Hermitcraft/ Empires/ Life Series One-Shots

Panic

A/N- not sure how I feel about about this yk?
W/C-
-Martyn
-Secret Life
- is this fluff and angst? Or just angst?
-enjoy lol
It hit him again. The scream. The pain. Like a dog dying. It's all he could hear.

They'd done so well. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this. Finally he had made an alliance he had no plan on betraying- they were the Big Dogs after all.

But no, the Watchers had to have their little canary die- even if it was slightly late.

"JIMMY GET AWAY!" He screamed, trying to reach his fellow Big Dog. He had never run faster, his feet hit the floor fast and hard. His ears were ringing from the explosions around him but he pressed on.

"Why won't he move faster! Jimmy is gonna die!!!" He thought to himself. They'd already lost Lizzie and even though that was sad, it was a sign that Jimmy had broken the curse. He couldn't have gone through all of this to die now... could he?

He raced towards him, watching as Jimmy yelled out in surprise as the wither set off an explosion behind him.

"NO!" Jimmy cried, vaulting over a cobblestone wall. He had to be low, he knew it. He pressed on, trying to catch up to him but something got there before he did.

The warden appeared from his friends right and he saw it too late. There was nothing either of them could do. Jimmy finally spotted him and time seemed to freeze for a moment. Though Jimmy stopped running, his fellow big dog still tried to make it to him.

Looking up into Jimmy's eyes he saw an expression- sadness and realisation. He seemed to have made peace with the fact that 2 of the most deadly mobs were running right at him and knew what was about to occur.

"JIMMY NO!" He screamed out, desperately trying to reach him. And just as he reached the cobbled walls Jimmy had jumped over it happened. A sonic boom, a loud bang and... and the scream.

It was a scream he had never heard before. It sounded heart breaking. He fell to the floor and sobbed. Jimmy. Was. Gone.

Martyn bolted upright in his bed, covered head to toe in sweat his eyes darted around the somewhat bright room in an attempt to focus on anything he possibly could. His ears were ringing and he could barely hear the voice talking to him.

Wait someone is talking. He could feel his heart pounding. The figure in front of him bent down to his level. Martyn could make out a clock on his belt and that he was kinda short.

Maybe the figure said something like "Jimmy's alive and yesterday was just a bad dream!" But he wouldn't know. He could only hear muffledness as his panic doubled.

All he could think of was the scream. And all of a sudden he was back to where he collapsed where Jimmy died. The Wither basically on top on him. A shot front it hit his shoulder and he screamed, sobbing and pulling out his sword. Martyn slashed it viciously infront of him.

"YOU KILLED JIMMY! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU MONSTER!!!" He was definitely hyperventilating, possibly extremely low on hearts but he was too panicked to check. The world was blurry and chaotic.

He fell back to the ground and when he looked up he was back in his house, on the floor. Confusion struck him followed quickly by the realisation that he couldn't breathe. He gasped for air, the world spun and black dots appeared.

He had failed Jimmy. He had failed himself. This is why he's a lone wolf. It means that he does the hurting and can leave at any minute. Every group he's fully loyal to has always fallen apart- evidence that it is his fault.

Martyn's thoughts spiralled and he felt worse and worse until he felt arms around him. Was it Jimmy? No it couldn't be. Jimmy was dead because he didn't keep him safe and plus this person had orange hair. Whoever it was was saying something Martyn couldn't process.

They pulled him close, letting him sob and slowly his ears cleared anough to hear what the figure was saying.

"Breathe Martyn. Deep breathes." Jee thanks mysterious person. He couldn't breathe and they wanted him to? That's sorta impossible.

"In," the said and Martyn could feel them take a deep breath and attempted to copy. Though his attempt had about 2 extra breaths when he was just meant to breathe in it was an improvement. "Out."

This system continued until Martyn was able to speak. "I- Jimmy.. my fault.." he gasped out, clutching whoever it was. He glanced up slightly, surprised to find none other than his past soulmate.

"No Martyn, love. It was not your fault okay?" She hushed, rubbing his back gently. Somehow in the midst of his panic Cleo had managed to get him onto his bed.

His eyes were much less blurry so he glanced around Backster to see a massive mess. Chests were seemingly flung open, his sword was on the ground across the room and the sheets on the bed were splayed out on the floor. When did that happen?

"But I-" he started.

"Sh. No. You do not ruin every group you join. Jimmy's death wasn't your fault okay? He made his own decisions."

"But his scream..." it wrung out in Martyns mind, loudly and his breath caught in his throat. Cleo must've clocked this because she looked at Martyn in concern.

"It's okay Martyn." Cleo whispered simply and yet quick reassuringly.

"Why are you here anyway?" He asked her quietly, brining his knees to his chest and hugging them. As much as he hates the fact he looked weak in front of Cleo, the action was comforting.

"Well Bdubs wanted to see what the situation with the mounders joining the Big Dogs was and he said as he approached he heard yelling and came in to see you uh having a sort of panic attack. He lightly touched your shoulder and you freaked. Pulled a sword out on him and everything. Apparently he then ran out and decided to come get me and I came in to see you screaming and crying on the floor and now we're here," Cleo moved her hand over and grabbed Martyn's and squeezed it softly.

"He wants to join me?" A small spark of hope started in him which was quickly fuelled as Cleo nodded. "Cleo would you want to?"

She signed and shook her head. "I would love but I have my group. I'll consider it a little bit later okay? I promise I'll think about it," Cleo leant forward and gave him and comforting hug.

"Now come on, you have a task to finish. Don't want to give the Secret Keeper the satisfaction of having a failed task now do we?" She pushed herself to her feet, making her way to the door.

"Cleo?"

"Mhm?"

"Thankyou. Thankyou so so much. I'm sorry if I caused you any difficulties." He said quietly.

"None at all. If you have another... episode... msg me through the communicator. I'll be here ASAP."

And with that she was gone, leaving Martyn all alone. He sat for a moment before standing up and fixing the mess he must've made. He grabbed his gear and made his way out to the dog bowl diving board. And thought he was alone, he could swear he heard something from the rock Jimmy started each day on.

Not a scream but a bark. A bark of encouragement.

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A/N- meh