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Clownpierce sighed, clearly not wanting to leave Parrot’s side. He left the room quietly. As he walked down the hall he spotted two guards and motioned to stop them.
Both of them saluted, the king dismissed it with a simple wave.
“Go guard the medic room No.06, protect it at all cost.”
The pair looked slightly confused but nodded their heads. They had no choice anyway, not when the king himself ordered them to do this. They left to guard.
Clown watched them go and hurried off, not wanting to leave Ferre alone with Saparata’s team.
...
Not like how he did with him. The mafia.. fuck Ash.
...
Nearly a year ago.
“Huh.. time goes fast.. a little too fast.”
The halls were coming to an end. The jester inhaled, trying to get his nerves to work cause the amount of bullshit he will have to endure from the others will be rather insane.
If he was being honest with himself for a little, he wished he helped Parrot’s army with his own. But it was a little too late isn’t it?
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The king of the Nether entered the throne room gracefully, the aura already radiating off him by simply entering. He was still one, if not the most feared player on the server.
He walked up right next to his right-hand man, Ferre was slightly tense. There were a small chatter between Billy and Saps, but it came to halt as soon as the king was infront of them. Flame stood a little bit further in the back, giving Clown a slight nod.
The angel and the bird also followed the suit. Saps bowed his head a little bit too much- not for respect, but rather to show of the crown.
“Clownpierce! The king of Nether himself has gifted us with his presence.”
The white haired one had a shit-eating grin, he was over exaggerating himself.
Clown rolled his eyes even if it was not see-able due to the mask. Saps’ wings puffed up a little bit in excitement, he wasted no time to start talking.
“Saparata cut the act, what do you want?”
“First of all, i am thankful for the loot.”
...
“Secondly, We were chasing ParrotX2 but he got away. Our only clue is that he built a Nether portal. Did any of your guards spotted him perhaps?”
Well fuck, the kid didn’t broke the portal did he? General Saparata is not an idiot, if he acts even a little bit out of the ‘norm’. He WILL spot it.
“I don’t think so, that can’t be that he just built it for distraction?”
The angel’s wings slightly twitched as he was thinking, head slightly tilted. Then Flame, not the sharpest tool out of all the people spoke up.
“Clown, don’t you have multiple guards patroling all day? They sure would’ve have noticed a portal.”
Clowpierce sighed, the blaze hybrid is not that dumb as expected. Fuck.
“I suppose they didn’t notice it, but if it makes you guys calmer. Then take a quick patrol around, i'll lend Ferre too..”
Saps grin came back, even wider this time. Wings fluttering once again.
What a disgusting habit.
“Appreciate the offer! We will gladly take it!”
The king of Nether wanted to tell the other king off so badly. But if he did then it would be quite oblivious that he was hiding Parrot.
Meanwhile Clown’s right-hand man did not like the sudden role he was given. He was so cooked.. What if he accidentally blurted out something? What if his behaviour was a little bit off?
The jester tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to lead the way around the Nether. He watched them as they exited the castle.. Though he caught when Flame looked back at the room, like he was searching for something.
He tried to spot the white particles is the air...
Should he go back to check up on the kid? What if they get back? Eh, he can always just say he got paperwork to do. Yeah, that is a..he didn’t knew if it was believable or not.
As much as Clown did not want to admit it, the stuff the avian told him was.. Concerning at the least, that guy Wifies was insane and surely and likely scarred him for the rest of his damned life.
And after his last conclusion of why he had that piece of paper.. He was not very trusting towards him, all he could do now is hope the other is still asleep.
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Parrot was stirring in his sleep, his dreams were weird. It was either sweet memories or the times in the Paragon, the invis Mafia , the Civil war.
“Smile Parrot, your safe.”
“deanthebean left the game”
“TheobaldTheBird was slainn by ShoeBilly.”
He was sweating and shaking, was it the nightmares? Or was it the fact that he had a fever? His lips were chapped, his skin is clammy. His breathing was uneven, way too fast, way too slow. His brows furrowed, hands gripping the sheets like life support.
The avian woke up with a pained yelp. Heart still beating like it was racing. He immediately sat up, his whole body was shaking..badly. His eyes were darting and shaking like a rabid animal’s.
For a few seconds he was confused about where is he. The realization hit him heavy, the portal, Clownpierce.. Oh my fucking god.
