#//the things on his belt and bracelet are supposed to be chains but i suck at drawing lmao

[mechahero]

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[variety-of-fucks-to-give]

Virus Control - Part Two

  Skip a week(still in flashback), Nate pov

  Bright fireworks pull me from my thoughts. I haven't been able to sleep since it happened. I look out from the only part of our base still above ground, the parrot house. Empty now, reserved as a watchtower. Five pairs of glowing eyes roam the dark landscape, wandering across the bridges, across the barren archery range, past the glowing nether portal. They must have tripped the makeshift alarm system we created. I sense the others emerge from the ladder behind me, hear joints popping, knuckles cracking, "What's going on?" Finn asks. "Sick ones," I mumble, pointing down at the wandering beacons of eerie purple light. "I have enough antidote to heal all five of them," Alayna mumbles, gesturing to five small vials in her belt, "Who are they?" I shrug, "No idea, they only just showed up," Jimena, who hasn't said a word since we lost everyone, suddenly squeals, "BIANCA!" She shouts, pointing at the smaller figure standing outside the nether portal. It sweeps it's gaze towards us and we all duck, "Is it really?" I ask, hope flaring in my chest. "I know that shirt anywhere!" Jimena replies excitedly. Fundy peers over the leaves, "Tommy and Techno!" He hisses, "On the archery range!" I stare past them and watch as Wilbur wanders onto the bridge, "Wilbur, too,"

  2nd person pov

  Alayna looks over at the fifth figure, "GEORGE!!" She screams, diving over the leaves. Avoiding the gaze of all five as they watch her glide down she lands in front of George who has settled himself in what used to be the auditorium. His dead gaze sweeps over her as she crouches in front of him, pulling a vial from her belt. Mega dives from behind, nudging George towards her as she pops the stopper out of the vial, watching George out of the corner of her eye. She holds the vial out towards him as she has seen done only once before, slowly inching her way towards him. His head tilts curiously as she tips the vial up slightly, the smell reaching his nose. It's a strange smell but he doesn't react, staying passive as she puts the vial up to his lips. She tips it and the purplish liquid passes his plump lips, oozing down his throat. Once the vial is empty she slowly backs away, waiting for it to take effect. She sees his adam's apple bob as he swallows the liquid, falling to his knees, she doesn't even notice as Nate, Finn and Fundy snatch a vial each. George's eyes flicker, he blinks once, twice, his skin warms. His hands, previously an inky black colour that looked like gloves, stretching up his arms like dark roots, flex and start to return to their natural colour. He looks up, "What happened?" He mumbles, coughing a couple of times.

She sobs, tripping over herself as she falls into his embrace, "I-" She sniffs,"I thought I lost you!" She wails, "I lost all of you!" He wraps his arms around her, his strength slowly returning, the black roots growing up his arms slowly withering away. A small vwoomp interrupts them and she looks to the side, spotting the form of Wilbur watching them curiously, unsteady on his feet. He probably hadn't tried to teleport before now. George pushes her towards him, "Come on," He mumbles, "Heal him too," She uncaps the final vial with shaking hands, tiptoeing to Wilbur and then repeating the process to give him the antidote. George wraps his arms around her waist as they watch his eyes fade back to their natural brown. The other four walk over supporting Techno, Bianca and Tommy as Mega darts to support Wilbur, "How long were we out? The place looks awful," Techno asks. "We demolished and collected everything the day we lost you, it's supposed to look like it's already been destroyed, it's only been a week," Nate replies, keeping his two sisters close. Tommy and Wilbur look equally battered, ripped clothing, missing armor peices. "I'm surprised you guys managed to keep a hold of your elytras," Fundy comments, it's true: none of them are missing an elytra. "Mine's so broken," Wilbur replies, slipping it off and clutching it to his chest, "Any membrane left?" I nod and we all enter the underground base once more.

We lost more that day than we will ever begin to comprehend. That was last year, she'll make a move again soon. She'll turn them against us. It's a miracle that the six of us managed to get away, and then a week later when they wandered back into our territory we used the only antidote we had to save George, Bianca, Wilbur, Techno and Tommy. We lost family, we lost friends. We can't get them back without more of the rare antidote, they're lost to this world. Without killing the mother dragon? This will never be over. We will never be safe again. You see, when you 'respawn' the ender dragon to defeat her again, she is simply pulled from the dragon dimension, forced into a fight she has no hope of winning. But this dragon, this dragon is something different. Controlling, strong, massive. Literally the mother of all dragons, she has no weakness, you just have to survive longer than her in a  battle in where it's either your life or hers.

