The war waged as soon as the sun had risen, blood spilled and all they could hear through the crowd were the clangs of metal meeting and their screams, whether in agony, in victory or in fear, they didn't even know anymore. All they could think of is following the plan made before sundown and winning this fight for everyone's freedom.
But while weapons clashed and perspiration builds up with the tension and desperation to win, the warriors from Cogchamp never forgot the instructions their leaders had shared during breakfast.
They were to occupy the attention of mobs so that the red monster can smoothly deliver his friends to the castle doors and to minimize the job George and Tubbo are tasked with.
"Make way!" George shouted as obsidian swords shot out and explosions shook the land.
Karl clutched the remaining clothing around the raging monster, the ride rocky and rough, he rates it a one if the man would ever ask him later.
His stomach churned as anxiety filled his system, the sight of gore and guts splattering and heads rolling on the ground never failed to make him hurl, even back then. It was the part of the story where everything lies in their hands, the two-way roads and they're judging the path whether what road is better to go through.
Like the plan, the party crasher group heads in first carried by Mumbo for faster transportation with George, Sam and Tubbo supporting them from behind.
Unlike the travelling 'vehicle' to the castle, the plan was going smoothly, almost scary. Thunder rumbled and struck multiple times in areas far from them, mostly coming from Wilbur and Eret's ultimate skill. The wind was harsh and stung their cheeks as the monster rushed them to the castle doors, the dark sky signalling the start of a heavy pour.
Iskall's mortars boomed and showered arrows and explosives around them, accurately pinning down any troll threatening their safe travel to the front. They were to aid them in the battlefield while the others kept an eye on the army as much as they could.
"How near are we?" Tubbo asked as his fist struck the ground open, making the approaching scorpions fall to their demise before continuing to surf with a solid rock board.
Sam took it upon himself to check as his explosions aided him to rise from the ground, squinting at the far distance where deep in the chaos was the wide-open gate of the castle.
"Nearly there! Keep on movin—"
It happened so quickly, a blur of brown passing through them all, a huge chunk of dirt getting hauled at them from someone in the crowd and pushing off Sam from the sky. They all screamed his name as he disappeared into the raging battles behind them, Karl's breath trembled as he stared at the area the block landed on with Sam nowhere in sight.
Did he die?
"Sam!" He called out again as Phil made a move to use the crows to peck off the dirt but the monster shook beneath them.
The ground-shaking screech of the red skinned hulk reeled their attention back to see an axe lodged into his huge hand that pinned him down. An electric current lashing out on the wooden handle, the clear steel blue metal reflecting the shining rays of the sun while Mumbo's health took a hit with every beat.
They gotta do something quick, Mumbo doesn't have the three lives rule applied to him.
Tubbo then felt the tight grip that locked his feet on the ground, he stomped on the skeletal hands that grabbed his shoes. He surveyed his area in a panic only to see in the distance, long pink hair and red cape, flowing in the wind crimson and purple painting his skin as he approached them with a red aura encompassing his whole figure.
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Karl Jacobs x Reader
FanfictionTo many people, content creators have been a massive part of their life. They taught you, brought you happiness and became the light that would glow brightly in your darkest days. Now, what if they started disappearing out of nowhere? *Main story co...
