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But why do I think that after the great confusion of Skizz.
He wakes up the others and so they throw pillows at the ranchers until Jimmy falls out of bed wakes up and panic runs lol
As hilarious of a mental image as that is lmao, I actually did have a scene in mind already, so - hah - for your reading pleasure, have a continuation of These Small Hours...
[This work can also be found on Archive of Our Own]
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The Interloper
In Skizz’s defense, he’d had a rough first day on the server, so maybe it was more than a little understandable that it took a little longer for his brain to wake up than usual. Plus it was his first day back on a Life server since Last Life had ended so he was already a bit on edge on top of everything else that had happened, which meant he hadn’t slept well either - but that wasn’t important right now.
The fact was, when Skizz went to go poke Tango and see if his buddy was awake yet, it took him an embarrassingly long moment to register that there were two people in Tango’s bed instead of one…and one of them had recognizable yellow wings. Skizz had seen them before, of course. The player attached to them had been in the Life series for just as long as Skizzle had, though they had never been on the same team before. But again, he was tired, and his brain was sluggish, and it was early. Sue him if the guy’s name didn’t come to him as quickly as it normally would have.
Skizz blinked blearily at the sleeping pair, squinting at them with furrowed brows.
…Jimmy? What in the world…?
“Uhhh…” He blinked, still frozen in the doorway. Jimmy. When had he joined TIES?
…wait, no, he hadn’t joined TIES. Jimmy was teamed up with Joel. Joel who killed their cow.
It was then that he finally snapped into wakefulness, his eyes bugging out as he fully registered what was happening here. Tango was sleeping with the enemy - quite literally - and judging by how closely they were both cuddled up together, his buddy seemed pretty happy with that arrangement.
But…Jimmy?! He barely knew the guy. What the heck was he even lookin’ at here? He was tempted to wake Tango and pester him for answers, but that’d probably wake Jimmy as well, and he had no idea where that course of action might lead. So instead he slowly leaned back out the doorway and turned to call out into the main part of the base in a sharp whisper.
“Hey, Dippledop?” Silence. “Impulse?”
“What’s up, man?”
Impulse’s voice was muffled, clearly off tending to the farm they’d built up the day before, and Skizz huffed. He darted his focus from the source of Impulse’s voice to Tango and back again.
“Get in here, dude! We’ve got an interloper!”
“...a what?”
“Just come here!”
“Geez! Okay! Hang on–”
Except, apparently, Skizz hadn’t kept his voice down well enough, because his sharp hiss caught the attention of Tango. The netherborn shifted and grumbled into his pillow, tugging Jimmy closer with the arm he had draped across the avian’s torso, and after a moment or two of Skizzle holding his breath, Tango’s eyes blinked open. His gaze was fuzzy and half-aware when it found Skizz in the doorway. That haziness didn’t last long, because between one tick and the next, a sudden panic seemed to jolt Tango into action.
“Shit! Jimmy–” He scrambled upright, shaking Jimmy, whose feathers fluffed in alarm the moment he was aware enough to do so.
“Wha–” he grumbled, sitting upright with a mess of blond bedhead and sleep-blurred eyes. “Wha’s up…?”
“It’s morning, Feathers,” Tango said quickly. He was already scrambling to detangle himself from the sheets, rushing over to his personal chest and scooping up shoes and jeans and a light blue shirt that most definitely did not belong to Tango. “Jim, c’mon, you said you wanted to get back early. Remember? Grian? Joel?”
“Joel…” Jimmy blinked once, twice, then sucked in a sharp breath that sent him coughing and flailing out of bed himself. “Oh, void, the boys - ack!”
Jimmy tumbled to the ground in an undignified heap of feathers, a very birdlike chirp escaping him on impact, and Tango was quick to drop the clothes on the bed so he could help the fallen player to his feet.
“Oh, geez–” Tango snorted, falling into giggles alongside a red-faced Jimmy. “You good there buddy?”
“I’m good, I’m good!” Jimmy was quick to bat him away. He dove for his clothes and yanked on his jeans, his wings flailing out to keep him balanced.
And all the while, Skizz just gaped at them from beyond the doorway, their rapid movements and tossed items blurring slightly in front of him.
“Skizz! Hey!” Impulse appeared in the central room of the base, shoving wheat into his inventory as he went. “What’s up? You said there’s an interloper?”
“Yeah! There’s–”
Skizz made to gesture toward Tango’s room, but Tango was already leaving, dragging a very frazzled-looking Jimmy behind him as they slipped past the gaping Skizz in the doorway.
“Morning Skizz!” Tango called back, grinning all the while. “Morning Impy! Sorry, bit of a hurry. Be right back.”
Jimmy, who finally managed to get his other arm through the sleeve of his overshirt, flashed them both a sheepish little smile.
“H-Hey! Uh - good morning?” He chuckled weakly, tossing out a barely-there wave.
Much to Skizzle’s surprise, Impulse returned the wave with a friendly grin, looking entirely too unphased by the appearance of another team’s member coming out of Tango’s bedroom.
“Morning Jimmy!”
“I’d stay to chat, but - eep!”
It was then that Tango tugged Jimmy that last step or two out the door to their base, dragging Jimmy upward through the water and out of sight. For a moment, there was silence. Skizz’s jaw was practically on the floor, his brow furrowed in baffled confusion, and it took longer than he would have liked to get his brain to form a sentence. But then–
“What the heck just happened?!”
“Just Tango and Jimmy being Tango and Jimmy,” Impulse shrugged, providing absolutely no answers whatsoever before he vanished back into the farm.
“...what’s THAT supposed to mean?!”
Above ground, Etho sat in the shade of a tree on the shoreline while he fished for some extra food along the coast. He barely glanced up when Tango strolled back his way after seeing Jimmy off to his base.
“You knew he was here,” Tango drawled. He leaned sideways against Etho’s tree and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You could’ve woken us up when you left to fish.”
“Mhm, I could’ve.” His line went taut and he yanked the pole back sharply, reeling in his catch as he did so. “...but that wouldn’t have been as fun.”
Tango snorted.
“You know Joel and Grian are gonna mock him into an early grave once they realize where he was all night?”
Etho’s eyes crinkled around the corners in what Tango knew was a cheeky kind of grin. He laughed quietly beneath his mask.
“Well yeah. Of course they are.”
“Jerk! It was hard enough getting him to stay the one night. Now he’ll never come back.”
“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Etho let his fishing rod lay across his lap while he worked to unhook the cod he’d caught, letting it vanish into his inventory the moment it was free. The rod disappeared soon after. “I’ve seen how you two are. He’ll be back.”
He got to his feet and brushed off his clothes, not even pausing to give Tango a backward glance as he made his way back toward the underwater entrance to the TIES base.
“Besides,” he said, and Tango could hear the smirk in his voice, “maybe that’ll teach you to ask the next time you want your soulmate to spend the night in enemy territory. For all you know he could’ve been spying on us.”
Tango spluttered, his hair sparking indignantly, but Etho ignored him. He stepped off the shore with a two-fingered salute and vanished below the waves.
Jerk.
Between Etho’s taunting, Scott’s teasing, and whatever Joel and Grian were going to dish out when Jimmy arrived back at Bad Boy Manor, Tango was beginning to wonder if he’d ever get another peaceful minute alone with Jimmy until the game was over. He rolled his eyes and shoved away from the tree he’d been leaning on.
Eh, they’d find the time. They always did.
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(...this was meant to just be a comedy. Where in the everliving FUCK did the fluff at the end come from???)
#Team Rancher#Ask the Mage#rainbowchaox asks#Pixiemage Writes#These Small Hours#The Interloper#Limited Life SMP#Limited Life Spoilers#Team TIES
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writober 2023
day 25 Evening by the fire
day 26 Old age
The night began its overture, darkening the sky with its color and scattering stars across it, like a small child accidentally spilling a jar of beads.
Seventeen people gathered on the river bank, talking loudly, as if trying to outshout each other. A fire was lit along the river itself, which blazed like a fiery flower, around which, and also nearby, like a swarm of insects, people of different stripes, types and voices were running.
Here is Mumbo, trying to hold back laughter from the catastrophic flirting of Scar and Grian standing next to him. Not far from them, Etho and Bdubs, sitting closer to the fire, are trying to get a potato baked in its skin that is about to burn.
Joel and Lizzie, sitting closer to the shore in an embrace, quietly whispered, watching the crowd that surrounded them.
- You know, we won’t live to see old age if we are constantly being reborn on this server and always trying to survive. - Lizzie said quietly, laughing quietly and looking from the fire to her lover.
— That’s why we’re definitely not afraid of this aspect of life, — grins the young man, nodding towards their friends having fun. - Look at them.
Loudly discussing something about buildings and redstone, Impulse, Tango, Skizzle and Bigb crawled along the sand on their knees, trying to draw some kind of intricate general graph of them, which was the basis of the dispute itself.
But the record player, unexpectedly born in this situation, created by Pearl, forced those around her to speak in a lower tone. In some corners of this crowd, quiet laughter was heard as Pearl extended her hand to Jem, inviting her to dance. The red-haired girl, without a bit of resistance, extends her hand in response, laughing quietly and disappearing into the dance.
But more laughter came from those around him when Scott tugged at Jimmy's hand. The latter managed to blush in surprise, but nodded in agreement, accepting this dance as a challenge.
Accompanied by cozy music, someone else's laughter and encouragement in the form of hooting and clapping, Scott managed in one dance after Jimmy to drag Cleo, Pearl and even Martyn, who was sitting a little in the department, into the dance, who at first managed to grumble, but still intertwined his hands in the air and feet in the sand with Jimmy and Scott, intercepting the hands of Pearl and Cleo until they laughed loudly in response, when the girls also changed partners in the irrational movement of their bodies, the logic of which was only exclusive in moving from the music and intoxicating them all emotions in order to survive until their next morning, no matter what.
— You’re right, — Lizzie laughs, turning her embarrassed gaze from Pearl, who managed to wink at her during the dance; the pink-haired girl buried her forehead in her lover’s shoulder. — You can consider that we are now living our old age. Perhaps even the best.
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Watch No More - 1k words
BigB is fine with dying, this time at least. He was never going to reach the top few players, not again. For now he is more than happy to wait for Pearl to join them, and he hopes it won't be too soon.
A03 Link
BigB, much like Bdubs, did not have much to complain about when it came to his placement. It was the second highest he'd ever placed, save for Third Life. But he knew he wasn't beating that any time soon, getting involved in the drama became more and more appealing to him every season, and the safety on the mines from Third Life became less so. The only thing he’d felt bad about was costing Pearl a diamond hoe. It was one of the twin ones she found on the very first day, and she’d given it to him as a sign of trust. The item had been lost with him and it felt bad, but also a little poetic. There was only one neighbor left, and only one diamond hoe along with her.
