Semblance

Reflection.

Hello any that may read this. I'm not sure how good this story sounds so far, but, seeing as this is only the first of several parts, I am hoping it will turn out well. Please enjoy, and leave feedback! Thanks guys! 

-TrueMemory.

BadBoyHalo knelt in the wreckage of his home. Smoke still rose in the air from the fires and explosions that had been set off not two nights ago. The gritty feel of broken rubble and ashes pressed against his knees and shins, but the pain meant little. Bad was alone.

Bad had been underground when the destroyers had come, killing everyone and everything, destroying what they could, defacing what they couldn't. It was unknown to the three survivors of the massacre if anyone had been taken prisoner. Bad didn't know. He didn't care. He knelt, looking at four objects placed on the ground in front of him. He had recovered most of these objects from the bodies.

Before him lay a white, disc shaped mask. A third of it missing, with jagged edges where it had been broken. Soot stains coated most of the remainder, but a single hole for an eye and part of a smile still remained. Dream had left no body, just this.

The next object was a torn and slightly singed white headband, it's tie having broken when Bad removed it from Sapnap's motionless form. Bad lifted it and rubbed his thumb gently over the soft cotton cloth. He set it back down, and looked to the next object.

The third object was a pair of white framed circle sunglasses, one lens missing, the other cracked. A slightly melted texture covered half of it, and one of the arms of the glasses had been bent at an odd angle. George may not have even known what hit him.

The fourth object still caused great sorrow in Bad. It was a shard of diamond from the living diamond armor that had once protected Skeppy. How had Skeppy even been killed? This diamond shard was laying next to Skeppy's body when Bad retrieved it. Skeppy's body had looked fine, other than a stab wound from a sword that shouldn't have even reached him.

Bad contemplated the four objects, emotion abandoning him for a moment. Dream had died, it would appear. But could it be certain? The mask never came off, but Dream's body had been nowhere to be seen. Sapnap had been shot with an arrow, so his death made sense. George had been clubbed on the head by something, that much had been obvious. 

But Skeppy. The living diamond was gone. All that remained was this shard, and the rest had vanished. There was nothing to explain the mysterious disappearance of the diamond that had essentially become Skeppy's pet and protector for that past few years.

Bad sighed, then lifted his head, looking at a torch sconce that was still hanging on the wall. He brushed his sandy blonde hair back from his eyes, and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. He shrugged off his greenish gray coat, and pulled the torch sconce down. 

A passageway opened in the floor. He stepped down into it, and followed it to the end, coming to a doorway. Inside was a leather belt, coiled on a pedestal. Bad lifted the belt, and strapped it across his torso, going from his left shoulder to his right hip. 

A cracking and groaning sound came from the floor to Bad's left. He looked at the passageway entrance that was struggling to open with the rubble and wreckage covering it. Bad sighed, then lifted the passageway hatch up the rest of the way, and stepped down the stone steps into the carved out hallway he knew so well.

Bad walked past sets of various kinds of armor. First, the old leather armor he had begun his training in under Dream. Second, two sets of iron plate armor, one of them shimmering with magic, enchanted by Skeppy. Thirdly, the golden armor he had worn into the Nether on their last Hunt against Dream. Dream had brought them on hunts to try and defeat him in the most extreme circumstances. Bad had improved drastically under these conditions, but thinking about them now brought only sadness.

Lastly, Bad walked past a set of Netherite plate armor. Sapnap had given the Netherite to him in apology for accidentally destroying Bad's training room. George had let Bad transform a set of diamond armor into Netherite using the ingots from Sapnap.

Bad realized he had been standing, looking at the Netherite armor and thinking about his deceased friends for far too long. He shook his head and continued to a spruce door at the end of the hall.

Bad stepped inside the room behind the door, and gazed at the coiled leather belt on a stone pedestal in the center of the space. He picked it up, and uncoiled it, buckling it around his body, from his left shoulder to his right hip. The leather slid across his waist as well, 

A sound like a rustling wind picked up in the still air. Emitting from the belt came black cloth, covering Bad like a reverse dissolving piece of material. The cloth gained texture and color when it had covered him, changing into a black jacket with red trim on the folded down hood and sleeves, settled underneath the belt. The collar remained open so Bad's sweater still showed through, the gray complimenting the black.

The jacket was followed by soft black pants with similar red trim running down the sides, tucked into gray and black combat boots. On his arms, the hoodie sleeves reached slightly past his elbows, and tucked under them were gray fingerless arm sleeves with thicker armored padding on the knuckles.

A familiar weight appeared on Bad's back, and he withdrew the diamond sword from it's sheath, testing it's balance, even though he already knew it so well. He slid it back into it's sheath, and then withdrew several items from a chest that was off to the side, sliding them into his subspacial inventory.

Bad immediately sensed something. What, he couldn't tell. It was a negative presence, that he could be sure of. It felt similar to what he had been feeling an hour before he had come back from underground that day, and found his home destroyed and his friends dead. Bad exited the passageway, lifted the torch sconce, and gathered the objects from the ground, dissolving them into his subspace for safekeeping.

Keep going for Part 2!