PhoenixSMP: Followers of The Nameless

-Chapter 2-

I don't know how long we stood there, how long I cried for. He never let go of my hand, never stopped whispering soft, comforting words. When my eyes had dried, he still didn't let go.

"I'm sorry," Bob said, avoiding eye-contact. "You weren't ready for that."

I was at a loss for words. He wouldn't look at me and I couldn't stop looking at him. Is it weird that I thought he was being kind of cute? Yeah, it was definitely weird, now really wasn't the time for that. I searched for any sort of normal-sounding response.

"It's okay," He still didn't look at me. "I'm okay."

I started to reach out to touch his face but his hand jerked up and grabbed my wrist before I made contact. His grip was tight, almost to the point it hurt. He still didn't turn towards me but I could see his face now, his eyes... Wait, why did he look so angry? I followed his sharp gaze to a person standing on the edge of town.

"No, no. Don't mind me. Keep going," the person said, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh.

How did I not notice him? How long had he been there? I felt my face warm. How much did he see? I looked down to hide the red tint that spread on my cheeks. Bob still held my wrist, pinned in the air.

"Let me go," I said softly.

It was only then that Bob turned toward me, his eyes still like daggers. He saw me trying to make myself smaller, and my limp arm in his ever tightening grasp. He yanked his hands away as if I burned to touch and took a step away. I cradled my wrist to my chest and stared at the ground. Refusing to look at him, at either of them.

"Awe, what's all the fuss about? You two were so close a minute ago," the stranger complained, almost whined. "Pretend I'm not even here. Carry on."

I looked up at Bob. His eyes had turned cold and his face, his stance carried an air of boredom. He had removed himself from the situation, decided to act like he didn't care. Like he didn't care about me. I wanted to sleep again.

"And who are you to have caught his attention?" the stranger sounded much closer now.

I looked up to see him standing right in front of me. Startled, I took a step back. Moving took so much energy, so much effort. My eyes felt heavy. I want to sleep.

-Bob's POV-

Fucking Static, of course he was here. I stared him down in hopes that he would go away before they noticed. But, I guess that would be out of character. I saw him snickering and considered killing him where he stood. It was then, on the edge of my vision, I saw their hand slowly reach for me. There's no way he would let me live this down. Regretfully, I stopped them before they could touch me. Static was just standing there smirking. I'm so glad you're enjoying the show, asshat.

"No, no. Don't mind me. Keep going," the laughter in his voice made me grit my teeth.

"Let me go." they said it so softly.

I felt worry well up in my chest and I turned toward them. I was still holding their arm. Too tightly. I quickly let go and stepped away. Did I hurt them? I watched as they clutched their wrist to their chest and my heart sunk. I hurt them.

"Awe, what's all the fuss about? You two were so close a minute ago," the still-smirking bastard whined patronizingly. "Pretend I'm not even here. Carry on."

I was going to kill him. I was going to tear him apart and then piece him back together just so I could do it again. Relax, don't make them see that. Relax. I forced myself to loosen the stiffness, the anger, in my body. I'll just kill him later. I watched as he walked towards them and I waited.

"And who are you to have caught his attention?" This would be a good time to kill him, his attention was elsewhere.

They staggered backward, swaying on their feet. My chest tightened, something was wrong. Their eyelids fluttered and they looked dazed, exhausted. Static extended a hand and lightly pushed their shoulder, sending them careening into the ground. They laid there, still.

-Unknown POV-

"Huh," was Static's only reaction. Then he whirled towards Bob, losing interest in the person lying on the ground as if they were a broken toy. "Why do you like the weird ones? You know, I think I should teach you how to get bitches."

"You are in a relationship with a man."

"Shut the fuck up. But, If I maybe wanted to ask him to marry me do you think he would say yes?" Bob was too busy inspecting the person on the ground to reply. Or maybe he just wasn't listening. Either way, he was doing much better at caring for the child than I thought he would. He was the only one close enough so I guided him a little, how else was anyone going to find them?

I watched as Bob, ever so gently, tended to the nameless person. Checking for breathing, a pulse, and injuries. When he seemed satisfied, he lifted them from the ground and slowly walked back towards the town. Static trailed behind, still obliviously rambling about his boyfriend troubles.

"You see, I think he'd say yes. I mean, he's lucky to have me and he should know that by now. But he makes me nervous and I don't get nervous. Ever." Bob continued tuning him out and watching the sleeping figure in his arms.

Static, however, didn't take the hint, or didn't care. He continued to rant, to no one in particular, and I am amazed at how Bob deals with this regularly. Just sort it out yourself before I turn you into a Cod fish.

"Ah whatever, I'll just ask him." Then Static, finally, walked away, leaving them alone.

But this place was not suited for the child. Bob could do with a little more guidance. Perhaps a certain baker could assist in making the child comfortable in this world, I'll have to pay him a visit.

-Their POV-

I was floating. Once again, in the void from whence I came, I stared into the abyss. I should have known it was never real, It was just too good to be true. But, I never dreamed in the void. Not once. It was then that the darkness surged in, snuffing out and suffocating all signs of life. A piercing echo rose up all around me as I screamed.