Wemmbu never meant to end up in prison. He didn't want to be there. All he wanted to do was kill LettuceK. He didn't even care about his title anymore. Flamefrags could be the strongest. But maybe.... Maybe it was Flamefrags's fault he ended up prison in the first place. ------------------------------------------------------ SpokeisHere just wanted to live peacefully. Little did he know that the Law would ruin that. Now he wants revenge. But to destroy the Law he needs experienced fighters. Like Wemmbu. ------------------------------------------------------ ParrotX2 runs into Flamefrags and decides to help him rescue Wemmbu. Little does he know that was probably the worst decision he ever made. ------------------------------------------------------- Flamefrags wishes he had stayed to help Wemmbu when he got captured. It was kinda his fault that Wemmbu was now Law's prisoner. He also thinks of Wemmbu as an almost brother, and doesn't want him to be stuck in prison forever. -------------------------------------------------------- I don't know what else to put here lol! Happy reading!

What if Wemmbu, Spoke, and Parrot were forced to join the invisible mafia? :] this is a fanfiction about the unstable smp/unstable universe created by wemmbu, spoke, parrot, and flame

"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!

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.