#the last remaining

[b7ngt4n]

The Last Remaining | Part 01

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel south of the country for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 1: Violence, gore, swearing

-> Word count: 2,071 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 01: A Month Ago 🧟

A month ago, the nation of South Korea fell to its knees. A deadly virus swept through the country, killing every human it came in contact with and mutating them into flesh-fiending, viciously-violent creatures, fictionally known as zombies.

The outbreak spread fast through Seoul, turning half of the civilians here into zombies within 24 hours. Rumours were that outbreaks happened in Busan, Gwangju, and Daegu before the Seoul outbreak even started. Everything happened within a matter of hours. Nobody had any time to react, you had to fight for your life within the blink of an eye. Even the government was left dumbfounded.

They deployed military power to try and control the outbreaks. However, the number of zombies soon outnumbered the number of military personnel. Eventually, there was no stopping the virus as it just grew out of control.

It was too late for the government to issue martial law. They knew there was no use putting up a fight they knew they couldn't win. Instead they moved onto plan B: evacuation. Your TV was only able to play a singular automated voice message that repeated, 'All of South Korea is currently being affected by the 'Zombie' virus. The government advises you to stay indoors and wait for evacuation processes to be initiated.' And by evacuation, you heard they evacuated the entire Blue House, the closest schools, and the closest retirement villages. You watched choppers fly from Incheon, none of which you saw ever once stopped to evacuate other buildings. That's when you knew the government was absolute bullshit. They didn't bother to try save anyone else. They didn't want to risk it.

You heard the evacuation camp was set up somewhere in Incheon, which made sense because of the helicopters. But you later heard the camp was overridden by the virus only three days later. You never heard choppers flying around ever again. With no government left to guide you, all hope for survival was lost. A week later, the power in your complex stopped running. Matter of fact, you're sure the power for the entire city stopped. Phones stopped working a day after the outbreak so you couldn't call for help. And with food in your apartment running low, you knew your survival rate was plummeting lower by the day.

You were lucky that you only lived on the 5th floor. You had been watching the streets closely the past month. It used to be very busy with screams, growls, tyre screeches, and running footsteps. You even used to be able to hear zombie groans at night. But recently you noticed how quiet it has been. You see a zombie slowly roaming around every now and then but you haven't seen many alive humans. You wonder if everyone else had just left while they could. The more you think about leaving, the more you think 'fuck it, let's do it'. Could it be worse out there? Absolutely. But would you rather die from starvation or die trying to survive?

There was a convenience store just a street down. If you were lucky, you could make it there and hopefully there would be food waiting for you. You just had to be quick. You could do that. You used to be in the track team in high school and a regular gym goer. You can be quick.

"This should be a piece of cake," you encouraged yourself, but the entire time you were screaming at yourself 'what the fuck are you doing?' Only you were hunger-driven enough to go out into a bloody zombie apocalypse to get cup noodles.

You changed into a zip up hoodie and a pair of gym tights, tying your hair into a low ponytail and lacing up in running shoes. You put on your old elbow pads and knee pads from when you were in your rollerblading phase for protection. You also tucked away a pocket knife in your bra. As you were sliding your backpack on, you started having second thoughts. Was this really worth it? Would you really risk dying out there rather than safely at the comfort of your own home? Your life was in your hands but it seemed that any choice you would make could have you dead. You had to at least try. You believed in yourself, you believed you could get there if you tried hard enough. Gripping a baseball bat in one hand and the door knob in the other, you took a deep breath. Carefully unlocking the door, you opened it a small inch, enough for you to peek an eye out into the lobby. It was empty to your relief. You didn't hesitate to make a move, locking your apartment and bidding it a sad farewell.

You jumped to find a zombie lurking around the elevator lobby. It turned around the moment it heard your footsteps, snarling loudly at you. You recognised it to be Mrs Lim, a sweet elderly woman who lived next door to you. You would watch her cats for her whenever she went out of town to visit her daughter. Your heart broke to see her once-white skin drained of colour, her eyes not the usual dark brown but a mustard yellow, and her teeth was covered in dry blood. You didn't have any time to decide what to do about her as she came charging toward you.