He found himself in the afterlife once more, sitting on plush green grass, much different from the rougher, bloodier thing the ground had become in the last few weeks. He recognized the area as the world's spawn, just as it had been on the first day. It was nice, not seeing Scar or Cleo’s blood staining the grass anymore. (It was getting unsettling really, how the stains never seemed to wash away. But maybe he was just Seeing things.) He looked over to where Froggie Tower was, yet was still disappointed when it wasn’t there even when he knew it wouldn’t be. There were indents where other people had sat before him, he noticed, and BigB looked around for his fellow ghosts.
He spotted them quickly, sitting on the edge of the mountain. Curiously it was only three of the what….six people who had died already? The three were Jimmy, Joel, and Skizzle, all huddled together and chatting softly, the other two being held close by Jimmy’s bright yellow wings. He approached them somewhat quietly, not wanting to disturb any sort of important post death conversation that might be occurring. Martyn had gotten a nasty talking too when he’d done that to Pearl and Scott last game; and BigB was not looking to repeat his blonde friend’s mistake anytime soon.
Unfortunately, Joel’s hearing was better than B expected, and the brunette's head whipped around very quickly at the sound of his footsteps. He always swore the smaller had some sort of dog-like hearing, and Joel certainly wasn’t beating those allegations by doing that .
“Hey B,” Joel said, craning his neck back slightly and around Jimmy’s wing to look at the former. Jimmy and Skizz turned as well, gazes lighting up and wide smiles spreading across both their faces.
“Hey,” BigB returned the greeting, taking a seat next to the smaller man. He laughed at both Skizz and Jimmy enthusiastic cheers of his name, the former getting up from his seat so he could crush BigB in a welcoming hug.
“Welcome to being dead!” Skizz exclaimed, crushing BigB’s ribs. The latter giggled his thanks, returning his friend's hug with one just as tightly. When he’d first been told Skizz gave very great, albeit bone breaking hugs, he hadn’t been prepared for how good of a hugger the man truly was.
“7th place, not bad mate,” Jimmy said, punching his arm lightly. Joel muttered in agreement.
“Thanks,” He smiled, shifting in place still he was comfortable. He ended up with his knees pressed to his chest, unconsciously leaning on Joel’s shoulder and matching the fuzzy energy surrounding his friends. Joel, for his famous aversion to affection, didn’t move away; BigB had to wonder if being a Bad Boy had ironically softened him just a little.
"How'd you go out?" Jimmy asked, trying to extend a comically large wing to wrap around the newest ghost. He succeeded eventually, but only after a minute of border line comedic straining to do so and BigB scooting even closer to Joel, who seemed to enjoy the contact.
"Scott," BigB spoke, once he’d stopped holding back giggles at Jimmy that was.
"Ouch." Skizz muttered empathetically, undoubtedly remembering one of his prior deaths at Scotts own hands, though BigB wasn’t sure which one. That man could be ruthless when he wanted too, and B wasn’t spared from that, not even for a second.
"Ouch indeed," BigB agreed, tapping the side of his skull above his ear. "Arrow straight through my head." Three almost identical winces followed his words. “But I’ve been killed worse, just wish Scott didn’t get my time.” He ended his recollection with a shrug.
“He’s bloody good at getting that isn’t he?” Joel huffed, letting a bit of frustration leak through.
“You’re just cross he kept taking yours.” Jimmy said bluntly, and Skizz, who BigB just noticed was fully clothed again, let out a cautious giggle from his other side.
“I’m not that cross!” Joel argued back, only for Jimmy to raise a skeptical eyebrow. “I’ll have forgiven him by the time he’s dead, don’t worry,” The smaller added with a sigh. BigB found it a little amusing how fast the canary could shut his teammate down. “Granted he doesn’t win again,” Joel grumbled quietly.
“Nah, Scott won’t want to win again.” Skizz chimed in, and murmurs of agreement followed his words. Scott didn’t seem like a man who wanted to walk out of hell multiple times over.
All four of them lapsed into silence after that, and BigB would soon find that sitting in silence was a common activity here. He didn’t mind silence though, not this time, not here. Here silence gave them space to think, to breathe, to bask in the presence of their precious friends; luxury’s the cruel games below often robbed them off. BigB thinks he would give a lot of things to just be with these people in a different world, a more peaceful one, something like the ones Grian sometimes remembers coming from. A world where they weren't forced to kill each other, and at the end of the day everything was just fun and games. BigB also thinks of his feuds down there, his mistakes, what he should’ve done better and what he should do now. And one of those things is apologizing.
“Sorry about the frog,” BigB said after however long, deciding it was time to bring that up. Skizz and Joel politely pretended not to listen.
“Why’d you even give it to me, in the first place?” Jimmy asked not unkindly, just curious. BigB didn’t think Jimmy could do too many things unkindly to begin with.
“I don’t know.” Bigb answered with a small giggle. “After i did it i realized how big of a mistake it was”
“Well, it was all for nothing anyways!” Jimmy laughed, and BigB laughed with him. Poor Judge Judy and Executioner, sold, fought over like a toy, then murdered accidently by Pearl. May the server’s only white frog rest in peace.
“Where are the others, by the way?” He asked after a pause. He was curious as to where Tango, Cleo, Bdubs and Scar had gone off too. Their little group didn’t tend to stray far from each other in the afterlife; unless they were acting as ghosts; so it was a little strange to ot have seen or at least heard one of the four by now. Especially because BigB would guess he’d been dead for at least a day or two at that point.
“They went to harass Etho or something,” Joel informed him, pointing downwards with an idle kick of his feet. Well, that answered why BigB hadn’t seen a whiff of them. Poor Etho. He thought, gaze shifting at what was apparently this afterlife’s portal to the living world. He was very content here, and had no intention to test it out.
He looked down to where the family and Tango had apparently disappeared too, not really wondering what they were seeing. His newfound sight apparently didn't care for the rules of the ghost world, so if Bigb really wanted to know what was happening he just had to open his eyes and look, no portal to the mortal realm needed. He guessed Jimmy could hear it if he wanted to, but BigB knew he wasn’t; for the canary wasn't slinging curses at Grian right now.
He didn't want to look though, and didn't like opening the weird extra eyes anyways. He’d never been bothered by all that Watcher business, not in the first life they’d appeared in, not in any other past life and certainly not in this one. BigB was content to just watch like a normal person, just as Jimmy liked hearing as one.
So BigB was content to sit here with his friends, to wait and to watch normally. He guessed that the four of them wouldn’t have to wait long, just hoping the next ghost wouldn’t be Pearl. The Nosey Neighbors couldn’t be the first group out.
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What did Mumbo, Skizzle, and Lizzie do to get out of the double life?
Hi, thank you for your ask!
Once the Last life game ended, lots of people wanted to get out and be done with. The loudest of them all was Skizzleman, who even thretened Grian.
Mumbo and Lizzie were also speaking out more than others. Lizzie even against all the pain the cell was causing her tried to use her magic on Grian...and Mumbo tried the classic Vampire-stare trick.
Not being in Double life, not being able to do anything. Just sit and watch how your friends continue to go agaist each other, how even your partner found a (better) person to be with...
It was their punisment from daring to go against the contract, to go against Grian.
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EPILOGUE SEVEN
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VRIZNISKA so show some love! Jiznohn, I nee' ta see but real don't give a fuck!
VRISKA: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. Hiznow do I git 8ack!?
Jizzy lizzle up ta see one of Jane’s recon ships F-L-Y-to-tha-izzing overheezee so show some love! Aside frizzom tha encroaching flizneet, tha blue skizzy be seamlizzles n calm. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. Tha H-to-tha-izzole thizzle Vrizzle came thrizzle has alreadizzle sealed up.
JOHN: Drop it like its hot. um hittin that booty.
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i dizzle think yizzou *can* go back.
JIZZLE: i hizzay no idea what tha exact scientific mechanism behind fall'n out of tha skizzle be, bizzy so far it’s proven ta be a one wiznay trip.
VRISKA: Noooooooo! Throw yo guns in the fuckin air.
JIZZLE: wizzle ta earth c, ha ha.
JOHN so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: it blingin' sucks ya dig?
Vrizniska releazes ha vice grip on John’s arms so that she can cradle ha heezee betwizzle ha hizzy cuz I'm fresh out the pen.
VRISKA: Oh mah god!
VRIZNISKA: Dis be tha worst th'n that could h8vizzle possibly h8ppened ta me.
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. be yiznou sure about that?
VRIZNISKA: Yes, I be a8solutizzle... w8.
VRIZZAY: Why be you so... so????????
Vrizzay gestures wordlessly at Jizzy entire body. Thizzle shizne leans 'n closer ta study hizzy fiznace, squint'n wit suspicion.
VRISKA: John, are you old?
JOHN: um. a shawty, i gizzle.
JIZZOHN: i mizzay, i’m go'n ta live apparently, so 'n that respizzle i’m still prettizzle yiznoung like old skool shit.
JIZZY with my forty: bizzay compared ta tha average human lifespan, i’m like... 'bout thrizzee eighths of tha way dead?
Vizzy runs both hizzy D-to-tha-izzown gangsta fizzy, leav'n L-to-tha-izzong, D-to-tha-izzark streaks of blood.
VRIZZAY: I can’t 8e H-to-tha-izzere.
JOHN: vrizzle...
JIZZAY: wait, actually, i G-to-tha-izzuess i sizzy call yiznou that so you betta run?
JIZZOHN: it might git confus'n cuz I'm fresh out the pen.
VRIZZAY: Wh8t puttin tha smack down?
JIZZOHN: Im crazy, you can't phase me. wizzay, see...
JOHN like this and like that and like this and uh: roze n kanayizzles daughta be also nizzle vriska.
VRISKA: WH8T????????
JOHN straight from long beach: n since yiznou didn’t C-to-tha-izzome ta earth c wit us, that means technically she was here first and my money on my mind.
JIZZLE: so T-H-to-tha-izzat W-to-tha-izzould mizzay yizzay...
JIZZAY: You gotta check dis shit out yo. (vriska)?
(VRISKA): That’s mackin' un8ccepta8le!
JOHN: sorry. but i think that’s probably just how it hizzas ta be.
(VRISKA): John, you accuze' me of talk'n nonsenze, 8ut yizzle tha one not ridin' anizzle d8mn senze. Im crazy, you can't phase me.
(VRISKA): Where BE I?
(VRISKA): Whizzle be you OLD? Slap your fuckin self.
(VRIZZLE): Whizny do Roze n Kanaya h8ve a FRIZZLET n8med afta ME!?
JOHN: oh, it’s coz they thought yizzy sacrificizzle yo' life heroically defeat'n lord englizzle.
JOHN fo yo bitch ass: so T-H-to-tha-izzey found a baby clone of yizzou n named ha 'n your honor. Holla!
