Muffin wanted to curl into a ball and cry. He hadn't been ready to die yet. There was so much more he should have been able to do in his life. His life that Laff had ended. Muffin let out a scream of anguish and sadness, falling back down onto the floor with a 'Thump!'. White tears that matched the rest of his monochrome colors started to stream down his face.
'This is my life now. Stuck in this place. I'll never see my friends again...' He continued to cry for a while, and his eyes would've grown red from rubbing at them if not for the sickly white, slightly see-through color of his skin, but eventually he was able to calm himself down a little bit. With a tear streaked face, Muffin stood and started walking.
|—o–O–o—|
Muffin'd been walking for who knows how long, and was ready to give up on his original plan of finding a way out of here.
'It's hopeless,' he thought. But then, somewhere in the distance, he saw something. A figure. 'Am I hallucinating?' Muffin squinted. No, there was definitely someone standing out there.
"Hello?" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth. The person didn't seem to hear him. "Hey, come over here!" he yelled, beginning to move towards them slowly until eventually he broke into a run. Soon enough the figure had become identifiable. He wasn't facing Muffin, but Muffin could see the fuzzy ears on top of his head, and a tail sticking out from the bottom of his usually two-tone hoodie, too.
"Woolf!" Muffin cried, tackling his friend with a hug that knocked both of them over. Woolf pushed back in a panicked manner, and yelped out for help... but no sound came out of his mouth. "Woolf?" Muffin said again, sitting back on his knees.
His furry friend was still registering the situation, blinking confusedly at Muffin, but after a moment he pulled Muffin back into a tight hug, claw tipped fingers digging in lightly with just how tight the hug truly was. They stayed like that for a long time. Then Woolf pulled back from Muffin to look at him. He said something, but it was inaudible.
"What?" Muffin asked. Woolf tilted his head, ears pulling back and looking just as confused. He tried again. Still, no sound. "Did you get server muted?" Muffin questioned, half as a joke, half in fear. He gave a nervous laugh, expression turning unsure. Woolf tensed. He didn't seem to be able to hear Muffin either.
Muffin wanted to cry, out of sadness from not being able to communicate with his friend, but joy from seeing Woolf again. Woolf, clearly noticing the expression on Muffin's face, hugged him once more. 'It doesn't matter,' Muffin decided. 'It'll be fine, as long as we're together.'
(/==^o^==\)
A man wearing a hoodie walked through a forest, the moon shining overhead. A calico cat followed him closely. "Come here, Patches," the guy whispered. He was unidentifiable, but his voice was familiar.
|—o–O–o—|
The same person now stood watching two people argue. He hadn't revealed himself to them, and was hidden behind some debris of the forest. He pulled 'Patches' closer to him, out of fear from what the people were saying, and whispered quietly into the cat's ear. "It's okay, lil' guy. Don't worry, it'll be okay." The person quickly left the scene.
|—o–O–o—|
The man now stood a good ways away from what looked like a prison. "Come on. It's for the best," someone said to him. The guy nodded, picked up his cat, and walked off with the other person, continuously glancing back at the structure with pity.
|—o–O–o—|
"Hey, don't worry about it! It wasn't your fault." That was clearly Socks' voice.
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Magic and Military (A SockSMP Continuation AU)
FanfictionSocksfor1 had been setting up a wedding for his friend MemeGod, who had proposed to Wiktoria, a cow. However, things go horribly wrong, and he is thrown in prison, being blamed for Wiktoria's death since security didn't show up (Socks was in charge...
