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Tw: Mention of injury
Pearl yawned as she got ready for the new life series. "Why did it HAVE to be at 5am?" She thought as looked at the clock. Of course since the others lived on the other side of the hub, they would be well rested. Unlike her. "You could just kill them." Said a suggestive voice in her head. "Not you," she thought, knowing fully well it could hear her thoughts, "I'm not fighting you all the way to red life, okay."
"Fine. But you're gonna want me"
As soon as the voice finished, a familiarly uncomfortable sensation whooshed through her. When she opened her eyes, she was in what she assumed to be the new life games. Grian, Scar, Bdubs, Impulse, and Etho were already waiting, so she leaned on a tree while the others joined.
~Time skip~
On mining trip and several failed goat horn attempts later, Pearl was climbing over the crest of the mountain when she heard a familiar voice " Hey Pearl!"
"Hey Martyn, what do you need?". Martyn put on a cheeky grin, "Wanna go on an adventure?
"Maybe, where are we going?"
Martyn's grin somehow got bigger, "The nether!" Pearl sighed, "Martyn we almost died in the caves, our soulmates are gonna kill us if we go in the nether."
"At least we didn't actually die." Martyn said, pointing out Tango's earlier mistake. "I know but-" Pearl was cut off by the sound of Martyn jumping through a portal. "Great!" Pearl looked indecisively at the portal, "Is killing him an option?" "No, killing your allies is a very bad idea, which means I have to follow him to make sure he doesn't die"
Pearl once again sighed as she stepped through the portal, desperately hoping she didn't die. And maybe debating whether she should tell her brother, Grian, about the mysterious voice.
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