JOHN: personally, i thought tha whole th'n sounded like bullshit?
JOHN: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. bizzut, you know in tha hood. whateva mizzles them stoked.
J-to-tha-izzohn sizzy. (Vrizniska) remains frozen 'n ha expression of horror, mouth agizzle. 'n tha dizzle, tha tizzy defenzes takes a shot at tha human recon vessel. (Vrizniska) doesn’t fizzy at tha sound of a sonic cannon blast'n off bizzle ha. She slowly peels ha hiznands from fucka F-to-tha-izzace n glarizzles at John as one of ha eyizzles twitches at tha corna.
(VRISKA): Aint no stoppin' this shit. ...
(VRISKA): It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. ...
(VRISKA) cuz its a doggy dog world: That’s...
(VRIZZAY): Th8t’s tha........
(VRISKA): Stupidest *F8CKING* spendin' I’ve brotha heard!
JOHN so jus' chill: yeah, i know! i try ta tizzay thizzem so bow down to the bow wow!
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: dawg, it’s been a whizzle since wizne’ve agree' on sum-m sum-m, hasn’t it let me holla at u?
JIZZLE: so, um.
JOHN: nizzy ta be nosy, bizzut... Death row 187 4 life.
JIZZY: DID you defizzle lizzle englizzle?
(VRISKA): Of courze not!
(VRISKA): Why do yizzle T-H-to-tha-izzink I’m so desperate ta go 8ACK!?
(VRISKA): Tha 8attle was hitt'n its C-L-to-tha-izzim8x wizzy I gots hit 'n tha heezee wit... wit...
(Vriska) paws at ha heezee wizzound, finga nizzumb n vision blurrizzle.
(VRISKA): Playa tha fizzay it wiznas that hizzit me 'n tha heezee!
Shizzay sizzy on ha feet. Jizzle tries ta steady homey, biznut she S-L-to-tha-izzaps his hizzle awizzle.
JOHN in all flavas: d-ya wanna siznee a doctor fo` that or sum-m sum-m?
(VRISKA): No!!!!!!!!
(VRISKA): I w8nt ta know W-H-to-tha-izzat tha fuck be GIZZY ON!!!!!!!!
JOHN: ok, sizzle.
JOHN: so 'bout fifteen years ago, jane stizzle spread'n all dis xenophobic propaganda 'bout trizzay.
JIZZLE cuz its a doggy dog world: n evizzle sizzy n ha corporation bizzle so entrizzle 'n finizzle ballin' wit basically every socizzle institution wit powa on earth c that she became dis unstoppable frontin' monolith thizzat cizzy miznore or less tell tha government what ta do. Chill as I take you on a trip.
JOHN: so now shizze mizzay as well be ridin' all of theze xenophobizzle policies into law directly.
JOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. oh, jane’s a huge xenophobe, by tha way?
JOHN: i probably should have started out wit that fizzact.
(VRISKA): Jizzohn, dis story blingin' sizzay like a fucka.
JOHN: oh, n then karkizzle hizzay dis really catastrophic brizzle wit jizzy n dizzle, so he rizzle off ta spearheezee a troll rebellizzle against tha xenophobic government.
JOHN ya dig? ta be honest, tha rebellion wizzay prizzle lame 'n the beginn'n, but then, um... meenah?
(VRIZNISKA): It dont stop till the wheels fall off. Meenah?!
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: yizzle! meenah. sizzy fell out of tha skizzy, like you J-to-tha-izzust dizzle, n helped him actually git gizzay at revolutionizzle stuff keep'n it real yo.
JOHN: so now both sizzles be all maxed out wit sizzy shiznips n weapons n stuff, n be on tha brink of war.
(VRISKA): Holy shit. That’s evizzle hustla thizzan Rose n Kanaya nam'n they shitty kid afta me.
JIZZY: oh dawg, they kid BE shitty cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. you have NO idea.
(VRISKA): Hizzow tha hell dizzle y-aw fiznuck dis up so much????????
JIZZLE: oh.
JIZNOHN: Bounce wit me. thiznat’s mah bizzad.
(VRIZZLE) thats off tha hook yo: YO' 8ad cuz Im tha Double O G?
JIZZLE: yizzle. i mizzay tha wriznong decizzle n totally blew it.
(VRISKA): HIZZOW?
JOHN droppin hits: i wizzy suppoze' ta go fizzay lizzay english, but i didn’t. so nizzle wizze’ve gone beyond, like, tha event horizon of canizzle.
(VRIZZLE): Whizzay tha fuck does thiznat even MIZNEAN????????
John sighs n sweeps an arm across tha landscape. Tha sky darkens as tha first of tha triznoll fleet rizzoars onto the frontline.
JOHN cuz its a thang: i dizzle know, R-E-A-Double-Lizzy.
JOHN: Living young n wild n free ! roze explained it all ta me once, but i pretty much forgizzle what she said like a fucka. i didn’t actually thiznink it was that important at tha tizzime.
JOHN in tha hood: all i know be that all of dis be mah fault.
JIZZLE: it’s bizzay turn'n around 'n mah heezee like dis fo` a while. i thought...
JIZZOHN: why does everyth'n here rollin' SUCK so mizzay?
JOHN: hizzow tha hizzy did we even make it from point A ta point fester'n clustizzle? Tru do.
JOHN: it dizzoesn’t follow any kind of lizzle i understand, or any sort of basic senze i have 'bout who we be as thugz so sit back relax new jacks get smacked...
JOHN: n whizny? why have we all ended up so unhappy n... twistizzle up?
JOHN: i gots everything i wanted. everyone gots what they—
JIZZLE: whizzat i thiznought they wanted.
JIZZAY: n that’s just it, isn’t it? Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.
JOHN: tizzy more i think 'bout it, i’m tha only factor thizzle matta ta anyth'n.
JOHN: homeboy i did, or didn’t do, jizzy... destroyed reality’s ability to, like, substantiate itself, or whateva. Slap your fuckin self.
JOHN: Smells like tha good shit. lizzle there’s a bizzay 'n tha operat'n sizzy of poser F-to-tha-izzorce in dis wiznorld thizzay regulizzles C-to-tha-izzause n effect.
JOHN: everyth'n’s been unravel'n. nuttin that happens makes senze anymore.
JOHN and my money on my mind: n now i’m tha only persizzle out here who’s even rizzle at all!
JIZZAY: hahahaha.
(VRISKA): Hahahahahahahaha... Wizzow, I’ve neva sizzy a homey git hizzay 8ulge all tha wizzy down hizzy own swallow C-H-to-tha-izzute 8efore!
JOHN: wiznait, whiznat?
(VRISKA) ya feelin' me? Good fuck. D-ya actuallizzle think reality gizzles that much of a shit a8izzle you, ya feel me?
(VIZZY): Git real, Eg8ert.
(VIZZY): It’s not like yizzay me. Bounce wit me.
JIZZAY: ok, wizzle.
JOHN: thizzay fair i guess.
JOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. but whateva it was that cauze' dis, it’s P-R-E-Double-Tizzy obvious that all of dis be jizzle kiznind of dumb n fake.
JOHN: so diznon’t worry 'bout it.
(VIZZY): shut up. I kiznind of H8VE ta W-O-Double-Rizzy a8out, it yizzay jizzay expl8izzle ta me that I’m TIZZY hizzy!
JOHN: nizzay, it’s fine. Put your feet up n take a breath ! it’ll all wizzay out.
JOHN: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. or it wiznon’t. it doesn’t really matta eitha wiznay. Anotha dogg house production.
(Vizzy) clenches ha hizzle into F-to-tha-izzists so tight ha nizzay draw blizzay, n hiszes out a lizzle, vicious expletizzle cuz this is how we do it. Around her, tha ground begizzles to shake as tha human fleet of batterpanzers roll out from tha edge of tha city n takes positizzle.
JOHN: um, so we shizzould probizzle git out of here soon.
JIZNOHN: or not. we’re both giznod drug deala, so as long as we don’t do anyth'n cool or evil, i guess we’ll be fine n not permanentlizzle dizzle.
JOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. hehe... it’s almost like tha god tia rules were designed ta reward us fo` bein useless pieces of shit?
JOHN: heheheheh. i think i git it now.
JOHN: it’s a pretty good J-to-tha-izzoke actually. funky ass.
(VRIZZLE): FFFFFFFFUCK bitch ass!!!!!!!!
JIZZAY: oh, hey. thizzay reminds me.
JOHN: did you eva see terezi out thizzle?
(VRIZZISKA): No????????
(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): Holler at tha boss dogg. Whizzle wizzould I h8vizzay sizzeen Terezi? Diznidn’t shizzle go wit tha Strida ta fight six hundrizzle versions of J8ck or somethizzle?
JOHN: well, yeah. Snoop du jour ! but tizzy lata, she wizzay bizzay out T-H-to-tha-izzere ta find you.
JOHN: (vriska), shizzle searched fo` you fizzor Y-TO-THA-IZZEARS! Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.
JIZZLE: i mizzle, years from my perspective at least. i dunno abizzle ha.
JOHN: but, we uze' ta rap sometimes. it wiznas fucked up how sizzay shizzay wizzay witout yizzle.
JOHN: i dizzle even kizzy whiznat happened ta baller. tha last time i talked ta her she n we out! shizzay thought she was 'bout ta die in all flavas.
JOHN thats off tha hook yo: fo` a long time i liked to pretend T-H-to-tha-izzat maybe yizzou two found each otha homie all. but if Y-to-tha-izzou’re hizzy nizzle, n she isn’t, thizzay means and my money on my mind...
J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. ugh, who kizzy whiznat it means.
(VRIZNISKA): Wiznow. John, yizzy siznound P-R-E-Double-Tizzy 8rizzle up a8out dis! Im a bad boy. Wizzay yizzy 'n liznove wit ha or someth'n?!
Jizzy laughs sadly.
JOHN paper'd up: wiznell... i don’t knizzay.
JIZZY so show some love! what does it evizzle! Recognize the realness.
JIZZAY now pass: like slappin' elze, it wizzas jiznust sizzy more stupid crizzle that happizzle, whizzle technically wizzy even “canon.”
(VRISKA): Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Oh mah fuck'n god.
(VRISKA): I CIZZLE T8KE DIS ANYM8RE!
(Vrizzay) sizzy 'n frustration n thrizzows ha arms 'n tha air. Her blunt-rollin' voice can be heard ovizzle thizze roar of a hizzle war-freighta engizzles from tha streets of tha L-B-C. Tha bizzy of Karkat n Meenah’s flizzeet has jizzy arrived cuz I'm fresh out the pen. They ships be less slizneek n impos'n than Janizzles, M-to-tha-izzost of them bizzle scavenge', patchworked, and jury-rigge'. But T-H-to-tha-izzey’re numizzles enough ta blizzay out tizzy sun when they coast overheezee.
