Bloody, pulsating vines held themselves as different, hardened versions of the vine-covered portals and went into the bedrock of the top and bottom of the nether. Skeppy held his axe close to him as he walked across the blood-covered, grey netherrack ground.
The crimson forests were drained of their color and the netherack nearby was grey and dead. The warped forests were red and bleeding.
"Bad... What have you done...?" Skeppy looked out into the lava and at the grey netherack and sat down. Watching.
A piglin ran around on another netherack island as vines attacked it, tearing it apart as its disoriented grunts and yelps echoed back to where Skeppy sat. Its blood turned white and its organs and bag were taken, leaving a disembodied carcass for the animals who were lucky not to get killed to feast on.
Skeppy looked out and spotted a portal covered in the bloody red material. Placing a purple wool block where he was to mark it, he turned back and ran into the hold where his portal was, covering it in netherack before running into it.
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Blood Vines | (Skephalo)
FanfictionBlood and ice, water and vines, across the world, in the same place he nearly died. Deep in the ocean, deep in the ground, vines, slime, brownish red, all year-round. "Together til death do part," he says and weeps, "Where's the real Bad? The real o...