"Why does the first zombie I come across have to be you Mrs Lim!" you protested as you held the baseball bat horizontally, keeping a distance between you and her. She was strong for an old lady, well half old lady half zombie, but strong enough to have you sliding back on the tiles. You noticed down the lobby on the other side of the complex were a couple other zombies. They had already noticed you and were rushing towards you.

"Shit!" you cursed, "sorry Mrs Lim," you quickly apologised before kicking her as hard as you could in the stomach. She groaned, stumbling backwards, tripping over her own feet, and falling to the ground. You didn't waste time, opening the door to the stairwell and making sure to lock it behind you.

There were no zombies in the staircase. Though the apartment did feel different without the lights on. You couldn't imagine how much of a struggle it'd be to do this at night without the power working. You had to make sure you were back home at least before the sun set.

A few zombies filled the entrance lobby. You instantly recognised one of them to be another resident who you saw around often and another one of them to be a security guard. You noticed a taser in his holster, something you deemed could be useful to you. They all turned around the moment you opened the door and came rushing towards you. You hit them in the heads with the bat as hard as you could, occasionally using your foot to kick them back whenever they got too close. They all fell to the floor after a good fight from you. You mutter a sorry to them and took the opportunity to steal the security guard's taser and tuck it safely away in your bag, whispering your extra apologies to him.

You hadn't been outside in a month. It felt weird to be back all of a sudden at a place you used to come through everyday. Blood that was smeared on the glass doors made you cringe. You checked the coast. All you could see was the apartment's front garden and the street through the gates. So far, everything was zombie-free. But you don't let your guard down just yet.

Drops of old blood stained the pavement. What was once a nice garden now looks outgrown and somewhat sat on. You could smell the faint stench of dried blood and what you assumed was the smell of dead flesh. The entrance water fountain you thought was so pretty was no longer squirting out water and the water was coloured red. 'Gross' you thought to yourself.

The street was nothing different. Cars were littered all over the place, some had actually looked like they crashed into poles, some were also open. You wondered for a second if you could check the ones that were open out but you also did fear it was only a matter of time before a zombie found you. One car you passed had crashed into a light pole and inside laid a dead rotten woman in the drivers seat. You would have never seen stuff like this before the outbreak. You feel sad for that lady. Who knows how long she had been sitting there? And who knows how much longer she'll be left like that?

Loud snarls made you stop in your tracks. You pressed your back against the concrete wall and peeked slowly around the corner. A quick count of at least 7 zombies were within a 20 metre radius. They blocked the entrance to the convenience store. There were bound to be more too, ones that were hidden in your blind spots. There was no way you could take on all of them.

You noticed a half empty water bottle lying on the floor. Then you had an idea. You snatched it up, crawling behind cars to get closer to the herd without getting spotted. The sounds of their groans terrified you as it grew louder the closer you got. You chucked the water bottle the opposite way as far as you could. It landed on the bumper of a car, sounding its alarm. The loud horn attracted the zombies instantly. They turned around, racing to the source of the sound snarling loudly at it. It was loud enough to probably attract every zombie within a 100 metre radius which would definitely be more zombies than you can handle. But at least you got them distracted. As soon as the coast was clear, you dashed towards the convenience store. Luckily it was unlocked.

The store was a mess. Products littered the ground but the store would was at least half filled. You guess the store could've been looted a couple of times but it's likely this mess was caused the day of the outbreak. You noticed it was also quiet. No snarls, no groans. That was a good sign. You felt a little at ease.

Canned soup, instant noodles, granola bars, biscuits, water bottles. All the foods you have been craving were here in this very room. You have been longing for this moment. You shoved whatever wasn't expired and would likely last a long time into your bag. You noticed your favourite flavour of Doritos 'Sweet Thai Chilli' sitting on the shelf, untouched and not expired yet. You didn't wait to eat these back at home and decided to open one now, your stomach grumbling at the sight. You walked down the aisles like you used to late at night before. It felt wrong to be looting and in a way stealing. You were friends with the owners, a nice old couple ran the store with the occasional help from their daughter. It felt wrong to steal from them. But then again, it was the apocalypse.

Just as you turned down into the end aisle alongside all the freezers of frozen food and cold drinks, a zombie jumped out from the corner, taking you by surprise.

