QSMP Oneshots

Purgatory. // Bolas Team

Warnings: Spoilers for the Purgatory 1 arc, brief mentions of murder, heavy topics (self sabotage, self harm, death)

Just a little something i should have gotten out earlier frowny face

Strange pacing but sort of fast

Wordcount: 689

Point of View: 3rd
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Charlie, Cellbit, Baghera, Phil, Foolish, and Jaiden would never recover from purgatory. Having to go through days of hell, allowing their friends to murder them for their own gain, being stolen from, lied to, hunted down, tortured and beaten to death was going to traumatize them for the rest of their natural lives.

Charlie has gotten the worst of it all. Feeling like he cant catch a breath without having to run ebcasue he heard something move behind him, his heart racing every time he sees or hears a mention of BadBoyHalo, getting nervous and sweaty when someone mentions explosives, getting tunnel vision when he sees someone from the previously opposing side. He would never be the same. No matter how much he tries or how much therapy he goes through, nothing will be the same. Today was no different. He'd been farming for food for himself and 'Juanaflippa,' when he heard the warbles and sounds of the waystone. When he turned, he took out his knife and readied it for someone of the previously opposing teams, and instead saw Cellbit.

Cellbit hadn't been taking it too harsh. At least..to the outside. Inside, he's been having frequent panic attacks. Having a fear of sharp items, taking shelter when he hears thunder, lightning, rain or even crackling wood from a fire. Roier had to do all the furnace work because he noticed the fear in his husbands eyes when he moved toward it.

Roier had been giving therapy to all of them. Seeing each of them every week, following up with the things they needed to talk about. Baghera was an interesting story because instead of fear, she found herself rushing into danger. This was the same with Jaiden, except Jaiden tried to kill herself more than she tried to stop it. That was the difference between the two women. Baghera wanted the thrill and adrenaline rush she used to get when she was running from mobs. Jaiden wanted to hurt herself more than anything. Everyone treated the group like they would break, and Jaiden hated it. She wanted to be able to spar with people and not have to tell them to stop going easy on her.

Foolish was alone most of the time. His hearing in one ear being lost from earthquakes and the nuclear missile that launched. Along with the several meteors. He didnt like socializing and found it hard to even talk to his child some days. He wanted to get his mind off of it as much as he could before it all eventually came flooding back to him.

Phil was trying to stay strong, for himself, for Chayanne and for Tallulah. He'll never admit the pain and agonizing fear he got constantly. The anxiety of having to protect those around him kept him up at night. He'd stay guard in front of their doors, he'd installed cameras around his property, had hidden chests full of weapons. Y'know, the usual stuff.

The group kept their masks and regularly checked in with each other, making jokes and occasionally sparring with sticks or sometimes weapons. Charlie noticed that these actuons were taking a toll on his physical form. His goo became less solid and more liquid. Likely from the scorching heat that sometimes occurred during purgatory. He'd tried everything to fix it but nothing worked. Every time they sparred, more and more slime would slip out of him and end up soaking back imto the dirt. Instead of slime regenerating, it was replaced by code. This worried Cellbit and Phil but they couldnt fix much.

The group of adults found themselves lost. Their personalities changed, lives warped and relationships corrupted. They couldnt go back to their old lives. Their friends turned on them. Their friends killed them to gain their own power. They couldnt trust anyone but themselves. They were, after all, Team Bolas.
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