Disconnected (SockSMP AU)

Baking

Meme and Blaza gathered the group back together.

"Quick, does anyone know how to bake?" Meme asked. Everyone slowly shook their heads.

"Nope," Nadwe said.

"Laff was planning on teaching me but... No," Woolfster said.

"Couldn't we just find a recipe? Break into Laff's house?" Oompa asked. Meme snapped his fingers.

"That's actually a good idea! Following instructions isn't hard!" Meme said.

"I'll go find a recipe and meet back here," Nadwe said.

"I could set up a kitchen in my base," Blaza offered.

"Okay so how about me and-"

"Who made Meme the leader?" Oompa asked. Meme opened his mouth to respond, but Oompa beat him to it, "I say that Blaza and I will set up the base, Woolf and Nadwe will get the recipe and Meme and Wictoria will get ingredients."

"How are we supposed to get ingredients for something we don't know?" Meme asked. Oompa shrugged.

"That seems like a you problem, not a me problem," Oompa said. Wictoria mooed something to Meme.

"Okay fine, we'll just find eggs and flour and stuff," Meme grumbled.

"Glad we got all that sorted out!" Oompa clapped, "now scatter, before L4FF finds us!"

"You," Woolf grumbled. If he could only prevent himself from being stuck with Nadwe ever again, that would be great. Maybe next time, he should take charge so he can pick the groups, not Oompa.

He hoped there wouldn't be a next time.

"Hi Woolfster," Nadwe smiled sarcastically. Woolf sighed.

"Hi Nadwe," Woolf said, exasperated.

"So I guess we're breaking into Laff's house together, so let's go," Nadwe said. The duo walked out in the rain, the weather perfectly reflecting their collective mood.

"Huh, I swore the church was here," Woolf muttered.

"I thought the church exploded a few days ago," Nadwe said. Woolf shook his head, despite the fact Nadwe was technically telling the truth, it just wasn't what he meant.

"Well it did but there was still a mess here. There's just grass now. C'mon, let's move on, this place is giving me the creeps," Woolfster said. Nadwe nodded and they kept walking.

Once they made it to Laff's house, Nadwe knocked on the door.

"I seriously don't think L4FF is in there, waiting for us," Woolf said. Nadwe shrugged.

"Well if he is, I wouldn't like to just walk in there. Plus L4FF's British, maybe if we knock he won't kill us and invite us for a cup of tea!" Nadwe said.

"I really don't want tea with him," Woolf said. Nadwe rolled his eyes and opened the door. Laff's house seemed much emptier and abandoned than any other time they went there. Chairs were left askew and two cold cups of tea were left on the table.

"These were..."

"Tbh, you can tell because this cup is cracked by his claws. Suffice to say he wasn't welcome here once he figured out Laff's secret," Woolf finished.

"...You never really told us how Tbh died. I mean it was obvious, Laff before he became... L4FF. But never why or how," Nadwe said. Woolf sighed.

"Truthfully, I don't know. His arm was ripped off when I found him, and he basically told me to... Me to run, and that it was Laff. I don't know what L4FF did to him," Woolf felt the tears in his eyes form and quickly wiped them off.