You yelped, flinging the Doritos out your hands by accident. Just in time, you managed to wedge the baseball bat between its teeth, keeping it from biting you. But it was way stronger than you, quickly trapping you between a freezer and itself. You tried to kick your feet at it but it was difficult in the position you were in. The more you tried, the more stronger it pushed against your bat, closing the threatening distance between you both.

You heard the stabbing sound before the zombie stopped moving. A knife had been plunged through the back of its head. The sharp tip stuck out through its forehead, nearly knocking you in the process. You heaved its heavy body off of you to reveal a muscular, middle-aged, man standing behind it. Behind him was a skinnier but taller and younger man. You assumed the two to be friends.

"Thank you" you breathed out, all your energy gone as you lean against the freezer to catch your breath.

The middle-aged man chuckled, an eerie smile that gave you chills appearing on his face, "Anytime sweetheart."

His smile was the last thing you saw before you felt a bash to the head and your world went dark.

(a/n: forgive me ik! "no bts in the first chapter?" "what a shit fucking story!" i know i know 😔😔 i promise it’s development 🙏🙏 appearances begin in the nxt chapter)

[egg-noodle]

Spider web collar.

[mountainshroom]

Latest sketch bunch :) trying to practice poses

[stefisdoingthings]

wings

[bigfatbreak]

everyone: what happens next at the gala! me, following Miraculous' iconic episode schedule: now lets see how Adrien and Marinette met!!

[comickergirl]

Kara Zor-El, Woman of Tomorrow!

[juusbox]

first impressions

[tannnnblogs]

Throwing these ones into the wild

[hayden-christensen]

#he was fighting for his life 😭

+ BONUS

[sensitiveheartless]

(The rest is under the readmore!)

(Next part) ->

[petricorah]

meeting on the fire nation stairs [ids in alt]

[b7ngt4n]

The Last Remaining | Part 03

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 3: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 2,276 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 03: Mokpo 🧟

"Jeon Jungkook," he added with a shy smile that showed off his front teeth, "that's Jimin," he gestured to the slim man behind him.

"Hey," Jimin smiled, bowing at you and giving a small wave. You noticed his eyes disappeared as he smiled with his top teeth. He had such a pretty and gentle kind of smile. You smiled and bowed back in respect.

"Hey!" another male's voice yelled, followed by the sound of footsteps against gravel. You raised your knife to the source of the sound but you heard Jungkook whisper, “It’s alright,” as he lowered your arm down. You glanced at him, he giggled at the perplexed look on your face.

A tall man with broad shoulders soon came into your view. He’s dressed similarly to Jimin and Jungkook: cargo pants, combat boots. Except he wore a plain sweatshirt, while the other two wore plain long sleeves. He scanned the scene with wide eyes, visibly shocked by the men lying on the ground and your unfamiliar face.

"Jimin, what the hell happened?" he scolded Jimin, who was clearly apologetic towards him as he explained what happened. Broad shoulders sighed deeply while shaking his head, "I leave you both alone for two minutes and this is what you two get up to?"

"Ai, hyung~" Jungkook whined, his eyebrows pinching together, "They kept her hostage, what were we supposed to do?" He nodded to you when he said 'her.' Broad shoulders glanced at you. You noticed the immediate change in his expression: from hot-headed anger to understanding the situation and standing by their decision to help you.

He sighed once again, "well, we need to get moving, okay? Z’s are moving in from the east. We're waiting in the cars," he told the two boys before turning to Jimin with his back to you.

"Do whatever you need to do, but sort this out fast," He murmured to Jimin, who nodded and reassured his hyung by patting him on the shoulder. He didn't know you could hear him.

"Y/N," Jungkook's voice drew your attention back to him. You didn't realise how close he was to you. You could every facial detail of his: his big eyes, a silver ring on the side of his lip, long black hair, multiple ear piercings, his round cheeks. It was amazing how he looked so maintained for a month into the apocalypse. You could only imagine how scruffy you looked. You just knew your hair was all over the place. “Where are you going?"

Where were you going? Well, shit. You never thought about that. You never thought you would ever make it beyond the convenience store. But you weren't even in Seoul anymore. There was no way you could make it back to your apartment alive right?

"I don't know," you answered honestly, "I live in Seoul but I can only imagine how difficult it would be to get back."

Jungkook sighed, agreeing with you, "We live in Seoul too. But it's gotten worse with zombies. They're everywhere now. It's impossible to leave, let alone get in."