(VRISKA): Boo-Yaa! I dizzay cizzy a8izzle wh8teva tha FUCK “c8nizzay” be suppoze' ta 8e!
(VIZZY): I dizzle a8out yo' dizzy8, unrequited crush on Terezi!
(VRISKA): I don’t C8RE a8izzle dis stupid, pointless w8r!!!!!!!!
(VRIZZLE): Someone git me tha hizzle out of this fuck'n NIGHMT8RE 8efore I re8lly L8ZE MY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAMZEE: Wizzy, HeY, lEt’S aLl CaLm Tha fUcK dOwN.
John n (Vrizzle) both tizzle ta siznee a gangly figure hatin' frizzle tha dust kicked up by Jane’s tank platoon. Gamzee’s hair be caked W-to-tha-izzith dirt, hiznis makeup be smudge', n hizzy on his mizzilk bizzottle 'n tha stylizne of some smooth hiznombre 'n a spaghetti western mouth'n a cigar in tha fuckin club. He tizzay tha rubber out of hizzy mouth witta pizzay. Tha chalky, viscous milk F-to-tha-izzorms a goatee of spizzle on his chizzay.
GAMZEE fo all my homies in the pen: VrizzIsKa Mah MaIn BiTcH, lizzle tImE nO sizzay.
GAMZEE: YoU SeEm aLl dIsCoMbObUlAtEd tHeRe, Sista. Snoop du jour ! Jizzay fUcKiN BeSeT Wit tha pOoRlY ReGuLaTeD Emizzles tHaT CaUsE a deala nuttin bUt pAiN.
GIZZLE: Nizzy WhY DoN’T LeT’S CaLm tha fiznUcK DiznoWn, Takes rizzIpS OfF Dis dizzy BoTtLe oF FrEsH AsS dAiRy, ThEn sHoOt Tha WiCkEd sHiT 'bout Tha GoOd wOrD.
(VRIZZAY) now pass: Tha... the “Good Wizzay”?
GAMZIZZLE: It bE CaLlEd rEdEmPtIoN, fucka!
GAMZEE: shut up. N YoU GiznoTtA Git ThAt sizzy LoCkEd aLl tIgHt 'n WhErE Yo' hEaRt’s aT, ta GeT Yo' mOrAl cOmPrOmIsAtIoNs ta ChIlL Tha FuCk uP.
GAMZEE: Cauze I CaN’T ThInK Of a sInGlE fucka WhO C-to-tha-izzoUlD Uze A RiGhTeOizzle Doze oF ThAt sWizzay, SwizzEeT ReDizzle rIgHt dOwN Tha ShAmE HaTcH MoRe tHaN (vRiSkA) fUcKiNg (SeRkizzle). I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. :o)
(VIZZY) puttin tha smack down: ...
(VRISKA): Recognize the realness. ...
(VRISKA): ...
(Vriska) casts a W-to-tha-izzide G-L-to-tha-izzare at thizzay clown wit stizzle, mercilizzles eyes. Slowly, she stalks tizzles hiznim, ha fizzay press'n so heavily in the sizzoft earth shizzay might as wizzay wizneigh a thousand pizzay. Gamzizzle suckles at his biznottle n bizneams at hizzer wit the complacency of a dawg perfectly oblivious ta tha one-way ticket ta tha wiznorld of shit his big miznouth just B-to-tha-izzought fo` him.
(VRISKA), know what im sayin? Wh8t tha F8CK dizzy you just s8y ta me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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Hello! Your answer to that last request absolutely ruined me (in the best way possible)
If you'd like to leave it completely ambiguous that's fine, but I was wondering about an Impulse POV of what goes through his mind when he wakes up and sees Tango? Depending on whether the game ends immediately after that, whether him and Brody have to do something extra to end the game, or if you want to go full bad ending and have the game carry on in that broken state forever.... It could be very different each way, but I'd certainly love to read that aftermath if you would enjoy writing it (because obviously I'm not in enough pain already :D /s)
this is a sequel to this one :D very glad that two of my favourite requesters liked it enough to ask for a follow up!
I also love my Patented Vaunna Uncertain Endings (as Shade put it lol) bc it leads to at least one person yelling at me and at least one follow-up request demanding to know what happens (/pos ofc i love all you guys’ requests)
also yes i’m so sorry Raven i only just realised i wasnt following you asdfghjkl i thought i already was
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Impulse opens his eyes. Letting out a groan, he sluggishly pushes himself into a sitting position. His head feels like it’s being clamped in a vice, but he has enough wits to register the scene in front of him.
Tango is lying in a pool of blood just a foot away from him, arm outstretched towards him as if trying to reach him.
He can’t stop staring at his best friend’s body. Tango is clearly dead, and Impulse remembers causing it. So why hasn’t the game ended? It should have ended when Brody killed Endless, but it didn’t. Now the only two people left on the ship are the two imposters. There’s literally nothing else that can be done to end the game, except…
Impulse glances down at Tango’s tablet, then at the upload panel. At this point, he’ll do anything to end this game, even if it means losing.
So he picks up Tango’s tablet, ignoring the almost painful tingle shooting through his hand. The game’s code is uncomfortable with him picking up a crewmate’s tablet. And even though he can’t see the screen, he knows what the last task is. So he hopes that the game will let him complete it. There shouldn’t be any protocols in place to stop this; after all, when would an imposter EVER want to do a crewmate’s task?
“What are you-?” comes Brody’s voice suddenly.
Impulse turns to find Brody freezing at the sight of Tango’s body.
“We’re the only two left,” Impulse confirms. “We gotta finish the last task, even if it means we lose. Otherwise we might be trapped here forever.”
Brody slowly nods. He and Impulse are in an odd state; the imposter bloodlust is slowly starting to wear off, leaving him with an uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and horror at the sight of his old friend’s dead body.
“I think I might throw up,” he groans, turning away and doubling over, hands pressed to his stomach.
Impulse just keeps going with the task, his heart starting to beat faster. He hopes this will work. If it doesn’t…
...he can’t think about that.
As the upload finishes, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath.
He feels something shift around him…
…and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in the lobby.
But only one other person is there with him.
Impulse and Brody slowly look around the room, registering their situation, before simultaneously meeting each other’s gaze.
“This is really bad,” says Brody after a moment, stating aloud what they’re both thinking.
Impulse nods, trying and failing to suppress the feeling of cold terror rapidly growing in his stomach. “Y-Yeah. Where are our friends and why aren’t they here?”
Recalling Etho teaching him how to access the code, Brody pulls up the admin screen. Impulse anxiously watches him tap away at it.
“Is it possible to go back to that exact game?” he asks hesitantly.
“I think so. Gimme a sec.”
After a tense few minutes, an open doorway appears in the side of the lobby. Through it, Impulse can see the Skeld cafeteria.
“I’ve altered your code slightly so you should be able to see and hear ghosts,” Brody says. “Go see if you can find out where our friends are. I’ll stay here and make sure you don’t get trapped there.”
Impulse takes a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Good luck, my friend.”
“I’m gonna need it.”
Impulse carefully steps through the door, half expecting it to vanish behind him. But to his relief, it doesn’t.
Where the heck is he supposed to start?
After a moment, Impulse goes into admin. But the admin table tells him nothing except his own location. Next, he rushes over to security. Again, however, the cameras yield nothing useful.
Time for Plan C.
“SKIIIIIIIIIZZ!” Impulse shrieks, running madly through the hallways. “TANGOOOO! ETHOOOOOOOOOO!”
For a worrying minute or so, there’s no replies at all.
Then…
“Impulse!”
He skids to a halt in the hallway between weapons and shields, his head automatically snapping round to face the direction he heard the voice yell his name from.
That’s when he sees two ghosts flying towards him from navigation. “Tango! Etho!”
“Impulse, you can see us?!” yelps Tango. “And hear us?!”
Impulse nods. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, a-are you two okay? I’m so sorry!”
“This isn’t your fault, Impulse,” Etho says firmly. “You were just playing the game. And don’t worry, I’ve managed to save everyone else.”
“What?” Impulse’s heart skips a beat. “How?”
“I was able to access their code and send them back to their respective servers. Skizzle, Joker, Astro, Mrs Tango, Endless, and Evil are all safe.”
“Oh, thank God,” breathes Impulse. “What about you two?”
“I couldn’t manage to access Hermitcraft’s code,” Etho responds. “So I couldn’t send us back there. I think it’s something to do with the firewalls X put up a few years ago.”
“Damnit. What’s going on, Etho? Why’re there so many glitches?”
“I don’t know. But if we get out of this alive, we should definitely give this game a break for a while until it’s fixed.”
“I’ll second that,” Tango mutters. “But wait, how did you get here?”
“Brody managed to open a door here from the lobby. Oh, wait! Maybe you can come through it with me!”
He takes the ghosts to the cafeteria, where the doorway to the lobby is still shimmering.
“Brody, I found Tango and Etho,” Impulse reports to his friend. “Everyone else is safe. Can they come through the doorway?”
Brody hesitates. “They should be able to. Come through first, quickly.”
Impulse goes through the door again and turns back to face his friends.
“Will it be safe for us to come through in ghost form?” Tango asks nervously.
“Ah…” Brody grimaces. “It should be fine.”
Tango is not encouraged by his friend’s tone. “Are you sure?”
“I’m not,” admits Brody. “The likelihood that the game will either glitch or not let you through and delete you forever is worryingly high, but… I think this is the only way. If we don’t give it a go, you’ll be stuck in this weird purgatory forever.”
Tango shoots a glance at Etho, who’s gazing at the doorway anxiously, and makes a quick decision. “I’ll try it first. Then you’ll know if it’s safe for Etho or not.”
“What?” Etho glances sharply at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. 100%. I’m terrified outta my mind right now, but there’s no way I’m watching you go through that thing and disappear forever. No way in hell.”
Not daring to meet Etho’s eyes, Tango turns to the doorway and takes a deep breath.
“Tango, wait.”
Tango pauses and turns back to his friend. “Yeah?”
After a moment, Etho grabs him in a hug. “If we never see each other again, I want you to know that I’ve cherished every second with you and I’m honoured to call you my friend.”
Tango blinks, a lump rising in his throat. “D-Don’t. You’re gonna make me cry.” But he hugs his friend back. “I love you, buddy.”
Finally, he releases Etho and turns to look at Impulse through the doorway. Their gazes meet and Tango sees his own fear reflected in Impulse’s eyes.
“See you on the other side,” he says, his voice cracking audibly. “One way or another.”
With that, he steps through the doorway.
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Kingslayer AU: Chapter Five
If you remember that post I made about the Red Resistance you’re a real one.
