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  1. Public Bookmark 65

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    This was originally written as a Request, now posted separately for easier reading and proper tags/summary.
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    Becoming an Invisible Player was supposed to make Wemmbu’s life easier.

    It did not account for bounty hunters, apparently.

    Injured and running out of options, Wemmbu flees to the End; where Minute and Egg patch him up, keep him warm, and very much refuse to let him leave afterward.

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    Wemmbu gets jumped, bleeds out halfway home, and learns the hard way that his friends are done letting him nearly die alone.

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    06 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 50

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    In the absence of an evening, Parrot whispers, suddenly. “Would you die for me?”

    Wifies turns a page. “You’re so curious today.”

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    “You got your sword?” Lomedy asks.

    Flame lifts Fragger up for Lomedy to see. Its edge is sharp, serrated; long as the length of his arm and so darkly red that it’s almost black. It’s a fighter’s weapon. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to kill.”

    “You’re not.” Lomedy hums. He looks Fragger over once, then nods. “Yeah, I think that’ll be good for splitting the bamboo.”

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    “Mapicc, Mapicc, May-may-may-picc!”

    “Whaaaaaaat?” murmurs a slump of black-and-red hoodie in the corner, which would resolve, eventually, if pestered enough, into his good friend–maybe even best friend–Mapicc.

    “I’m bored,” Spoke sighs.

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    “That’s the wrong book,” Eggchan hisses, directly in his face.

    “You’re the wrong book!” Wemmbu says back, at a normal volume, in a nonchalant way, quickly raising his most nonchalant mace.

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    Unstable SMP protagonists and their deuteragonists, all across the timeline.

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    06 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    The trap should have worked.

    Leaders should have been killed.

    People would need to rethink their decisions-

    And Saps would not be sending him a message just like that, out of nowhere.

     

    The meeting ended, wanna meet up?

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    04 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 37

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    “Something has been feeling really…wrong. Recently. I dunno.” Wemmbu's not sure why he says it, what possesses him to say it. “You seem like the kinda guy to have answers to,” he pauses, searching for the word, before settling lamely on, “stuff.” He waves a hand dismissively.

    “Wrong?” Minute echoes. “Wrong how? What do you mean?”

    He tenses, shifting uncomfortably under the vulnerability of it all. “I dunno— Look, whatever, forget I said anything about that. I’m not tryin’ to talk about my feelings with you, man. I’m not getting into the— the Wemmbu lore. We aren’t doing a fucking minecraft therapy session right now,” he says defensively, voice rising just a tad too loud, a pitch too high.

    Minute does his best to fight off a small smile. “Okay, bro. Whatever. You’re the one who brought it up, jeez.” He holds his hands up, palms facing outwards, in mock surrender. “I was just trying to be a good friend.”

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    OR: After Wemmbu asks the simple question of why Minute doesn't believe in killing anyone, they have a heart-to-heart and Wemmbu gains some insight into his own feelings

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    04 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    "The hell is that?" Wemmbu started forward, but Minute moved to block him, one hand raised.

    "Look, don't freak out—"

    Wemmbu pushed past him, demon claws instinctively sliding out an inch before he retracted them. He saw a slumped over Flamefrags on the top step of the staircase leading down to the rooms below.

    The blaze hybrid looked absolutely miserable. His usual fiery aura was dim, barely flickering like a candle about to go out. His skin had a grayish pallor that didn't belong on someone born from the Nether, all ashy and wrong. He was wrapped in what looked like Minute's spare cloak—a black one he kept for colder days—and he was shivering despite the fabric.

    "You've gotta be kidding me." Wemmbu spun around to face Minute, his own demonic energy crackling slightly at his fingertips from sheer irritation. "Why is he here?"

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    03 Feb 2026