You sighed, dipping your head into your hands just for a moment to think. You were homeless. You had nowhere to go. And in the middle of an apocalypse? You wouldn't last a night by yourself.

"We're heading to Mokpo," Jungkook shared with you. You lifted your head back up to look at him. He noticed your glossy eyes and for some reason it pained him to see you upset, "we’ve heard there’s an evacuation camp set up there and the survivors are evacuating to Jeju Island.”

You nodded, taking in the sudden information. But it seemed like you didn’t get Jungkook’s point so quickly, “you can come with us,” he added.

You blankly stared at him, glancing between him and Jimin. Jimin only smiled at you, Jungkook eagerly looked at you, awaiting an answer. Well, what the heck. Where else could you possibly go?

“Okay then,” a weak but joyful smile appeared on your face.

Jungkook’s smile widened, “okay? Okay! Perfect! Okay, well we have to get going now,” he stood up, helping you up shortly after, “you alright to walk?”

You nodded, “yes I just need my bag from their car,” you nodded to Kang and Gihoon still unconscious. Jimin took it upon himself to go retrieve it, saying he’ll meet you both in the car.

“Sweetheart,” you heard a groggy moan coming from behind you. You turned to see Kang still sprawled on the floor but trying to lift his head up to look at you. All that hatred and fury rose back up inside you hearing that stupid nickname that you had picked up a large rock and were already walking towards Kang without thinking.

“It’s Y/N you bastard!” you yelled at him, raising the rock and smashing it onto his head in a fit of rage. You knocked him out of consciousness. You made sure he was still breathing though, not having the intention of killing him but simply serving your revenge.

Jungkook found himself smiling at you. Usually, he doesn’t condone violence, but your actions didn’t anger him. Matter of fact, he felt a sense of justice had been achieved. He was proud of you.

When you agreed to join Jungkook in his group's journey to Mokpo, you didn't expect to meet four more strangers who made up their group of seven. You were overwhelmed enough simply meeting Jungkook and Jimin in the most random way.

You hadn't been around a lot of people in a while that it was daunting to you. Especially when they were all men. Yes, you were the only girl out of the seven men. Now you and men didn't really have a good connection, you tend to not trust nor get along with them. Especially with your most recent encounter with Kang and Gihoon. The compatibility bar was at a whopping 1%.

You started to have second doubts about joining Jungkook and his crew. Maybe you could run away while they're asleep. Take some of their supplies, food, weapons, and maybe you're good to go solo. But you decided to sleep on running away for now. After all, Jimin and Jungkook did kind of just save you. You owed them. But you continued to keep your guard up, just in case.

You found yourself in a public parking lot only a minutes walk away. The lot was dusted clean, only a small Suzuki rested in the corner. There were two cars opened and occupied, obviously belonging to Jungkook's friends. One was a Jeep Wrangler while the other was a Hyundai Palisade. It was intimidating to feel six pairs of eyes on you all at once. But you put on a brave face nevertheless.

"Guys, this is Y/N," Jungkook announced to them. They all appeared youthful looking, somewhere in their 20s, all likely around the same age group as you. There was an uncomfortable silence as they shared looks between themselves, "she's coming with us to Mokpo."

You awkwardly smiled as they all stared at you at once, shifting on your two feet as you gave a little wave, "hi guys."

One of them decided to make the first introduction, hopping out the car to extend his hand to you. The first thing you noticed was that he was a whole head taller than you. He had broad shoulders and big biceps - a combination of broad shoulders from earlier and Jungkook's own muscular biceps, which you happened to accidentally notice about Jungkook. He had short black hair up to his eyebrows and skinny almond-shaped eyes that stood out among the rest.

"Hi, my name’s Namjoon, it's nice to meet you Y/N," he greeted you. You shook his hand as he continued, "Jimin’s already informed us on what happened earlier. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

You managed to give him a weak smile, unsure how to feel about the sudden sympathy and that these strangers all know your business, “thank you.”

Namjoon gestured towards the Hyundai, “you must be hungry, we have lots of water and snacks in the car.”