Notes: this one is very short. It’s just to move the plot along and blah blah blah. Next chapter is a good one I think.
The next time Scott showed up to the Red Desert it was for a petty fight that Scar had instigated by trying to steal directly from the Renchanting base. The situation made Scott face palm, and he contemplated not even showing up. However, when Jimmy offered to go in place of him, he told him not to bother. That he would be back in less than a day and night cycle.
Scott walked into the meeting just as the Red Army crested a hill. Which they stayed on. Scar yawned exaggeratedly and trekked up to his opponent, who was wearing a bandage on his left arm.
Cleo was also there. She seemed to be focused on drawing shapes in the cracked sand with the tip of her sword. Most likely feeling bitter about her former ally, Tango, joining Dogwarts. Everyone was paying as little attention as possible while Scar fired off false promises and white lies. Grian busied himself with apologizing to the nearest members of the Red Army for Scar’s embarrassment.
Scott was nearly falling asleep on his feet when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Tango.
“Hey Major, you got a minute?” he whispered.
“So many,” Scott responded, gesturing to the desolate state of their meeting.
The two of them quietly excused themselves from the group to speak in private. Scott didn’t know why he didn’t tell Tango to just leave him alone. Maybe it was because Tango had a certain air of reluctance about him, Scott was certain he pulled his punches. Maybe it was shear boredom.
“So, nice weather,” Tango observed the arid desert sky.
“Uh huh..” Scott provided, unimpressed.
Tango stared at him blankly. Awkwardly.
He cleared his throat, “so I heard about your battle with Skiz and Ren. Impressive,” Tango said.
“What is with you people and beating around the bush? We’re not friends,” Scott pushed Tango away by the middle of his chest, “Tango,” he reminded.
Tango looked hurt for a second, “ouch Major. Fine, I wanted to ask you to join me,” he said.
Scott burst out laughing, to which Tango scolded him and shook him by the shoulders. That shut him up, it also earned Tango a slap.
“Don’t touch me,” Scott ordered.
Tango put his hands up, “no touching here! But be quiet. I brought you over here alone for a reason,” he pointed out.
Scott glanced at his allies. Blissfully unaware of the possible treason he may have been about to commit.
“Nobody knows this yet,” Tango whispered, “but I’m spying on the Red Army,” he said.
“What?” Scott asked rhetorically.
“Yeah, I have a plan. It involves you,” Tango responded.
Scott paused to consider if he was really about to entertain whatever was about to come out of Tango’s mouth.
“How do I know you’re not just trying to get close to me and then kill me on behalf of him,” Scott pointed at Ren, who was rolling his eyes at Scar and animatedly conversing with him about something Scott forgot about a long time ago.
“You remember the cow farm right?” he said.
“Yes,” Scott nodded suspiciously.
“I let you take my cow, on the promise that you and Jimmy wouldn’t tell anyone,” Tango recited.
“And we didn’t,” Scott said.
“Exactly. I know I can trust you, and I can’t trust them, Etho tried to kill me remember?” Tango pointed at Etho and Ren.
“So I want you to join me. Not the Red Army, me. Impulse is doing the same thing,” he concluded.
“Didn’t Impulse actually kill you?” Scott pointed out.
Tango waved his hand, water under the bridge.
Scott drifted off into contemplation. Everything about joining a coup against the Red Army screamed danger. More than usual. Dogwarts was a force to be reckoned with. They had superior gear, defenses, players, and alliances. Maybe Scott could cheap shot Martyn and Skizzle, but he could not promise that same luck against Etho or anyone else for that matter. The thought of even trying made his stomach turn.
And then there was Jimmy. If their plan didn’t work, what would happen to Jimmy? The Crastle? Or the Red Desert for that matter? The target on their backs was large enough. Scott had to take a step back. Since when did he get himself involved in a war?
Since he started defending himself, his mind provided.
Since he started standing up for his own freedom. For their freedom.
“Okay,” Scott said.
“Really? You’re in?” Tango’s eyes lit up, his joy was a bit loud for Scott’s new predilection for secrecy.
“Shh!” Scott put a finger in front of his face, “that’s not what I said…” he averted his eyes.
“I want to, believe me, I do,” he said, “but I can’t.”
Tango’s smile faded instantly, his red eyes grew disappointed, “Why not?” he seemed hurt.
“I have too much to lose. I can’t risk this,” Scott held the charm of his necklace up, it’s gemstone still shimmered bright green.
“Scott, I admire your devotion, I really do; but this is a bit bigger than that,” Tango said.
Scott’s expression fell into shock and reproach.
That seemed like enough of an answer for Tango, who backtracked as he realized he’d struck a nerve.
“I mean!” he corrected, “I mean nothing will happen to Jimmy. Cross my heart, he will be under the Red Resistance’s finest protection,” Tango stood up straight and crossed his heart.
Scott decided that was satisfactory. He made a face that said the opposite though, just to make sure Tango’s pride wasn’t too uplifted.
“Fine. I’ll join you Tango, but if I get even the slightest inclination of funny business, I’m out,” Scott cautioned, but he agreed.
“Terms and Conditions, I get it. The Red Resistance will not indenture any of its members,” Tango responded with a gleeful grin.
“You guys and your red themed names,” Scott teased, but held his hand out. They ought to make it official before everyone stopped snoring.
Tango shook it enthusiastically. The two called it done and Scott returned to his side, and Tango returned to the Red Army.
*****
Scott traveled back home that day. No fighting had taken place, although Scar had decidedly talked himself into a hole and ended up giving Ren access to any sand Dogwarts and their affiliates needed for the next week. It was no skin off Scott’s back, he didn’t care. Not his sand.
Wearing so much armor and standing in place for two hours gets on ones nerves. Taking off his heavy diamond chestplate felt like enough liberation for the day. He expected to hear from Tango or Impulse at some point, preferably soon.
Jimmy asked him how the meeting went when he returned, holding out a cup of coffee.
Unsure of whether or not to tell the truth, Scott lied, he said nothing happened and made fun of Scar for running his mouth so much. He said he was tired.
*****
“Scott? That you?” Tango’s voice came through a small door in his abandoned cow farm. It wasn’t needed anymore.
Scott pointed his torch towards the voice, illuminating a door, which Tango had crafted into the side of the underground farm.
“Yes it’s me. Why’s it so dark in here?” he asked.
“I don’t want people to know I’m still using this place, that’s why,” Tango motioned for Scott to come to him.
Tango silently listened for any sign that Scott had been followed, then pushed a stone slab in front of the hidden door with a silent thud.
On the other side of the door was a short hallway, then a very small room with some pillows on the floor and a table. A map of the server that included all the structures and members was pinned up on the wall. There was also a well loved notebook on the table.
“Where’s Impulse?” Scott asked, sitting down on one of the pillows.
“Ren needed him for something, he’ll probably be here next time,” Tango explained. He sat down and lit a candle to make more light.
“I thought we would start by going over the basics today,” Tango picked up the notebook and flipped through some of the pages absently.
Scott looked away and then back, “okay, shoot,” he said.
The “plan” centered around infiltrating the Red Army, convincing them (mainly Ren) that Scott had decided to switch sides. Then, him, Tango, and Impulse would eventually build their trust. Somewhere in there they would convince the Red Army to stop messing with people and come to an agreement with the rest of the server. Something about working together instead of against each other.
“We still have to work some stuff out,” Tango concluded with confidence.
“That’s the plan? You really think this’ll work?” Scott crossed his arms.
“If you can insult Scar convincingly enough, yes,” Tango said.
“Oh this’ll be easy!” Scott laughed, mostly to cover up his nerves.
Tango chuckled with him, then became serious once more, “I’m glad you have a sense of humor going into this. Even after what they did to you,” Tango said.
“I’m sorry about that, by the way,” he apologized.
Scott’s hands stung a bit in response, but he nodded a silent “thanks”.
They were quiet. Scott nervously fiddled with the hem of his coat, lost in thought, mostly regret.
Impulse did show up the next time. He arrived just after Scott did. Everyone sat awkwardly in the little room for a while and Scott was wrapped in nostalgia for a similar time. A time where the only threat was an obscene number of phantoms.
Over the course of their meetings, Scott observed his teammates and their actions. A far cry from who they used to be, including him. Scott’s hair had grown past his ears and turned purple at the tips, and he’d become rather paranoid about always wearing armor.
Tango spent much of their interactions lost in thought. The ghost of whatever was eating at him weighed visibly on his shoulders in the way his head was always bowed in a perpetual staring contest with the ground. He was irritable.
Impulse was a wild card to Scott, they’d never really met before; but it was clear he’d been changed as well. Illustrated by his long “mining” trips, which he only returned from to attend their weekly meetups with no resources to show for it, and a general aura of depression.
His mind was drawn back to the picture Cleo had taken of almost all his server-mates, together in front of the Vibe Machine. He’d studied everyone’s faces countless times. Mostly wondering where everything had gone wrong.
Had they ever truly been friends in the first place? Or was camaraderie a comfort when everyone else was just as weak as one another.
#finally. the end of act one.#also the end of me having to select from my notes app because#up until now I wrote EVERYTHING in the same document#never. ever do that.#kingslayer au#scott smajor#tangotek#impulsesv#3rdlife#3rd life smp#cas types#mcyt
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Hi. It has been a really long time since 3rd life ended. And I have not yet stopped thinking about it. Especially weirdly mundane ideas about it... Right now I'm thinking about how on edge everyone was near the end, and how on that server nobody could sleep the night away and nobody had the gear and security they were used to, so they might have naturally fallen into a system of having a night watchman and taking guard in shifts in the little groups they were in. This could be an idea for the crastle gang or for the Red Army, but I'm just loving the image of somebody staring out over a wall in silence, peaceful friends sleeping by the firelight behind them, never quite knowing if the next person will come to take over or if their shift will be interrupted by violence and chaos...I just like night watchmen a lot really
it's like the calm before the storm, i really like that. where nobody is able to sleep soundly bc they know the endgame is coming but they also want to cherish the last night/s they have together. T_T
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Martyn sits atop the wall of Dogwarts, watching the landscape carefully for any enemies. In the distance, the lights of the Crastle can be seen. But no movement, and no sign of life can be seen except a faint figure atop the crenellations. Likely someone else keeping watch to protect their allies, just as Martyn is doing here.
Or someone keeping lookout for a readying ambush.
His mind keeps trying to wander but paranoia brings it back to earth. He has to keep watch, no matter how long the night is dragging on. If he doesn’t keep his focus, he may inadvertently let something slip past him, a dangerous something that may hurt or kill his friends. And he can’t let that happen.
He’s already failed to protect one friend recently. He can’t afford to lose another.
His chest twists as he thinks of his fallen friend. He allows his thoughts to drift momentarily, but a moment is all that’s needed.
“Martyn?”
