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The pickaxe was the last straw. The group suffered so much from the goddamn chickens for the pickaxe to make a.. a squeaky noise?? Grizzly had only laughed. Only laughed at how much pain the group went through to find the fucking diamonds just for the pickaxe crafted from it to NOT WORK.
Something snapped in Charlie. With the yelling for the meeting in Molympus, there was a flash of red, green, and blue, and the group was gone and back to their thrones.
“I say we vote him off the counsel.”
“Wait- no, listen , all right? Let’s not vote him off-”
“No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up, Bizly! Go back to your place. Stop hogging the goddamn Molympus!”
“...”
The nature god walked up to the earth god, hands clenched in frustration. Charlie opened his mouth, about to speak, when bottles of shame juice suddenly showered on both of them.
“Stop, stop.” Charlie ordered Condi, who reluctantly obeyed. The nature god whipped his head around to face Bizly. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
“Are you kidding?” Bizly threw his hands up, exasperated. “I worked so hard on all my stuff that you guys all hated, and when Grizzly makes a pickaxe that doesn’t fucking work I’m getting blamed for it?!”
Charlie didn't bother to reply and turned to the green throne. He walked up to the side of his throne, and opened the cursed barrel and revealed the most cursed thing of all.
An apple.
The harvest god returned to Grizzly, who had been silently observing, emotions tightly concealed.
Charlie looked at two of his two non-blood but bound by their powers, brothers. Condi nodded once, regret flashing in his eyes, and Bizly looked away. But no one went against Charlie, the silently established leader.
“Your final punishment.” Charlie spoke, holding the apple out in front of Grizzly. Grizzly stared at the apple, refusing to look anywhere near Charlie.
“An apple as red as your sins, Grizzly Plays.”
Grizzly took the apple with shaky hands that betrayed his concealed emotions. Fear.
Grizzly glared at the blood-colored apple, and something snapped in him. His arms shook.
“THE SHAME JUICE!” Charlie ordered. Condi threw the potions with no hesitations. He wanted this to be over. This was just a bit, right?
Right..?
Charlie looked at Grizzly stone faced. Grizzly returned it.
“Eat the apple.” Charlie screamed, “EAT THE APPLE!”
Tears formed in Grizzly eyes, but they never dropped. A smirk appeared on his face, eyes not returning the emotion. He maniacally started to laugh.
“THIS! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO, CHARLIE SLIMECICLE?! To one of your... who you call 'partners'..” Grizzly barked out a laugh. “This was supposed to be for fun, wasn’t it? I had fun. I had enough. You’ll regret this, Charlie Slimecicle. You’ll regret this.”
Charlie looked away. He stepped back.
A crunch.
“GRIZZ!!” Bizly cried, snapping out of his trance. He raced forward and reached out his hands, but Charlie had to block his path as a giant sinkhole appeared in front of them.
Grizzly screamed.
Then he was gone.
A sob.
...
When the lights in your eyes fade and life flashes by..
One day you're going to die!
...
Tommy is the experiencer of many things. Most of them are bad, yes. But being stuck on an island that he doesn’t recognise at all? That’s new.
“You’re awake.”
A voice from his right makes Tommy jump out of his skin. There is a.. a person? A slime? It has glasses, and there’s a stick in his hair. It looks suspiciously familiar but Tommy can’t put a finger on what it is.
Tommy backs away and checks his inventory for weapons, just to find that it’s empty. He glares at the creature and hopes he looks even a bit threatening.
“Don’t.. come near me.” Tommy hisses.
The thing raises its hands in surrender, “I won’t harm you, Tommy from- I’m not going to harm you.”
Tommy’s glare softens maybe a tiny bit. “..How do you know my name?”
The thing sadly smiles, looking at the ground. “I just do.”
Tommy takes a cautious step forward, pointing at the thing. “What- who are you?”
Tommy will not let himself set his guard down. No matter what his gut feeling says; that this thing is just lost and in pain.
The thing hesitates. It adjusts its glasses, goop dripping from the glasses frames.
“You can call me Slime.”
...
“He was one of us. Why did we do it, Charlie?”