You nodded but he noticed your hesitation as you stared at the strangers in the car, “don’t worry, we’re all friendly. You’ve already met Jimin. He’s very kind, he will take good care of you,” he pointed at Jimin sitting in the passenger seat, “that’s Yoongi. He‘s the type that’s hard on the outside but soft on the inside so don’t be alarmed if he appears distant,” he pointed to the man sitting in the drivers seat, who's zoned out into the distance, “and in the back there is Taehyung. Just a warning, he doesn’t know what boundaries are so please don’t mind him,” he pointed at the man resting on his arms against the open window. He eagerly waved at you with a big smile on his face when he noticed you staring. You waved back, chuckling at how pure he seemed.

"And over in the Jeep is Jin," he pointed to the man with broad shoulders from earlier sitting in the drivers seat, "and Hoseok in the back," he referred to the man with prominent cheekbones standing watch through the sun roof.

“Thanks Namjoon,” you thanked him for the brief introductions before walking to the car. You spotted Jungkook putting a helmet on his head and the question came out your mouth before you could even think.

“Are you not coming?” you asked clearly confused, a slight frown adorning your face. Jungkook chuckled, moving to reveal a motorcycle behind him.

“I’m coming, don’t you worry now Y/N,” he assured you, a hint of teasing in his voice, as he swung a leg over it, settling in the drivers seat.

“Oh okay,” you muttered, embarrassed you came off more worried than you intended, “be safe.”

Jungkook smiled at your awkwardness, saluting you with two fingers, “always.”

“Zombies! Let’s make a move!” you heard Namjoon’s voice yell from the Jeep.

In the distance a herd of zombies had gathered down the street. They started stumbling in your direction after hearing the roar of three engines at once. You jumped in the car to find your backpack already waiting for you and an eager seatmate by the name of Taehyung, pulling you into a very welcoming and rather tight hug. This you should've seen coming, considering Namjoon's warning. You weren’t really a physical touch kind of person. But you never knew that was the kind of healing you needed most.

In the short time you've spent in the car with Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi, you learned three things:

One:

Taehyung LOVES to talk (not that you're complaining. You enjoy hearing him blab on about the most random things, or oversharing embarrassing stories about Jimin)

Two:

Jimin is the most considerate person you've ever met (he asks if you're hungry, thirsty, too cold, too hot, feeling sick, feeling tired, the list can go on)

Three:

Namjoon was right about Yoongi (he seemed uninterested in you but then again asked you many questions about yourself, your hobbies, and your life pre-z)

You must've gained at least three kilograms from stuffing your face full of snacks. They had rice crackers, canned soup, water bottles, and most importantly, Doritos your favourite flavour 'Sweet Thai Chilli'. Taehyung kept you company throughout the drive, informing you all about his plan for when the apocalypse is over.

"I'm going to open up a dog cafe where you can eat with dogs surrounding you," he told you (and the entire car too), "and I'll let dog owners bring their dogs too. Oh! And I'll also serve dog food for free because the dogs deserve to eat as well."

You laughed. It was a pretty solid plan he had. You liked his enthusiasm and that he dreamt big for the future. You admired his hope. It bought you your own sense of hope. That there's some kind of normality that comes after all of this. But just as you opened your mouth to say something, Yoongi muttered, "Why're they slowing down?"

You sat up to look out the windscreen as everyone's attention diverted to the cars in front. You could hear the roar of Jungkook's motorcycle die down as he came to a stop. The Jeep in front of you too came to a halt as well. You could see Jungkook frantically pointing to the floor as Namjoon got out the car to see what he was talking about. Based off the panic you could see on Jungkook's face and the seriousness of Namjoon's, you could tell that whatever stopped them wasn't a good thing. As soon as Yoongi stopped the car, they all got out to join the others. You followed behind them shortly, slinging your backpack on in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked Namjoon. Everyone had crowded around Namjoon. He was staring down at the floor, everyone else followed. You were driven by curiosity, legs moving closer to see what he was looking at.

Lined horizontally along the road was a skinny row of spike strips. They blended so well into the asphalt concrete that they were nearly invisible. It would have been impossible to have seen that while driving. And it would have been too late to do anything about it once all your tyres are flat.

"Who leaves spike strips in the middle of a tunnel like that?" Jin complained as Namjoon bent down to inspect further. It only took you a couple seconds to realise how much danger you were in until it was too late.

