Wemmbu is depressed. Tw for thoughts of su!cide and d3ath

"Wemmbu get off the edge" Flame said softly with a hint of worry from behind Wemmbu not wanting to make him feel trapped in any way "İm tired Flame..i-im sorry" o Wemmbu muttered while taking a small step forward... HI this is me your author and I would like to say that this is a Flamebu fanfic story and if you do not like this ship you are free to leave. I also am only writing for fun but if you see any comparisons with the trauma in this story you should talk to someone you trust and you should remember someone always cares about you!

My concept of Wemmbu's Watcher AU _________________________________________ WIP!!! (Watcher design Inspired by Nadia225 on YouTube) _________________________________________ There are those who Listens, and there are those who Watches. Watcher is a god-like entity. They are the interpretation of the night itself and their power surpasses regular gods and goddesses This is a story of a certain Watcher in an anarchy server Also, images are the ones I made on Gacha Life 2! Disclaimer: There might be slight panicking, might mention other characters in the near future chapter, NO smut/sex, slowburn, idk what else to add, timeline during Kings Arc and SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED UNSTABLE!

Just a flamebu fic Contains parfies

Wemmbu tried, he really did. But Battle after battle, victory against Law was looking slimmer and slimmer. Wemmbu couldn't deafest Law, and he wasn't going to keep dragging Egg into dangerous situations. So, he turned himself in, and gets Lettuce executed him. Law took over the server, spreading their 'justice' across the server. But Eggchan won't stand for this. He won't let Law get away with killing his best friend. He finds a min tire, and will never be the same again. Egg will get his revenge. Lets just say, Eggchan kills more then just 1 diamond player...

In a world where "unstable beings" are hunted, Wemmbu has spent his life running-hiding the wings, horns, and tail that make him a target. Flame was never meant to care. A half-demon feared by all, he was supposed to protect... not feel. But somewhere along the journey, protecting Wemmbu became something more. I hope that you enjoy reading my story.

Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next?

The dragon's massive form lay still, wings spread where they had fallen. Endstone dust coated her scales like pale snow. Purple blood had dried in thin rivers beneath her. Wemmbu didn't understand the stillness. He only saw that she wasn't standing. He hurried to her side, placing both hands against her snout. Her scales were warm, but unmoving. "Mommy, wake up," he whispered, shaking her gently the way she sometimes woke him from naps. "You're resting too long. We gotta go home." Her head didn't lift. He pressed his forehead to her muzzle, tiny horns clicking softly against her scales. "Mommy... please." He pushed harder, trying to nudge her upright with all the strength his little body had. His wings fluttered anxiously, feathers shaking. His tail curled tight around his leg. "You said you'd teach me flying today," he said, voice wobbling. "You promised." He climbed onto her foreleg, crawling up toward her face, thinking maybe she just needed him closer. Maybe she'd open her eyes if she heard him better. "Mommy, I'm here," he said, louder now, as if volume could fix it. "I'm right here. Wake up." Silence. A soft, confused whimper escaped him

I didn't mean to let him die. I thought rivalry could survive anything-that fire could burn without taking something with it. The Law fell, the world kept moving, and Flamefrags was left standing with power in his hands and nothing in his chest but heat. Wemmbu lingers anyway. In the silence. In the anger. In every victory that feels like a loss. This is a story about what refuses to end-about denial dressed as strength, about grief the fire will not name, and about a ghost who was never meant to fade.

Can two beings go from enemy's to besties? Cover art is mine don't steal!!!