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[space-apples]

along with zera, i also wrote a silly little thing <333

@whilmsy :D

Space’s head hurt.

He had been getting more and more nauseous throughout the day, periodically blanking out and needing to sit down for a while.

“Don’t wait for me, man,” he had told Wilm, getting frustrated with himself by needing to stop to hold a hand to his head. “I’m just gonna get some sand for some TNT.”

He grinned softly to himself before wincing. It said something about him to know he found comfort in a block that caused nothing but carnage. Space didn’t remember where they met Zera, or perhaps Zera came to them. Either way, it didn’t matter. It never did with Space, did it?

The world had froze— or at least to him it did. Space didn’t even have the chance to feel the pain of losing a life until it was gone.

Space’s head hurt, his head hurt, and he couldn’t see the skeleton. Was he burning? It felt like every inch of his skin was engulfed in something he couldn’t name, and suddenly—

Suddenly Space was back in spawn.

He wanted to scream in frustration. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, he couldn’t remember.

Space couldn’t register the messages that were spamming in his comn, he was too light headed, was floating too much outside of his body to even register.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was fine, and— Zera. Zera. The parrot spawned next to him, fresh burn scars littering their face.

“Z-Zera, oh my gods, how did you—”

“Lava.”

“O-oh.” Space scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Was the erm… was the boogey chosen?”

“Yea, actually! Chem, they- it’s how Wilm lost their blue life.”

Space was Yellow, but they felt like seeing red. How dare they, how dare they. It was a Boogey, it wasn’t like Chem had much of a choice, but Wilm was his friend, Wilm was his friend, and Space wasn’t there to help, Space wasn’t there to help, Space wasn’t there to help; maybe it wasn’t Chem he truly was angry at.

Zera had left, probably back to Jay, but Space couldn’t remember. His memory tended to worsen when he had migraines. Space opened his— not really his, not really his, it was his little brother’s— comn, quickly messaging the friend that had gotten… in their words, “sillied.”

< bleedingpheonix4 > whispers to 0rPh3u5_… where are you?

(Space’s little brother liked the imagery of a being who’s reborn from death, that to even be reborn in the first place you have to bleed. The motherfucker was poetic.)

< 0rPh3u5_ > whispers to you… -222 18

< bleedingpheonix4 > whispers to 0rPh3u5_… i can come to you?

< 0rPh3u5_ > whispers to you… sure!

He put the comn down only to put a hand to his forehead once more. He couldn’t look at the thing right now, not with this ridiculous migrane.

-

Everything was fine. Truly, it was! He was on two hearts, but it was fine! He had a bird now, that’s all that mattered. Space creatively named it Feathers, because he couldn’t think of anything else. In fact, his head was throbbing too much to even think.

Which is why when the zombie snuck up behind him he once again didn’t have the chance to defend himself.

Gods, there was something wrong with him. There was something incredibly wrong with him. He woke up at spawn for the third time that day, oh gods the third time that day, the third time that day, he was an idiot, he was an idiot, breathing heavily. His frown grew he brought a hand to his forehead for the umpteenth time.

Space’s head hurt. His head hurt so much.