I have had no inspiration to write recently, so take this fic I made a while back. This is the first non-hermitcraft fic I wrote, and I'm extremely self-conscious about it. I really need a name for it, please give me ideas my braincell decided to not be creative today. Oh and the ending is crack for reasons.
Oh and also, I wrote this before I realized George coded the manhunts. And Skeppy is cursed and slowly turning into diamonds and Bad is a wither hybrid.
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Tws:
lab stuff
descriptions of wounds
uhhhh referenced torture
a lot of bad stuff just tread lightly
also my old, terrible, uneducated writing
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He winced slightly as Bad wrapped new bandages around his upper arm, the old ones laying in a heap besides him. Late afternoon sun beamed down through a small gap in the canopy of leaves, lighting up the area with its golden rays. They had set up camp here for the night, and they were now sitting on the ground in the middle of the small clearing. Suddenly, he saw Bad tilt his head slightly, looking off into the trees.
"Wha-"
"Shh." Bad cut him off, turning back to the forest. "Listen."
He looked questioningly at his friend, but didn't say anything. He didn't hear anything.
Wait...
He didn't hear anything.
He was in a forest, where the sounds of birds chirping and animals scurrying about filled the air. Now, the only sounds were the quiet rustling of leaves overhead.
He stood up slowly and pulled out his sword, Bad following suit.
Then, the silence was broken.
Gunshots rang through the air as military officers burst through the trees on all sides and a battle broke out.
He felt Bad press his back against his, hearing wither skulls being fired from behind him.
The battle raged on. Bad and he had defeated more soldiers than he could count, but they kept coming. Slowly but surely, they were losing.
"Skeppy, you have to run."
He turned to Bad, locking eyes with his hybrid friend. Bad's eyes were sad, yet determined.
"What? I can't leave you!"
He heard a large blast, turning around to see a break in the onslaught of soldiers.
"Run, you muffinhead!" Bad yelled at him.
Bad met his gaze, his eyes pleading.
His eyes were full of tears as he hesitantly ran off into the woods. He kept running, dodging attacks of soldiers until he was about a hundred feet from the battlefield.
He stopped at a large spruce, digging his hands into it and hoisting himself up. Without missing a beat, he raised his legs up and dug his knees shoes into the rough bark. Raising his arms again and grabbing higher up, he continued this process until he sat on a high-up branch.
From there he had a good view of the battlefield, and could see his friend continuing to fight.
His heart wrenched as he saw how outnumbered the other hybrid was. He was surrounded on all sides, spinning in circles and trying to keep them back.
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