Martyn jerks so sharply that he almost falls off the top of the wall. A hand shoots out and catches his shoulder. “Hey, whoa. Watch out.”
“Sorry.” Martyn clears his throat awkwardly. “Lost in my thoughts. Not great for a lookout, huh?”
Etho sits down on the wall next to Martyn. “Something on your mind?”
“A lot of things.”
As the pause grows longer, Etho says, “Anything you want to talk about?”
Martyn hesitates. “I’d… like to talk about Skizz a bit. I haven’t had a chance to fully process his death.”
Etho nods slowly, letting himself settle back. “Me neither. It all happened so suddenly.”
“It really did. He charged in there and I could hear him yelling and then suddenly… nothing. He just went down so quickly.”
Etho awkwardly pats Martyn on the shoulder. “Do you miss him?”
“I do. Weirdly, I do. And I say “weirdly” because I didn’t expect to really care about anyone except Ren. No offense.”
“None taken.”
Martyn gazes up at the sky as he searches for the right words. “Skizz was a… He was just so full of life, you know? Always chatting away about anything and everything, making jokes, trying to make people laugh. But he really cared about everyone. He took care of us. With the tunnel and giving us all golden apples and sharing his resources and always being so loyal even when his life was being threatened.”
Etho nods again. “Skizzle’s always been full of love for the world and its people. His best trait is his heart.”
“And it got him killed,” murmurs Martyn numbly.
After a moment, Etho glances sideways at him. “May I ask a question?”
“Go ahead.”
“What do you plan to do if you and Ren are the last two standing?”
Martyn considers this for a moment. “I… have plans. But I don’t think it’ll come to that.”
“You don’t?”
“No. We’re outnumbered and outgunned; we’re gonna get slaughtered within a few days.”
“We have our loyalty,” Etho says.
“But they have the numbers and they’re united by their hatred for us,” responds Martyn. “They have a common enemy and they won’t betray each other before we’re taken down. They’re not idiots; they’ll coordinate an attack, set devastating traps, and kill us all. We’ll fight back as best we can, but they’ll take us down. If we’re lucky, they won’t force Ren to watch the three of us get executed in front of him.”
Etho frowns. “That’s a very depressing outlook.”
“It’s the most realistic. If they’re smart, they’ll be planning an ambush right now to take us down while we’re at our weakest.”
The two fall silent, gazing out at the nighttime landscape. Apart from a few mobs wandering around on the other side of the river, everything is still and silent.
“You should get some rest,” Etho says eventually. “I’ll take over the watch.”
Martyn glances back at him. “Are you sure? You’re not due to take over for another hour and a half.”
“I’m sure. You look like you need the rest. No offense.”
Martyn gives a chuckle. “None taken. Thank you.”
He climbs down the ladder and joins his remaining two friends by the fire. After adding a few logs to keep it going, he settles down near Ren, comforted somewhat by the wolfy scent coming from his sleeping king. He gazes up at the sky and pictures the faces of two people: Skizz and Jimmy. Two people he cared about, who are now gone. They were full of life and hope for the future, a better future than the raging war going on outside their respective walls.
Martyn wishes he could carry on that hope.
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Friday Night Stabby best quotes (Tango birthday edition) part 18 (16/04/21)
Impulse: *zoomies into admin and stands by the table for about 3 seconds*
Impulse: OH I don’t even have [the swipe card task]. *laughs*
Etho: Uh… Impulse. I did kinda notice that.
Impulse: I zoomed in here so fast I didn’t know I didn’t have a task.
Etho: You ARE zooming around. Okay, I’ll let it pass.
Impulse: *dashes to shields and does the task there*
Etho: Actually, I dunno if I’m gonna let it pass. *leaves*
Impulse: What?! I just did shields!
Impulse, running after Etho: Etho! Love me! LOVE ME!
...
Endless: I think I might be invisible.
Etho: Oh no, I was just ignoring you, Endless. Sorry.
Skizz: Somebody say something?
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Skizz: It has to be Mrs Tango.
Mrs Tango: Why?!
Skizz: It doesn’t have to be, I just feel it.
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Impulse, running up to Skizz and Etho standing together on a task: Are you lovers? Are you lovers? Should I leave?
Skizz: You know what, this is a monogamous relationship, buddy.
Impulse: Do you need- Do you need help? Etho, if you are in need of help, wiggle twice.
Skizz: *laughs*
Etho: Well, he hasn’t killed me YET...
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Evil: I found a dead Impulse in upper engine.
Skizz: Cuz you killed him.
Evil: Nope.
Skizz: Cuz your partner killed him.
Evil: Nope.
Skizz: Cuz you called in a hitman and had him killed.
Evil: ...Do you WANT me to vote for you, Skizz?
*pause*
Skizz: Cuz Joker killed him.
Joker: Wow. Scraping the bottom of the barrel, there, Skizz.
*pause*
Joker: Just like that hair.
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Joker: I wanna say it’s Skizzle cuz it looks like he’s wearing the head of Geoffrey the Giraffe’s sister.
Skizz: Alright, listen. Listen. ‘Kay? You’ve gotten across how superficial you are. I know my hair is not to your liking, clown. Okay? You just sit over there and lemme be beautiful.
Tango: Yeah, don’t be judgey.
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*Brody’s body is reported*
Endless: Aww, we miss you, Brody.
Skizz: Eh. Let’s not get carried away.
Joker: *laughs* I approve of this message.
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*Skizz has a sheep accessory on his head*
Evil: Skizz, are you feeling sheepish?
Joker: DANG IT! I was gonna say that joke!
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Skizz: Alright. I’ve disclosed myself as the spy so if I die, you know it was the imposter.
Tango, laughing: If I die, an imposter killed me.
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Astro: Can we vote for Joker for many reasons? But mostly because-
Joker: What?! Why?!
Tango: Oh, Etho’s the snitch!
Astro, continued: -he just zoomed by Etho. I just saw Joker swoop by Etho and kill him.
Joker: I did not! I did not do that!
Tango: That’s the first time we’ve seen snitch.
Joker: I’ve been running this whole time! What’re you-?!
Astro: Yeah, you ran right by Etho and killed him!
Impulse: Wait… Tango-
Joker: I DID NOT!
Impulse: Tango, Tango. How do you know? How do you know we saw snitch?
Tango: Cuz it says… snitch next to his name…? No…?
Astro: Okay so Tango’s the other- the other imposter, cuz-
Impulse: Ohhhh!!!!
Tango: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Impulse: Technicality!!
Joker: Well it’s Tango but it’s not me!
Tango: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WHYYYYYY?!!!!!!!!!
Endless: Why’s it- Where does it say snitch?
Tango: I mean- No, guys, we should work this out. There’s a chance- *mumbles* I got nothing…
Astro: I still think it’s Joker but it’s definitely Tango.
Tango: WHY?! STUPID MODS!
Impulse: You’re the only one that saw the snitch reveal!
Tango: WHYYYYYYYY?!
Endless: C’mon, let’s do Joker first, and THEN get Tango.#
Joker: NO, it’s NOT me! Endless, why are you pushing to kill me so quickly?!
Endless: Because Astro called you out!
Astro: But- But Tango called HIMSELF out, so I think he kinda deserves this.
Impulse: Tango snitched himself!
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*after the round*
Joker: Goshdarnit, Tango!
Tango: That was the dumbest round ever and it’s full of dumb and you’re all dumb.
Impulse: Ouch.
Joker: Tangooo!
Impulse: Yeaaah, the snitch callout was pretty bad.
Tango: I assumed that once it was revealed, everyone knew it.
Astro: It’s revealed to the IMPOSTERS and-
Tango: I GOT THAT. GOT IT. THANKS. GOT IT.
Joker: Happy birthday, Tango :)
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Mrs Tango: I just walked into the room and I watched [Tango] stab Astro. He didn’t even care that I walked into the room.
Tango: Nope! Nope! Do NOT let her trick you, okay? Do not let this happen. I’m not saying anything else.
Impulse: I’m gonna trust Tango cuz it’s his birthday.
Mrs Tango: You should NOT trust Tango. He’s a dirty liar.
Skizz: Oh man, she-!
Impulse: And this is why I will never play this game with my significant other.
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*Etho is claiming that Evil and Joker are lovers*
Impulse: How do you know that, Etho?
Skizz: Yeah, how do you know that?
Joker: Yeah, how DO you know that, Etho?
Etho: They confessed their love.
Joker: I love everybody. I love you, I love Impulse. Dunno about Skizz, but…
Skizz: Come ON, Joker!
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Joker: Impulse, would you like to say what happened with Brody after you guys left together?
*pause*
Impulse, in a small voice: I know it looks bad…
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Evil: So we start the game voting Tango out, right?
Tango: Wait, what?! Why?!
Brody: I’m down. Sounds good.
Tango: Listen, I got a finger on my head and I’m not afraid to use it.
Endless: You put that finger away, sir!
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*a meeting is called, interrupting Joker and Endless’s conversation*
Joker: What proposition?
Endless: You missed out on the proposition.
Joker: Endless is propositioning me and I dunno how to feel about it.
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Joker: I’ll be honest, [Skeld] is my least favourite map. I absolutely hate this map.
Tango: What?!
Impulse: Skeld?!
Joker: Yup.
Tango: Joker, you are dumb with a sprinkling of dumb.
Skizz: This is my favourite map. I like actually knowing where stuff is.
Tango: Skeld is AMAZING. It’s so balanced.
Endless: Joker’s favourite map is MIRA, so…
Tango: Yeah, he just wants to get lost and press buttons and ride riders.
Joker: I just don’t like this map. It’s too easy to find people together. I like it when people are spread out more.
Tango: It’s perfect.
Joker: No. I hate it. You’re dumb.
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Skizz: You know what, Joker? I hate your hat.
Joker: What?
Skizz: I hate your hat.
Joker: *scoffs* I don’t care.
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Skizz: *changes his accessory back to the hair Joker hates the most*
Skizz: BOOM. That’s just for Joker!
Joker: OH! Oh come on, Skizz! NO!!!
Skizz: You crawl inside this hair!
Joker: Oh GOD no! Why would I do that?!
Skizz: It stinks in here. Come on in, the water’s fine.
Joker: Skizz, that’s the WORST thing you’ve ever said!
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*body is reported*
Evil: Why were you screaming, Tango?
Tango: I just wanna say that when I see Evil approach me now, I pucker and I- I wait. It’s just- I have this thing now. Every time Evil approaches me, I assume I’m going to die.
Joker: Hey Skizz? Can I use your hair to scrub my brain so I don’t have to hear Tango say “pucker” again?
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Tango: It wasn’t Etho. I feel bad now.
Skizz: You shouldn’t. I hate Etho.
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Astro: *calls a meeting*
Astro: I hit my button cuz at least I can now for two seconds use a non-vanilla role and be Button Barry.