"Hands in the air or we'll shoot your brains out!"

a/n: it's pretty hypocritical that i HATE when k-pop fanfics include random korean romanized words in their writing but i literally did exactly that 😭😭 don't attack me ok 😔 i just thought it fit better rather than putting jin's name because i can literally hear jungkook complaining like that BAHAHAHA 🤣 you can't tell me u don't hear it too ✋

anyways thanks for reading my pookie bums xoxo i hope u enjoyed this part, i love u all mwah mwah 😙😙

[vellichorom]

you sick little animal, even death itself pities you.

[aflockofravens]

Also, Jinshi in "How to Buy Out a Contract" was hilarious.

Do you think he's prettier than me

I was contemplating your murder but my future wife cat thinks you'll make a good brother in law so I'll let you live

My future wife cat trusts you, so I trust you. Don't fuck it up.

Have some money to leave my future wife alone forever go marry her sister

Did you see that Gaoshun? I did a socializing. Do you think Maomao will be proud of me?

Also Lihaku is precious. What an adorable golden retriever of a man. He went from absolute disdain at Maomao when she approached him for an escort to being like "help me little sister, I'm in love".

[magnecalliope]

Branzy is not some innocent waif by any means, but I feel like everyone misunderstands the ways in which he matches Clown’s freak. Particularly, they want to subvert what they view as the architypical dynamic between Branzy and Clown without any real regard to how Branzy's personality actually meshes with Clown's. They recognize that Clown’s intimidation of Branzy is surface level, but don’t seem to grasp what’s going on below that to give Branzy his own edge over Clown.

Branzy is a homicidal maniac in his own right, and certainly has aspirations of being the kind of murder machine that Clown is, but he just does not have the fighting skill to back it up, nor was he a particularly skilled engineer when he first joined Lifesteal. At his core, Branzy is a coward. He gravitates towards whichever player or team he thinks is going to protect him, and he'll stroke their ego to get in their good graces. He gets by on his charisma and charm.

Clown, despite having a clear advantage over Branzy, still frequently comes across as uncomfortable with Branzy's attention, while also craving it and seeking it out. He's also a deeply reserved individual. Even when he's emoting he's still very quiet and even tempered. He plays his cards close to his chest. He's a loner. He has his reputation in part because he's unreadable and intimidating. He was coming off of a season where he hadn't died a single time. He’s an unstoppable force without an immovable object.

So here's the scenario: You're a stoic assassin. Usually you like to work alone. Other people slow you down. But you want revenge and you want to execute it in a particular manner that just happens to be outside of your wheelhouse. You have to team up with someone, and it just so happens you know someone with passable talent and a common enemy. You can tell he's afraid of you, and he should be, because he can't even beat Spepticle in a fight, how would he ever take on you?

But he's also... strangely affectionate. You box him in and he lets you, even as he's shaking with fright. You flirt and he flirts back. You're used to letting your reputation speak for itself, but here he is singing your praises to anyone who will listen. He puts all the credit for the collaboration on you, and downplays his own contribution. He sticks around even after you've exacted your revenge, and he still has nothing but good things to say about you, no matter how much you push and prod and scare and tease.

The fundamental difference between Branzy and Clown is vulnerability. Branzy has had no choice but to embrace his, while Clown has done everything in his power to excise it from himself entirely. Branzy allows himself to have big emotions and Clown barely speaks above a whisper at any given moment. When it comes to a fight, of course there isn’t much that can scare Minecraft’s Deadliest Assassin. But Clown has no idea how to navigate emotions, while emotions are Branzy’s greatest asset. People relate to Branzy, they trust him, and he uses it to manipulate them right into their traps. He can trick others’ emotionally as easily as Clown can cut them down with his sword. His relationship with Clown was made on the foundation of betrayal; he sacrificed his alliance with Vitalasy for Clown's protection. It was more important to him to stay on Clown's good side than remain loyal to his previous team, and this is because he felt, with 100% certainty, that Clown offered him more than Vitalasy did. And Vitalasy never saw it coming. 

That’s what makes Branzy so terrifying to Clown. Because he trusts Branzy. He lets his guard down around Branzy. He lets himself be vulnerable with Branzy. What if Branzy’s just manipulating him too? Or worse. 

What if he’s not?

[sunglassesmish]

oliver about bucktommy in the beginning of season 8