#Gegg supremacy

[perpetuallyboo]

Ya know, as a beginner artist I can’t bring the scene I have in mind justice by drawing it.....BUT YA KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!? I SURE AS HELL CAN FUCKIN WRITE SO *BREAKS KNUCKLES* LETS DO THIS SHIT

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Gegg jumped up and down excitedly on two little legs, waving his sign of "STORY" all around him. "Yes, yes, come on Gegg." Wilbur sighed, turning away from the small egg and towards the looming stone walls near the man's house. "I'll tell you a story. Just...follow me." Gegg hopped over to follow the tall man, wobbly in his excitement but hurrying towards the path that Wilbur made. "Now, Gegg, I want you to get in this hole here. It's..It's the story hole!" Wilbur said, picking at the wall till it made a small hole just big enough for someone to fit inside.

Briefly, the dark crevasse in the wall flashed to a brighter lit but all the more foreboding small room, surrounded by the same stone but with just a singular slime block in the middle. The only thing that Gegg had to look at other than the torches for when he had waited for someone to find him...

But then the flash stuttered and cut off back to the dark space of the hole that Wilbur had dug. Shaking himself out of any dark thoughts, (those were in the past anyways, Gegg had found people that liked him!) Gegg hopped into the hole.

Wilbur stood at the edge of the hole's opening, illuminated by bright sunlight, tall frame casting a dark shadow over Gegg.

"Now, Gegg, a story. Once upon a time," Wilbur began, narrowing his eyes at the small greenish egg in front of him with a forced smile.

"In a very enchanted and dangerous forest, there was a little egg, and he was very fragile and very slimy- and- and goopy and he smelled repulsive. Absolutely abhorrent, just the worst smelling thing you've ever smelt."

Gegg was not liking this story very much anymore. He was always slower than most eggs, but it was easy to tell by the disgusted glare in Wilbur's eyes and the way his hand tightened on the pickaxe he held in his hand that these insults were directed right at him.

"Clean egg!" Gegg flashed his signs, staring hopefully up at Wilbur. Sure, Gegg was happy to be Gegg with all his funny green slime, but if Wilbur would like Gegg without it then Gegg could change! But Wilbur just sighed derisively, pinching his nose.

"No, Gegg, you'll never be clean. Listen to the story. It was the smelliest, ugliest, goopiest egg in the world. And he wandered off into the woods and you'll never guess what happened to him!" Wilbur leaned towards Gegg, not stepping forward into the small cave but enough so that his eyes glinted dangerously.

"He got eaten! Alive!"

Gegg gasped and cowered into the corner of the cave. His attention had been enraptured by Wilbur's story about this small green egg just like Gegg and when Wilbur had leaned forward, Gegg cursed his vivid imagination as he could see his own weak shell being griped by some monster and eaten alive. It would be so easy, so easy! No one looked after Gegg, no one would even notice! "No, no! Scary!" Gegg whimpered, tears forming in his wide eyes.

"Yes, Yes. But alternatively to the story, before he wandered off, he got put here..." Wilbur began, stepping slightly back once more to then place a block in front of him, stacking another on top to fully seal away the outside world and any kind of light. "In a nice safe box. Just like that! Where he can't irritate anyone." There was a pause as if Wilbur struggled to find another reason. "And he couldn't get killed! So, he lived in this box forever. And he didn't make any noise. He was quiet. He wasn't irritating. Now, have a good sleep, Gegg." Wilbur ended with a pleased tone and to Gegg's horror, the sound of footsteps fading away.

Gegg was now trapped in the shadows of the cave, barely above to move to the side from how close the walls were. Was this how he died? Just how he lived? In this dark, cold hole where no one would find him? Before he was able to be found because he at least had a few signs pointing to his spot but now...now he was just trapped in the wall that surrounded the server. Just two blocks deep, unable to make any noise but distressed whines and quiet gasps as tears began to well and fall from his eyes.

"Forever." Wilbur had said.

Was Gegg...Was Gegg really so bad?

To deserve to be locked away forever? Never to see light again? Never to hear someone's voice? Never to feel the brief snippet of joy he had just barely grasped? Was all Gegg worth is to rot?

The smallest egg collapsed to the cold stone floor and sobbed, too weak to claw an escape and too alone to be saved.

[tboytoby]

I believe in Gegg supremacy

[taromilks]

oh yeah, its all comin together

[taromilks]

Not to be me, but I'm rlly proud of myself for writing and posting 2 fics within the last 24 hours after a week or two of writers block and a lack of interest in anything, even if they didn't break 1k, bc it's still smth and it makes me :]]