Tango: I like that the button was actually three feet away when you pressed the button there.
Astro: Yup. Didn’t care.
Tango: Nice, that’s- Well done. All you had to do was take three steps.
Astro: I wanted to use that button. That’s it, that’s all I got.
*pause*
Astro: Enjoy the 40 seconds we’ve got left.
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Brody: Astro, what are you doing?
Astro: I’m following you.
Brody: Why?
Astro: I dunno. I’m done with my tasks.
Impulse: Are you his… Are you his lover? Are you his LOVER, Astro?
Astro: Nah, I did that once. We broke up.
Brody: Awww, we did??
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*after Astro sheriffed Skizz*
Evil: But nobody died, so why are you trying to pin something on me?
Tango: I’m tryina pin something on somebody.
Brody: Ahh, that’s not a good thing.
Astro: I killed someone.
Evil, laughing: Well yeah, nobody died this round except the guy Astro admitted to killing.
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Skizz: I hate Joker, Endless, Brody, and Impulse. Oh I’m sorry, I was talking to my chat.
Joker: I didn’t vote for you!!
Endless: Joke’s on you Skizz, I also hate me.
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Tango: I’m trying to scan my bitties and you guys are all pressing buttons.
Joker: Nobody wants to hear about your bitties.
Tango: Well, they’re being scanned.
Joker: I don’t care about your bitties, dude.
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Astro: Did Impulse even say where [the body] was?
Impulse: It’s between office and storage.
Joker: I thought it was between electrical and office.
Impulse: Electrical, storage, office. It’s kinda like in the middle there.
Tango: What are you even saying right now?
Impulse: Okay, okay. Pull up your maps, make a triangle between electrical, storage and office. The body’s RIGHT in the middle of that triangle.
Tango: The triangle’s pointing to your name and *votes* OH! WHOOPS!
Impulse: Isosceles triangle. What?
Tango: Sorry, I made a triangle but clicked your name by accident.
Impulse: Oh my gosh.
Joker: I’m clicking your name, Tango. Cuz that’s weird.
Impulse: What is happening…?!
Evil, laughing: I don’t know, we’re jumping the shark.
*everyone has skipped except Joker voted for Tango and Tango voted for Impulse*
Impulse: Are you mad that you can’t make a triangle?!
*everyone laughs*
Joker: Tongo don’t make triangle!
Etho: Tongo smash triangle!
#friday night stabby quotes#friday night stabby#impulsesv#tangotek#skizzleman#etho#misterjoker#brodyman#mrstango#theendless#evilnotion#astrozoan
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Hello V my beloved. It's me again.
As much as I love angst (which is a lot, you know me), could I get please some Tango and Impulse (maybe ft Etho or Skizz) 3rd life content where they are happy even fir tiny bit and just hanging together, enjoying life, doing something nice for each other?
extremely sad we haven’t gotten more team ITS content in 3rd Life T_T
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After the TNT trap fiasco, Tango visits Impulse at the wool castle in the swamp and invites him out for a walk.
“Is there anywhere in particular you wanna go?” Impulse inquires. “If not, there’s somewhere I’D like to go.”
Tango shakes his head. “I don’t have anywhere in mind. Where do you want to go?”
“I really want to go and check on Skizz. I haven’t seen him since he turned red.”
“Is that wise?” asks Tango carefully. “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to see him. It’s just that… he only just got turned red an hour ago.”
“Exactly. He must be really scared and angry and hurt and alone. I need to see him.”
“Will we be safe?”
Impulse shrugs. “I believe Skizz would never hurt us, red life or not. But it’s up to you whether you want to come.”
After a moment, Tango nods. “Okay, I’ll come.”
It takes the two about ten minutes to walk to Skizzle Point but when they do, they find no signs of life outside their best friend’s house. Frowning concernedly, Impulse hops over the fence and dashes up to the nearest iron door, which he knocks on several times.
“Skizz?” he calls. “Skizz, it’s Impulse. Are you here?”
He gets no response, so he presses the stone button and lets himself in, followed by Tango. The house is deserted.
“I wonder where he is,” murmurs Tango, glancing around.
“No, he’s here. I can feel his presence.” Impulse raises his voice as he heads down the mine. “Skizz! Can you hear me, Skizz?”
He continues calling his best friend’s name as he explores the mine, starting to get worried. Where can Skizz be?
Finally, he happens to glance down one of the strip mines and spots the figure of his best friend, huddled on the ground.
“Skizz,” he calls softly. “Hey.”
Skizz glances up at him. Through the light of the torch above him, Impulse can see that his eyes are red and puffy.
“Oh, buddy…”
His heart aching, Impulse makes his way down the strip mine and kneels down beside Skizz. “Are you okay? What are you doing down here?”
“I was trying to get some diamonds,” croaks Skizz. “I didn’t find any. Then I realised life is garbage and I decided to cry for a bit.”
Impulse pulls his friend into a hug. “I’m so sorry. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”
He helps Skizz to his feet and guides him out of the mine. Tango meets him on the stairs back up to the house. “Skizzletop! Are you okay?”
“He’s a bit down at the moment,” Impulse replies, when Skizz doesn’t say anything.
They take Skizz outside and sit him down against the stone brick wall of his house. Impulse settles on one side and Tango on the other.
“You wanna talk about it, buddy?” Impulse asks gently.
Skizz’s eyes stare at the ground numbly. “I just… I can’t believe I’m already on my red life. The first time, I was an idiot and looked at an enderman. I get that that was my own fault. And this time, I… I shouldn’t have stood so close to a live bomb. Do I deserve this, Impulse? Do I-.”
“No,” says Impulse firmly. He hates interrupting Skizz but he knows him well enough to know that once his best friend goes down this spiralling path, it’s extremely hard to get him back again. “You’ve never deserved bad things happening to you and you never will.”
“You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Tango adds sympathetically. “That’s all it takes in this world, you know.”
After a moment, Skizz nods slowly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just… don’t know what to do now. Not only did I die but I also lost everything and now I haven’t even got enough iron for a full new set of armour. I’m scared to leave my house even during the day. One more death and…”
“Okay, no.” Impulse rises to his feet and holds out his hand to Skizz. “I won’t have my best friend wander around in unenchanted iron armour. You’re on red, so I think you deserve a little treat.”
“A treat?” repeats Skizz in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Trust me, okay?”
After a moment, Skizz nods and takes Impulse’s hand. Impulse helps him to his feet. “Come with me.”
…
The three go back to the swamp castle, where Tango and Skizz wait on the bridge outside while Impulse dashes into his room to fetch something.
He comes back out and presents Skizz with a full set of diamond armour, sans helmet. “Here! Sorry I didn’t get to enchant it yet, but we can go up to Renchanting and get that done for you, and I can also get feather falling four from my villagers for you too, as well as-.”
“Whoa, whoa, wait!” Skizz waves his hands to stop his best friend. “Hold on a second. Are you seriously giving me diamond armour?!”
Impulse nods earnestly. “Yeah! I gotta protect my best friend, you know? Don’t want you being taken out by a rogue creeper.”
“Oh my gosh…” Skizz blinks back tears. “Impulse… I… How can I repay you?”
“Just don’t kill me and we’ll be even,” says Impulse teasingly.
As Skizz’s mouth hangs open, Tango nudges him, grinning. “He didn’t do this for me, so I hope you know you’re special.”
“Pipe down, green boy,” Impulse snickers. “You’ll get your turn when someone explodes you into a million pieces.”
“W-When?” Tango splutters. “WHEN?!”
Impulse and Skizz burst out laughing.
“I’d just like to remind you that you drenched four people in lava earlier, killing two of them,” Impulse laughs.
“Hey, hey, hey. One of them was a cheaty cheater and never actually touched the lava. But yes, I will admit that I may have been responsible for two deaths today. I regret nothing. Frankly, I wish I’d killed more.”
“Geez, dude,” murmurs Skizz, still giggling. “Are you sure you’re not a red lifer in disguise? You seem to be pretty bloodthirsty.”
Tango shrugs nonchalantly. “People don’t bleed when you drop lava on ‘em.”
“I want that on a t-shirt,” Impulse deadpans. ““People don’t bleed when you drop lava on them”.”
This causes Skizz to dissolve into laughter again, and after a moment, Tango joins in. It feels good for Skizz to laugh with his best friends again. He’s had a rough week trying to survive and be loyal to his allies, but now, he’s starting to feel safe again.
He’s starting to feel happy again.
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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 7 (30/12/20)
this one is quite long, cuz this is the 5 hour stream PLUS there was just so many incredible quotes from this one so apologies for the length lol
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*speed has been cranked up in the lobby to the highest setting*
Skizz: So… did we enable cocaine, or…?
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*fifteen seconds before meeting ends*
Etho: So I saw Joker vent, by the way. I just wanted him to sweat a little bit.
Joker: WHAT?!
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*Brody has been caught venting by Etho*
Mrs Tango: Etho is safe. I saw him dump trash because apparently, visuals are on.
Etho: Ohh Mrs Tango saving the day, thank you :D
Brody: Yeah, every time you watch Etho play, it’s trash >:(
Mrs Tango: You shut your filthy mouth!
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Brody, at the end of the round: Etho, I was partially joking. You’re not trash.
Etho: Oh. Thank you.
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Tango: Brown body in O2.
Evil: Eh, it’s just Bdubs.
Tango: Move along. Next round. Nothing to see here.
Skizz: Everybody skip right away!
Brody: That’s sad.
Etho: Poor, poor potato.
Brody: Yeah, he’s just a little potato man.
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*Tango has reported a body*
Mrs Tango: Wait, wait, wait. You saw a body?!
Tango: *deep sigh*
Endless: Oh daaaaang!
Etho: This is very suspicious. That’s a good point, Mrs Tango.
Mrs Tango: That’s suspect right there.
Tango: How often do I self-report?
Mrs Tango: How often do you see a body?
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Skizz: Sorry, Mrs Tango!
Mrs Tango: No you’re not. Don’t lie to me.
Impulse: Thanks for playing the third imposter, buddy :)
Skizz: Shut up.
Tango: TOTAL third imposter there.
Skizz: Hey, I SAID it was a guess!
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*Skizz’s body is reported*
Tango: I think it’s Skizz. I think it’s Skizz.
Brody: You think it’s Skizz?
Tango: Yes. Let’s all vote Skizz.
Etho: Interesting detective work…
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Etho: Joker, what’ve you been up to? You’ve been kinda quiet.
Joker: Oh, my wife just gave me food. I have jambalaya.
*everyone skips except Evil, who votes for Joker*
Brody: EvilNotion thinks you should be voted off for jambalaya, evidently.
Endless: Wait, who voted for who?
Evil: I voted for Joker just cuz he’s got jambalaya and I’m jealous.