  Skip a month or so

  "Stick together! We don't know what we're getting into," Techno shouts over his shoulder, his voice almost being lost to the wind. The scorching air is making the eleven adventurers sweat profusely, "Any further?" Finn shouts from the back and Techno banks to the side, landing on a nearby floating island of netherrack. After a quick scan for blazes and ghasts, the rest of them spiral and join him. "The bastion is directly north from here, about two hundred blocks. It's completely out in the open with a lot of holes in the side-" He kneels down, using a pickaxe to scratch a small square shape in the netherrack, "-We'll split into four groups, three per group with one group of two. The group of two will be Alayna and Mega, they will stay up the very top on watch for ghasts and other hostiles, they will also be backup if any of us get into a sticky situation." Mega nods, slinging his arm over Alayna's shoulder. He points around the rough diagram, adding lines, "Nate, George and I will tank, taking out all the magma cubes and hostiles. Tommy, you Wilbur and Jimena will loot the chests and take the gold blocks, remember to block yourselves in so the piglins can't get at you. Fundy, Bianca and Finn will be in charge of covering lava and getting rid of magma blocks," He finishes, "Any questions?"

  Skip, Nate pov (Yes I know I'm skipping a lot, I'm getting to the point)(By here, wilbur, alayna, nate, jimena, bianca, george, fundy, tommy, techno, finn and mega are fine)

  The Bastion raid went smoothly, we only lost a couple of gold blocks to the lava, we traded the rest with the piglins to get the precious pearls that we can't get out in the overworld anymore without killing someone we might know. We returned home, demolishing the temporary portal and storing the pearls away for safe keeping, for emergencies, and then settle down for the night. Fundy's on watch, I hope he doesn't get us almost killed like last time. I curl up in bed between Bianca and Jimena, Chase laying across from me. Usually we all lie in a mosh-pit in the middle of the beds, as the entire floor is just beds, but now that there's less of us we're more spread out. My blank gaze passes over my wrist, over the bracelet Darryl bought me a month before the initial attack. It's a gold chain bracelet with six small charms hanging off: a feather, a cloud, a black sword, a conduit eye, a small pair of wings, and a diamond. It's the only thing I have left of him. I close my eyes, letting my mind drift off. A quiet vwoomp cuts into my thoughts and I jolt up, peering into the gloom, searching for the telltail purple sparks or white eyes. "Guys! It's some of the others!" A shout comes from outside, barely audible, "GUYS!" "He's probably hallucinating," Wilbur mutters, still lost in the depths of sleep. Alayna and I sit up, beginning to wake everyone, before heading outside.

  "Fundy if this is a false alarm I won't hesitate to throw you off a cliff without your ely..." Techno trails off, spying the five pairs of white eyes trained on our group. "Ari!" Jimena shouts and I grab her before she can run off. I look over to Alayna and spot tears running down her cheeks, George by her side holding her hands. She moves too quickly for any of us to stop her, letting go of George's hands and racing towards by far the skinniest of this batch, clearly Vincent. "ALAYNA NO!" George shouts, "COME BACK!" "WE HAVE NO ANTIDOTE LEFT!" Tommy yells. A few of us run forward, Me, George, Techno, but she holds a hand up behind her, her eyes locked on Vincent's chest to avoid eye contact, "I can do this!" She says, placing her other hand on his chest over where his heart should be. I suck in a breath, knowing he won't attack unless she makes eye contact, but still worried nonetheless. She closes her eyes, lifting her head level and holding her shoulders back, "Vin..." Her voice cracks and he tilts his head to the side, a small murmur of a sound emerging from between his lips. "I know you're in there, I know you would never hurt me," She says, her voice shaking, "I know you're scared, but I can help you," She opens her eyes. One beat. Two. Three. He blinks, purple particles falling from the corners of his eyes like stars.

  He blinks again, white noise emitting from  everywhere and nowhere, "HE'S AGGRO! GET BACK!" Finn yells behind me, "HE'LL KILL HER!" I spin, shushing him harshly, "She's onto something!" When I turn back Vincent is lifting his hands to her face, making me freeze, "Or maybe not..." But his hands are gentle, he doesn't strangle her like I thought he would, instead cupping her cheeks and holding her face gently, as if she may break. "~+~6{~?" He speaks no language I have ever spoken, gaze locked with Alayna's, the language of the endermen is almost impossible to understand. It's astounding, how she managed to reach him through the virus and the control of the dragon. Usually eye contact, the closest thing Endermen have to warmth, is how they detect souls. It's how they find targets, programmed to kill. But they way she broke all of that down with just a few words... "I know, I know, you're gonna be alright," She mumbles, bringing her hand up to his face, slowly, almost hesitantly, "I'm right here, I love you," A dark tear streaks down his cheek, leaving a purple trail in it's wake.

  "Al~6{a," His hands slide down to hers, his voice echoing in an ethereal way and her face lights up, "Yes that’s me! Do you recognize anyone else?" She looks back to us and suddenly his left eye is its normal brown colour, the right one still blank and dead. "N~te," He mumbles in broken english, staring straight at me. "His accent was bad enough before," Finn jokes, "How the hell are we supposed to understand him now?" He cracks his first smile, the black roots crawling up his neck beginning to shrink, relenting control. She looks back with a smile still on her face and throws her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, "I knew you were still in there," She mumbles, "I knew I could get you to come back," "Yo> s~ved me," His voice is soft, still slightly broken but understandable. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tommy head for Tubbo, who has silently watched the entire exchange, blood periodically dripping from a nasty-looking wound on his shoulder.

why is it easier for me to write shit like this than it is to write an essay

Love,

Chase