|| Inspired by Germ_KID's amazing fic.
"Walking on a cloud" is an expression that means feeling very happy. Compare with "on cloud 9" which means elated.
One may tell you, "ignorance is bliss"
Although an eye open to the truth, is a blessing, so...
Not much to say except I'm back. As you've probably read.
WAIT
this chapter will probably traumatize all of you. You've probably seen the pictures, and just letting you know, it was not supposed to happen, trust me when I say, it wasn't. I was just in a silly goofy mood. 🤪
So I apologize in advance
Enjoy what you can
Also, alot of this chapter was written months ago, so the majority will be badly written.
Song: No surprises by Radiohead ●●●
PUFFY POV:
A loud ringing in the ears.
Everything was calm. Everything was okay.
She was tired, sleepy. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but it didn't matter. She was content with just laying here.
Opening her eyes, Puffy stared at the view before her, well, more like the mush of colors.
Everything around her was blurred into each other, unfocused eyes peered out into the void, unseeing.
A slight smile crept up Puffys lips, it was oddly calming. The muffled, far away sounds, the blurred scene. She felt at peace. And she began closing her eyes, the sleepiness catching up with her.
And she almost didn't notice the scream that sounded behind her.
Puffys eye shot wide in surprise, coming to her senses. She sat up in panic, but immediately regretted it as her head began to pound, her entire body ached in protest.
The sheep hybrid began rapidly blinking her eyes, trying to gain focus of the world around her. And boy, was it a shit show.
Everything was in ruins, chunks of buildings lay everywhere ontop of the cracked ground, dust obscuring her line of vision as it just floated in the air.
But, Puffy couldn't really say much, as she didn't look much better herself. Her once smooth and well brushed curly hair, now frizzy and poofing up. Her clothes all battered and torn. One of her horns had broken in half . 'That'll take a while to grow back...' and she of course, had numerous cuts and bruises and other types of wounds.
Frantically looking around, she spotted Sam, under a thin slab of wood, unconscious. In a similar state as Puffy.
Hauling herself up, the sheep hybrid dragged herself towards the creeper hybrid to help him up.
"H-hey! Wake...up! Cmon dude, your not dead!" Puffy grunted as she lifted the wood off of Sam with her bloody and blistered hands.
Blinking his eyes open, Sam looked up at Puffy confused, still half asleep. "H-huh..? What.....happen..?"
Crawling from under the slab when there was enough room, Sam sat down, trying to get his bearings.
Sam: "Puffy, what...where is everyone?"
But before She could reply, a blood curdling scream sounded from behind them.
It sounded like Technoblade.
Whipping her head around, she spotted pink hair in the near distance. Grabbing her creeper friend, she bolted towards the Piglin hybrid to see what the commotion was about. But
Nothing could have prepared the two for what they were about to see.
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