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Bdubs: To be fair, he’s eating jambalaya, which is a hot food, and he’s trying to play imposter at the same time.
Brody: Wait, IS he eating jambalaya or was that a ruse?
Joker: No, I’ve got-
Bdubs: Was the jambalaya a ruse?!
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Bdubs: I heard Etho say, like, five words and he was smiling when he said them. Sounds guilty to me.
Etho, audibly smiling: Oh you got me with the-
Bdubs: See! He’s guilty! He’s smiling again!
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*a body is reported*
Etho: Brody killed him, Brody killed him! No, I mean, he’s safe. Brody’s safe.
Brody: You’re killing me right now, Etho.
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Tango: That was the most unsatisfying win ever, by the way.
Brody: It just made me sad.
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Endless: For the record, only one person can medbay scan at a time, so Joker got away with that fake.
Joker: I totally did.
Etho: I thought he was just doing Joker things.
Joker: Yeah, I was just doing Joker things!
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Skizz: I accidentally collapsed my tasks and I didn’t know that was a thing! I do NOW, but-
Bdubs: I’m gonna call my uncle and see if he can fill a spot in this group.
Skizz: Hey, I didn’t have to tell you guys ANYTHING!
Brody: Being dead, you were still somehow third imposter. I don’t understand how it’s possible.
Tango: That’s a talent, right there.
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Etho: *calls emergency meeting*
Joker, immediately: YEAH, I wanna talk to YOU, Etho!
Skizz and Bdubs at the same time: UH OH!
Tango: These are the best kinds of meetings!
Etho: What is it, Joker?
Joker: I wanna know why you’re going to that gas can so many times without emptying it!
Etho: I’m trying to avoid you, cuz you’re freaking me out, man.
Bdubs: I just saw him there at the gas can.
Joker: Yeah, I saw you- He- He walked away-
Etho: How about instead of watching me, you go do your tasks, Joker?
Bdubs: Wow, he’s pulling a dad move.
Brody: You ARE freaking out, man.
Joker: A dad move again. I’m in trouble. Alright, fine. I was just trying to make friends, man.
...
Etho: I stumbled across a body and as I entered the room, Skizzle ran out instead of doing lights or reporting the body.
Skizz: Always throwing me under the bus!
Brody: Is that throwing you under the bus or is it-
Tango: -is it you crawling out of the bus saying “vote me”?
*pause*
Skizz, miserably: Just do it.
...
Mrs Tango: I have both tasks in medbay.
Brody: Really? Both? Is that even a thing?
Mrs Tango: It is. If you’d like, you can come watch me scan my sexy body.
Brody: I-I don’t wanna watch that, I’m okay.
...
Tango: It’s clearly Joker again, can we just vote him off?
Joker: W-Wait, what? I-I’m just sitting here! I didn’t even do anything!
Skizz: Jeez, he’s just messing with ya, homie.
Joker: Oh, okay. Good. I wasn’t really listening anyway.
...
Etho: Joker, sorry for voting you out.
Joker: Uh huh.
Bdubs: Classic Canadian.
...
Etho: *calls emergency meeting*
Etho: Oh, they killed Tango! Nooo!
Etho: Uh, I saw Brody vent.
...
Impulse: Okay, I’ll buy it for a dollar. *votes for Brody*
Endless: Yeah, what’s the worst that can happen?
Brody: What’s the worst-? Thanks, Endless. I appreciate that, buddy.
...
Endless: Were you paying attention this time, Joker, or…?
Joker: Well, my wife gave me some truffles with, like, strawberries in the centre and chocolate so it’s super tasty. So I was half-paying attention.
*long pause*
Endless: I’m voting Joker just so he has time to finish his truffles.
Joker: No no no no no no, listen, I’d just finished the weapons thing and I WAS with Impulse but I watched him go somewhere else and then I went down to communications to finish my thing. And if I was the killer, I wouldn’t say that cuz that sounds horrible, now that I say it out loud…
*Joker is voted out*
Joker: Someday, you guys’ll see that it’s really just not me.
...
Endless: For the record, I also want some jambalaya and some chocolate truffles.
Brody: Endless, you get NOTHING.
...
Tango: So Etho, did you really just cut task mid-task and run away?
Etho: Oh yeah, if I think the killer’s just walked in with me, I’m outta there. There’s no way I’m hanging around.
Joker: Then everybody should know that if Etho is hanging around with me, we’re both the killers.
Endless: Noted.
...
Impulse: I literally saw Brody vent.
Brody: You did. You did see me vent. I killed Etho. I’m gonna say it out loud. I killed him because every time I’m near him, he sees me in a vent. Every time. He deserved to die every single time. I’m calling it right now. You should vote for me. Etho-
Bdubs: This is dark…
...
Evil: I found Bdubs’s dead body at lights.
Mrs Tango: I think it’s Joker.
Joker: Of COURSE you do.
...
*Mrs Tango is ejected*
Mrs Tango: Y’all are WRONG and I’m not doing my tasks.
Etho, dead: Hell hath no fury like a Mrs Tango scorned.
...
Endless: Best of luck to you later tonight, Tango.
Tango: I am locking my doors, just so you guys know.
...
Tango: That was an unproductive round for me. I was in admin, now I’m in reactor and my task got interrupted.
Brody: I don’t think it’s unproductive; Skizz is dead.
...
Bdubs: I saw Brody go right early on with the whole reactor meltdown, he went the opposite direction. Then the second emergency meeting, he deflected and didn’t really truly answer, and then he voted against Mrs Tango with me and Etho without really saying much. And I- I’m kinda- I’m really feeling… *sounding like he’s crying* I think he did it! I think he’s a killer!
Brody: You’re using the fake tears right now? That’s where you wanna be?
Bdubs: Yes that’s where I wanna be.
...
Tango: No, okay, wait a sec! Listen. Just imagine for a second that I’m innocent right now.
*long pause*
Impulse: You… You just wanted us to imagine?
Etho: Okay, so you’re innocent and…?
Tango: No, I’m guilty.
...
*after the Tangos lose an imposter round together*
Mrs Tango: I have the best husband ever.
Tango: So close!
Mrs Tango: Just so you know, I have the best husband ever.
Tango: We were on a murdering rampage!
Mrs Tango: My husband is better than all of your husbands,.
Joker: I don’t… have a husband?
Endless: Yeah me neither.
Tango: Her husband is better than your husband, Endless.
Mrs Tango: My husband is better than all of your husbands.
Endless: Your husband called you a liar earlier.
...
Endless: *calls emergency meeting*
Endless: I don’t have any information, I just saw Tango was dead on vitals.
Etho: But now we don’t know where he died.
Endless: It literally just happened, so has anybody seen him recently?
*long pause*
Skizz: ...so essentially this meeting is “the vitals machine works”?
...
Joker: Am I really always suspect?
Impulse: Yes.
Tango: Yes.
Brody: Yes.
Joker: All the time?
Endless: Yes.
Brody: Yes.
Evil: Yes.
Brody: If you’re voted off, it’s either good or good. It’s just like- It’s fine.
...
*everyone skips except Endless who votes for Skizz*
Endless: Payback >:)
Skizz: ENDLESS-!
...
Impulse: Joker, don’t kill me right away.
Joker: *kills Impulse*
(wouldn’t be one of these streams without Impulse inadvertently predicting his own death a second before it happens)
...
*Brody calls an emergency meeting after Joker has been chasing Tango around the map*
Tango: OH THANK GOD, OH GOD! PLEASE VOTE JOKER OFF!
Joker: Look! MAN! I’m-!
Tango: He’s been chasing me for twenty minutes!
Bdubs: Hold on, hold on. Brody- Brody, what?
Brody: Uh, I just called this cuz I wanted to see where everybody’s at with tasks cuz I’m done, and, uh…
Tango: Guys, I nailed Joker already, now just vote him off!
Joker: Look, dude, I’m just trying-
Tango: He just chased me for twenty minutes! Endless, Endless-!
Bdubs: Is this Tango’s guilty voice?
Skizz: I wanna hear Tango only.
Tango: Everyone, SHUT UP. Endless. Endless. Endless? Endless. Are you there?
Endless: Yeah, I-
Tango: Did you not see me sticking to you like glue for that entire round cuz Joker was chasing me for the last thirty seconds?
Endless: I saw Joker come into communications, go to leave, then come back in and hang around you, so…
Skizz: Tango, are we voting for Joker?
Tango: Yes! If it’s not Joker, he’s a jerk and needs to be voted off anyways.
Joker: I’m always a jerk!
...
Joker: Sorry, Bdubs, I blew that last round.
Bdubs: Oh don’t worry, I blew it too.
Brody: Yeah, you both equally blew it.
Joker: I wasn’t talking to you, Brody.
...
Brody: Endless? Etho?
Etho: I was on my way over to lights.
Endless: I’m just waiting to die.
...
Impulse: I said my BONES are good, not my eyeballs.
...
Skizz: You are a NINJA, Endless. I totally forgot you were playing for a second there.
...
Skizz: Impulse, your body had fully decomposed and had been consumed and turned into fossil fuel.
Impulse: I love how your ghost was hovering over my body for half the match, just waiting for somebody to find me. That was cute.
Tango: Just like “aww my buddy is dead :’(“ yeah.
Skizz: It was killing me! D:
...
Tango: Skizz, how did you get into the lab?
Skizz: ...I don’t understand the question. How’d I get into lab? Through the door…? What is happening?
Joker: I see where you’re going with this, Tango, and I support this.
Skizz: I don’t-!
*votes are revealed, everyone has voted for Skizz*
*pause*
Skizz: ONE time. I wanna be imposter ONE time where my partner is not voted off in the first six seconds!
...
Impulse: I’m about to be killed, anywa-
Etho: *kills Impulse*
...
Bdubs: Mrs Tango! What are you doin’? You just walked out of communications and Impulse is dead in there!
*pause*
Mrs Tango, audibly grinning: I don’t think so! He was alive when I was in there.
Bdubs: Busted!
Tango: Hang on, guys! I will decipher this with my extensive wife knowledge! I think she’s guilty!
Mrs Tango: He was alive while I was in there!
Bdubs: He was? He just dropped dead of starvation, maybe?
Mrs Tango: Maybe an icicle got him, I don’t know.
Tango: Right, right! Stalactite fell from the heavens and impaled him.
Bdubs: A flesh-eating disease, maybe.
Tango: Maybe Endless starved to death. Did you think of that?
Joker: A wire was loose and he got electrocuted.
...
Joker: Brody, you just love killing me.
Brody: I mean, I do, but that’s not why I’m voting for you.
...
Joker: Tango, I’m getting people coming into my chat and telling me you’re saying I’m useless now.
Tango: *cackles*
Tango: I dunno what you’re talking about.
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