A few months after Btools recovered, Scripter had heard about an easy way to get money, by fighting people. Seemed easy enough, they'd just respawn after they die. And of course, they have gears; why not fight with them?
"Scripter, are you sure about this? We can still get hurt, y'know."
Btools asked, actually being the smart one and pointing out potential dangers for once."I'm sure it'll be fine. There's a new healer in town, we can just visit him if we need to."
Scripter replied, grabbing his laptop and starting to walk out.Btools sighed, grabbing their buildingtools(or toolbox or whatever) and following Scripter out. They went on the bus this time, since the train always had really weird people on it.
It felt like forever until they finally stopped at the spawn tower, looking around for a second and finding the person they were looking for: Zuka. They hardly spotted him due to his boring colors that gave him the wonderful ability to blend in easily if you don't pay attention to the one arm."Hey kid- well, err, kids, wanna head out to battle?"
He spoke, looking down at the duo while leaning against a door of his dusty black truck."Yea."
Scripter replies before Btools can even open their mouth."Alright, hop in."
The old man who looks like he could flop over and die any second says, gesturing to the back of the truck with his one arm before climbing into the driver's seat.Btools just makes a platform and hops up it, climbing in that way. Scripter gets in the normal way, because he's (sorta) boring just like Mister B. Zuka.
Once they arrived, Btools was immediately regretting the choice to come with Scripter, there were lots of people there in the lobby; 10 including them. A few caught their eye, one with grenades as their gear and curled ram horns, another with a weird spring thing(gravity coil) around their arm bouncing all over the place with long coiled horns, one with a generic claymore; nothing special, and one with a BADASS RED SPIDER SWORD WEARING TONS OF ARMOR AND OTHER COOL STUFF?!!! Btools wanted to be him SO bad. But, 'cool spider sword guy' as Btools had labeled him in their mind looked very menacing and unapproachable, so they just stuck by their brother. Scripter noticed Btools staring at their newfound idol.
"That's Fang, he's a trickster. I wouldn't reccomend talking to him, he might pull some random prank on you or trick you or something."
Scripter said to his younger sibling, patting them on the back."I wanna go say hi."
Btools said, turning to face Scripter."I mean, if you really want to, go ahead. I won't stop you."
He replied, nudging Btools forward.
Btools staggered when they were nudged, but eventually trot up to Fang who had noticed them approaching right as Scripter shoved them forward.Btools looked up at him, trying not to stutter when they spoke.
"Uh, hi."
They tried to start a conversation, waving a bit."Who're you, little fella?"
Fang asked, crouching down to get at Btools' level, sorta setting his sword down on his knees."I'm Buildingtools, Btools for short."
They said, a little more confident."Cool, cool. I'm Fang; but I'm sure your brother over there's already told you."
He said, standing up again.
"You seem new to this, if you want, I can mentor you."Btools immediately wanted to say 'yes!' but managed to suppress it and actually put thought into what they say.
"I'll have to ask my brother first."
They smile awkwardly, waving and fast-walking to their brother's side."He asked me to be his apprentice?"
Btools says right as they get to their brother."Probably one of his tri-"
Scripter was cut off as they all got transported to a map, said map was dodgeball. Scripter and Btools were on opposite teams; Btools on blue and Scripter on red. The other four on Btools' team were Claymore, Fang, someone who Btools guessed was named Healing potion or Potion or something like that, and Coil.Btools didn't know how to fight exactly, so they mainly just supported their team by building platforms or pillars and stunning other phighters by literally throwing bricks at them. Their gaze adverted to what looked like a literal cloud of binary code floating it's way over to one of their teammates; Claymore. She immediately started fighting everyone on her own team, excluding Btools. Btools just built a little box around her and waited for her to snap out of it. They started getting hit by some paintballs, losing HP since their shield was already gone and they haven't had the chance to gain it again, dying due to being unable to get to cover in enough time. This continued on for a little while, dying plenty of times, though everyone was dying numerous times. Fang was recklessly springing into battle, Potion seemed to be getting exhausted from brewing healing potions every 5 seconds, and Claymore just quit, she wasn't even doing anything, Coil was doing relatively well, getting the most kills on the team behind Fang, who surprisingly started not being a goofball and fighting people instead of trying to trick them. Phighters on their team kept getting mind controlled every now and then, but it was pretty easy to deal with since all they needed to do was wait for them to stop being rabid; but it did stop that phighter from being a benefit. Fang sent a swarm of spiders after Grenade, who was definitely not expecting a coalescipede to come after them. Btools used their ultimate, making tons of pillars erupt from the ground underneath everyone nearby on the enemy team, flinging them about. This however caused one of Grenade's grenades to land right at their feet, instantly killing them. At the one minute left timer, hell broke out, everyone was dying, everyone was killing each other, Btools tried their absolute best to help out during this amount of chaos but ended up dying a ton. Their team ultimately lost, and everyone was surprisingly kind about it.
(im so sorry if the writing is lazy it's like 1am)
also here's fang
(the shadow on his head comes out of nowhere idk)
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Randomthis is the entirety of scripter and btools' traumatic childhood, for a follower(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOU BETTER READ THIS) why not make it? please don't ship them, they're siblings