around to find that the others are looking at her with a blank smile on their faces. "Sorry."

Emery is quick to reassure her. "No, no, it's a'right."

Nyxie relaxes a bit, then, after a second, remembers to close the box of what Emery now knows as chorus. There's an awkward pause. Calixto starts to inch towards the door to its bedroom. "Sorry," it mumbles in a voice that is very unlike it, "I'm just tired. I'll be seein' you guys tomorrow, I guess?"

Nyxie almost makes a noise as if to stop it, but sighs. "Sure," she says instead, "Good night. I'm sorry about that."

Calixto just shrugs, and disappears into its room.

Emery turns to Nyxie slowly. "And then there were two," she says, lowering her voice and waving her hands in a way that is probably supposed to be eerie but ends up looking more like a limp seaweed than anything. Nyxie laughs. "Em," she says, "Em, you should stop dancing."

Emery grins, trying to make her voice sound less strained. "I'm not dancing," she says, the stubborness in her tone obviously fake, "Just—"

"Just trying to dance." Nyxie laughs again, before patting Emery on the head lightly. "Don't worry, Em, we still love you."

Emery rolls her eyes, batting her friend's hand away. "Thanks for the reminder," she says in a sing-song voice.

Nyxie smiles, then yawns. "Sorry," she says, "Uh, I'm kinda tired too. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess?"

Emery blinks, surprised at the sudden topic change, before catching up to what Nyxie had just said and nodding. "Uhm, yeah," she says, "I might as well sleep too. I don't really have anything to do right now that can't be done tomorrow, anyways."

They just stand there for a moment, before starting to walk back to their rooms in silence.

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