Free The End

20 [Cover Me In Debris]

A6d bit his lip.

It felt like things between him and Skeppy were reaching a boiling point, but there wasn't any way to let off steam.
Maybe I should leave. Go off onmy own to mine diamonds or something and try and find them in a few days.

They were entering the first big cave entrance they come across. He was jumping down behind Skeppy and Bad. Bad would be mad at me. He might actually just drag Skeppy around looking for me. I could tell him. But I don't think he would ever agree to splitting up.

"Hold on let me make torches," Bad stopped to open his inventory and A6d passed him.

"I still have four from the house," Skeppy held up one, but Bad couldn't hear since he was crafting.
Skeppy sighed. He walked a couple more paces into the cave and put a torch on the wall.
But the wall was gravel, and the gravel fell. And the sand fell behind it.

A6d barely had enough time to raise his head before he started suffocating.

He couldn't see or hear, but he tried not to panic as his health plummeted fast. He didn't have a shovel. It started getting in his mouth and lungs.

Hands pulled him to the side and he coughed as he was dragged out of the gravel across the ground away from it.

Then Skeppy let go of him and ran at the gravel wall, punching at it. "BAD!! BAD!!!! BAD SAY SOMETHING!!!! BAD!!!!!!"

A6d stood, coughing. He pulled Skeppy's arm backwards. "Stop.. stop."

"NO!!" Skeppy struggled against him. "NO LET GO OF ME!! I HAVE TO MAKE SURE HES OKAY!!!"

"BE QUIET!" A6d let go. "I can hear him!!"

Skeppy went silent and ran back to listen. Bad's name tag was far away and faint. His muffled voice was coming through from the other side. He was shouting. A6d couldn't make out the words.

Skeppy craned his neck and searched frantically for an opening. "BAD!!"

Bad voice got more excited, so he probably heard Skeppy's voice.

"BAD!!! ARE YOU OKAY?!!! IM HERE- I'LL GET TO YOU!!" He started digging with his hands again. "BAD!!"

A6d rolled his eyes. He opened his inventory to make a crafting table and a shovel.
After the relief of being alive, and Bad being not-buried, he could stand to be a little more efficient than Skeppy's desperate hand digging.
No.
His eyes trailed over his inventory. He didn't have wood.
FUCK.

He closed his inventory quickly and told Skeppy to shut up again.

Skeppy glared at him. "WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING!??"

"BECAUSE I WAS GETTING A SHOVEL BUT SHUT UP I'M TRYING TO LISTEN!"
Bad was still yelling from the other side.

"You have a shovel!? Give it to me!" Skeppy demanded.c

"NO I don't have enough wood but SHUT UP SO I CAN HEAR BAD!!"

Skeppy glared at him but fell silent and climbed to the middle of the gravel wall, he pressed himself against it to listen.

Now that he was being quiet A6d could finally think.
Bad was yelling, and he could almost make it out.
"Geppy.... 6d...ith you?"

"YEAH I'M HERE BAD!!!" A6d yelled into the gravel.

He heard faint cheering noises.

Skeppy came out of his inventory. "I don't have any wood."

A6d sighed.