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An angry roar echoed through the street as a creature chased after a smaller, weaker creature. Pac didn’t want to describe them as animals anymore. They had mutated far beyond recognition to be considered as such.
As soon as the beast’s roars had faded from his ears, Pac slowly lowered himself from the tree he was hiding in. His movements were fast but silent, not wanting to alert any nearby creatures of his whereabouts. Spawn was a hotspot for the infected, so he had to act fast.
Pac quickly moved through the area, hiding wherever he could so he wasn’t in the open. If there was one piece of advice he’d give to his past self, never stay out in the open for too long. Once they see you, the beasts won’t give up until they’ve infected you or eaten too much flesh to the point where you’re far beyond the point of infecting.
As Pac hid behind a nearby bush, the smell of rotten flesh flooded his nostrils. If Pac had done this at the beginning of the apocalypse, he would have gagged on the spot, but he had spent too much time in this hell that the smell was all too familiar to him. The silence that surrounded the spawn was eerie. Spawn was never quiet.
As soon as Pac arrived at the waypoint, he quickly touched it, causing the stone to let out its signature ding. Pac heard a growl in the distance before he quickly teleported away. As soon as his body appeared in The Order, he almost fell over. He leaned on the waypoint, regaining his stamina after the sudden teleportation.
When Pac regained his composure, he slowly snuck through the halls of the underground bunker, the smell of dust lingered in the air as cobwebs lined the corners of the abandoned building. These tiny insects were the lucky few animals left alive, something rare to find these days.
Pac slowly peaked around a corner, scanning the meeting room before eyeing the thing he had came for. He slowly entered the room and approached the table, carefully picking up an enchanted book that Bad had left there at least a week before the apocalypse had begun. It was forgotten almost as quickly as it had been found.
Pac carefully stepped out of the room, glancing left and right as he arrived back at the waypoint. He put the book into his bag and activated the waypoint once again.
As soon as his body teleported to his destination, he bolted into his house and quickly barricaded the entrance so no infected could enter. That was it, the worst part was finally over.
Pac carefully stepped onto the elevator he had built and used it to go down to his room. As he arrived, he sat on his bed and opened the book, something he probably should have done back at the Order. He hoped he had grabbed the correct book. As he stared at the pages, he let out a sigh of relief as the pages were exactly as he remembered.
As he flicked through the pages he landed on the page he needed. He read the list of how to perform the spell and he quickly got to work, looking through his chest and grabbing all the items he needed. He took out 3 clock flowers, a few random herbs he could barely read the name of, salt, nether warts, an hourglass and items he wished would travel with him.
Pac took off his dagger, ring and his bag of VHS tapes and placed them in the ritual circle he had made before sitting in it himself. He stared at the three objects as the memories flooded his mind. The makeshift ceremony everyone helped him and Fit throw together, the flowers Richas basically pelted at everyone watching, the lovely baby blue blazer that Fit was wearing, matched with his own light brown blazer, the roses they both had in their blazer pockets, the first kiss they shared as husbands, the days after their wedding where they forged each other their own ring and dagger, the makeshift honeymoon the kids had set up for them both.
A frown spread on Pac’s face as he remembered that not everyone got to be there. Mike.. Tubbo.. Ramon.. Everyone they had lost early on. They would never know of his and Fit’s marriage, they never got to celebrate with them, they’d never be who they were again.
He sighed as his gaze landed on bag his VHS tapes were kept in. All the memories he had made on the island kept in one singular bag, starting from when he was on the cargo ship all the way to the one that was recording at that very moment. It helped that he knew how the create mod worked, he could build small devices that would record onto the VHS tapes. He hoped the one he was using to record wouldn’t scramble when the spell activated.
Pac diverted his gaze back to the book and read the instructions again. He stood up and walked over to his chests and took out a few candles and some flint and steel. He carefully placed the candles around the circle, sat inside the circle once again and set the candles alight.
“I want to go back to when the island first started, the day the first residents arrived.” Pac said as the circle he had made began to glow a light blue. After a few seconds, the ritual made a loud bang sound, alerting a nearby creature, causing it to let out a thunderous roar, Pac’s heart beating faster and faster as he heard the beast bang on his front door. Even after surviving a few months in the apocalypse, you could never get rid of the dread you’d feel when an infected finds your location.
As the ritual commenced, Pac felt his body changing, his hair becoming shorter, his clothes changing back to his original blue hoodie and pants. His surroundings slowly vanished from his sight as the spell continued working its magic.
He felt his conscience slipping from him as he began to drift off. He remembered all the happy memories he shared with Mike, with Richarlyson, with Ramon, with Fit. He remembered how he watched every single one of them fall victim to the infection, how he was powerless to stop them from losing themselves. He remembered all the times they were there for him, and how he had failed to protect them from the apocalypse, but he wouldn’t fail them, not again. Hopefully he would be able to save more people this time. Hopefully things would be better.
As Pac’s vision began to blur, one final thought came into his head. He had to make sure no one died this time. The kids.. the residents that went missing before he arrived.. he had to make sure they didn’t die. The thought quickly disappeared as his vision snapped to black, the spell finally completing itself.