He just realized he sobbed on the deadly assassin’s shoulder. And the other just let him? Why? It made no sense to him, like at all. And he always prided himself about being ‘the smartest player on the server’, but now he was clueless...
Unless..
Clown teamed up with Cindercrest. Dear god.. he is so cooked. He’s dead, they are coming for him.
He will be executed infront of the whole entire server, just like that. Everyone will forget about him in a few months.
And that was not the worst thing, all the people he loved and died.. he keeps bringing them up once in a while so the memory of them wont be forgotten.
He doesn’t want to be forgotten. It was always one of his biggest fears.
No..
No-
Without even noticing he was grabbing his own arms, his talons drew blood. He was clawing at himself. Desperate attempt to calm himself down.
His breathing started to speed up. His chest barely sinked or rised anymore.
He wrapped his own wings around himself hoping to hide his distress enough.
Parrot shut his eyes tight when he heard the doorknob creak.
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Ferre hated this. He hated being with potential enemy. He hated the fact that his hands slightly shook while walking with a leader. He prayed his tongue wouldn’t slip out any information, because that would be embarrassing.
He led Saparata and his ground dogs that were following their leader. The ‘inspection’ around the Nether was long. Longer than what the dragon wanted, cause Saps was a fucking paranoid. Stopping to examine every single ‘clue’.
He wanted to laugh at them, especially when his two genius. Flame and Billy pointed out the most useless shit ever.
It was all fine until they got to the hole in the mountain. Parrot has left multiple feathers in that pit of his, they likely fell out cause of the stress.
Oh no..
Oh hell no.
He saw the immediate glee in the General’s eyes. The wings lifted and fluffed up a little as he picked up a feather.
“Jackpot.”
ShoeBilly took the feather in his hand and reached in his inventory, pulling out a very familiar feather like the one currently found.
“Sir, its matching like completely. He should still be somewhere in the Nether right?”
The angel was thinking hard, then turned around to the dragon hybrid.
“Ferre, lead us back to the castle. I want to discuss a few things with Clownpierce.”
The said one nodded as he lead them back, a little bit slowly to buy his leader more time. Since he pretty much assumed he went back to Parrot.
Ferre felt like someone’s eyes bored into his back. He slightly turned around to see who would be starring at him, Saps and Billy were discussing multiple stuff. So its not them.
Flame could be? It was hard to tell since he was wearing a blindfold. But something in him was telling him that the blaze hybrid could surmise the fact that they were hiding the avian.
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The king of Nether stood in the doorway taking in the sight. The kid was on the verge of a panic attack. When he stepped closer Parrot instinctively flinched, wings covering him more.
He was mumbling something incoherent stuff. Clownpierce approached slowly like he was approaching a wounded wild animal.
“Parrot, calm down. Nothing bad will happen, were not letting that white twink found you.”
At first nothing happened, maybe he was deciding if it was true or safe. Likely both.
Then the wings slightly loosened up, enough to see that his arms were bleeding. The king’s gaze slipped to the scars, he frowned under the mask.
Of course he would do that. He always did that, during the mafia, after the mafia. How did he knew? He watched the kid for a long time, he was an.. interesting person to say the least.
He always wanted to see how familiar were they.
Though Clown would never tell a single soul he sent people to watch out for Parrot after Wifies ‘death’.
The jester sat down on the bed, slowly patted the kid’s head. Before reaching for his wrists to inspect how deep the cuts are.
He was surprised when the bird hybrid just let him do it.
Parrot wanted to protest so badly, he didn’t wanted anyone to see his weakened side. But did it have any point anymore? He WAS going to die, it was just a matter of time.
“Clown..?”
God his voice was weak, how pathetic..
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
The other just shook his head, as he started to treat the wounds. The avian flinched as the he disinfected his arms.
“Parrot, we’ve been through this once. I’m not letting you die due to a white blob.”
The previous king of the overworld shook his head, almost franticly.
“But you have so much reason too.. I nearly blew you up-”
“And i survived.”
“I caused problems during the mafia”
“I fixed them.”
“I robbed your Vault.”
“And my people restored it.”
Withouth any warning Clownpierce pulled Parrot into a tigh hug. Gloved fingers playing with brown-green locks.
The avian was finally calming down, he let out a sigh, he was starting to fell asleep
It was almost a calm scene after a near panic attack.
Almost.
Only if he didn’t notice the white particles of the invis person in the corner. He silently drew his scythee.