ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

The Great Purge (SMP)

so uhh

reader has minor role in this one cause uhhhh

I know the og thing was 30 minutes, but that's lame, how about 30 days?

realistic Minecraft so if u die u respawn, but u keep scars from how u died

Words: 2005 (holy shit)

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Night had just fallen on the third day of the purge, as a group of two wandered around close to the church of Shmeg. "Are you sure this is safe, Knife?" Said the one with auburn hair. 

"Yes, Vengeful, I'm like, 83% sure this is safe." Said the one with hair that had been dyed partially blue.

"Only 83?"

Knife looked at her Canadian friend and squinted her eyes.

"Car Whore."

"Oh you little-" 

"Who you callin' little? You're like, 2 inches taller than me!"

"Yeah, I'm still taller!"

"Doesn't mean I cant kick your ass!"

"Stop whisper shouting, you're gonna get us caught!"

A twig breaking nearby stopped the two's arguing. They both looked over as they drew their weapons. They both looked at each other and nodded, slowly approaching the source of the noise, only to find somebody there, their foot stuck in a stump that had been cut to close to the ground, a large split down the middle. They appeared to be unarmed. Seeing the two approaching, they yelped and stumbled, only for their ankle to snag them forward again.

"P-please, I don't have any weapons, I'm just passing though..!" They stammered quietly. 

"Hey, we aren't gonna hurt you, do you need help?"

"Venge- What?! It could be a trick!" Knife stammered. "It's fine. Remember the motto?"

"If anything goes wrong, blame Bork?"

"Exactly, now, do you need help or not?"

"Yes! Yes, I do! Something was chasing me, I was running, I tripped and- and-" They were starting to freak out. "Hey, hey, chill, its alright, We'll get you outta here, don't worry. Venge, pass me your sword?" Knife asked holding out her hand. "What? Use your own!"

"Dude, I just got it cleaned, c'mon!"

"We don't have time for this, here."

"Thank you." She said, sliding it between the strangers foot and the inside of the stump, angled down.  "Alright, Venge, On 3, Pull up. Ready?" She asked the stranger. They nodded Wryly, Vengeful hooking their arms under the strangers. "1..2...3!" On 3, Knife pushed the sword back, using the flat end into the stump, it opening slightly more, Vengeful pulling the stranger out.

Only to hear a sickening 'Crack!', the stranger groaned as they both started apologizing. "Holy shit, I am so sorry, I didn't mean it I'm so sorry." Knife said as they held their ankle, seething in pain. "I-Its fine, can you get me help?" They asked. "Sure thing, uh-" Vengeful started, signaling them to continue.

"(Y/n)."

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As the group made it back to the tree line, Vengeful pushed a button that blended in with the trees, a small passage way opening on a large nearby rock. The group walked in, the opening closing as lanterns lit a hallway, the sound of music playing softly as they reached the actual base.

"...and there's a girl, in this harbor town, and she works, laying whiskey down..." The song got louder as they opened the door to the base. 

It was simple, a small crop farm next to a freshwater reserve, a smithing table by an anvil, a table with a few brewing stands, a room fenced off with several different farm animals, a corner that had an enchantment table surrounded by some bookshelves, in a final room were some double chests, and 3 beds a few feet away from each other, an armor stand in-between each one, 2 of which were empty.