Acts of Redemption

Pain

Purple was a good fighter, really he was.

At least, that's what he liked to tell himself...

But when someone decks you across the room out of nowhere, it doesn't look very good for your case.

Or your ego for that matter.

Yellow hit a punch direct to his jaw and even after Purple had fallen to the floor, he lunged himself at him with homicide in his eyes.

The two stickfigures broke into a fist fight, and Yellow was not in the mood for losing.

Powerful punches and kicks as if he didn't have a nail stuck to his body.

─ It's all your fault!! ─ Yellow yelled before a punch, Purple manage to duck.

─ I only did what I had to! King told me to do it!

─ For three whole days! I've starve inside a cramped, dark prison cell..─ He tackled Purple to the floor, punching his jaw until his fists bled. ─ Because. Of.  Your. Fucking. Greed!!

The purple stickfigure was pinned to the floor, taking hit after hit but he managed to jab his fingers on Yellow's open wound which made him shriek and recoiled in pain, that gave the opportunity for his opponent to crawl away from him.

Yellow was panting,  holding his side before falling to his knees.

─ I'm sorry OK? ─ Purple yelled from the other corner. ─ I know what I did was wrong OK?  And I'm sorry! I... He made me do it.

─ Stop playing the fucking victim!! The King told you to do it, but you were the one who did it! You got blood on your hands just as much as that fucking asshole!

─You have no idea how strong he is! You have no idea what he is capable of! I had to do what he told me to do!

Yellow pulled himself together again, slowly approaching his opponent with a glare that would put serial killers to shame. ─ I should be the one you fear right now. Because I am this close to popping your head open like a fucking grape!

With his hands in front of his body, Purple backed away even more. ─ Yellow, please, I know you're angry but please...

That was not enough to stop the other stickfigure, Yellow put his hand tightly around the other's throat, squeezing enough for him to gasp for air. ─ Tell me, Purple, are you at peace with your God? Because you're going to meet him in person very soon!

Purple gasped, tears threatening to spill. ─ Please... I...I'm begging..

─ Why shouldn't I kill you right here? Huh? Give me one good reason.

─ I... I can help you get your friends back... I go in and out...of...of the towers...no one stops me... ─ Purple closed his eyes, his lungs aching.

But when he could already feel himself blacking out, Yellow let go of him. He fell to his knees gasping and coughing for air.

─ You better not make me regret  this. ─ The yellow stickfigure snarled. ─ You will help me get my friends back, and you better hope they are OK.

Then he walked away from his opponent as if he didn't just beat the living crap out of him.

It took a few minutes for Purple to collect the shards of his ego from the floor and tiredly shuffle his way back to where Yellow had left his stuff.

Yellow had made a small campfire and was cooking some chicken while examining his wound.
Awkwardly, the purple stickfigure sat down opposite from Yellow, looking at the fire.

─ How did you get the stuff to make a campfire?

He received a frown from Yellow.
─ I always have everything in my bag... You never know when you will need a campfire...

─ I'm sorry for poking your nail... That was all I could think of to get you off of me.

A small grunt came from Yellow, which made Purple look up again at the other  stickfigure. Yellow was, once again, trying to pull the nail out with his dagger.

─ I don't think you're going to pull it out with that big dagger... You need something smaller...

─ Shut up...

"Then die of tetanus..." Purple thought, shaking his head to get rid of that thought.

─ I can try taking it out... If you promise not to bite me...

Yellow stared at his face.

The King sat in his throne, tapping his fingers on his own thigh with eyes fixed on the door. It's been a few hours since Purple went looking for Yellow, and now the brutes couldn't find neither of them.

The frustration of it made the King more and more angry and impatient.

─ Piglins! ─ He barked, three brutes marched inside, looking at him and waiting for orders. ─ Prepare the portal for me. I'm going to the overworld.

The three creatures nodded, rushing out to the back of the castle to lit up the portal.

The King sighed, getting up from his throne and walking to the portal a few minutes later, passing by a dozen scared piglins.

He had to duck to fit in the portal, something that was basically muscle memory for him. The cons of being tall.

And when the purple particles dissipated, he found himself in Alan's PC.

─ If Second Coming won't follow my commands, I will find someone who will. ─ He mumbled to himself, pointing his staff to the WiFi icon.

Red was right, Purple thought, Yellow only pretended to be tough.
Of course, he could beat him to a pulp if he wanted to, he got that. But there was something quite endearing about the quiet whimpers from the Yellow stickfigure while he had his fingers in his wound. 

God, that was a morbid thought.

Purple was doing his best, slowly pulling the nail out of Yellow who just couldn't stop wiggling in the floor like a agonizing piss colored worm.

─I'm almost there... ─ Purple used a more soft tone, he wasn't sure why, to calm Yellow down? To reassure him it was almost over? Who knows. 

Yellow gasped when a faint clink was heard and the bloody nail rolled away from them and Purple rushed to cover the wound with a rag he got by ripping a shirt apart, thanks yellow bag.

The wounded stickfigure took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his heartbeat before sitting back up. ─ Fuck...

─ Youre welcome. ─ Purple mumbled, but only received a glared from Yellow.

─ Sorry, am I expected to thank you for fixing something that was your fault to begin with?

Purple just gave him a frustrated groan before sitting far away from him again, crossing his arms. Yellow just grabbed his cooked chicken, eating with his bare hands like a animal.

─ You have a campfire set in your bag but you couldn't be bothered to pack silverware?

─ That's why hands exist, is like nature created silverware. ─ Yellow shrugged, mouth full.

─ Sorry for judging then... ─ Yellow gave him the middle finger, before finishing his meal.

─ Don't make me kick your ass again...

For about a hour, Purple didn't speak, watching the fire crackling in front of him. Hypnotized by the dancing flames.

Why was he helping Yellow? His King will kill him when he goes back...

Does he want to go back? Yes. Of course he does! He lives to serve his King, nothing more...

Right?...

His thoughts were interrupted by the quiet snore coming from the other side of the campfire, how long did he blank again? Yellow had his head against his bag while fast asleep. All that fighting and bleeding was probably very exhausting.

─ Night Yellow... ─ Purple mumbled before laying down on the rough cave floor.