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Nufuli hated the nether. It was hot, sticky. But of course, he was ordered to look out the nether for Parrot by Leowook. And whatever the boss says, he has to do as the right hand man.
His boots crunched against soul sand, unnervingly making it harder to focus on looking for the feathered player. Nufuli walked over to a lava lake, grimacing at bubbles popping. He didn't understand how a whole empire lived here. That was, until he heard a bow string be pulled back from behind him. He tensed, shoulders hunching.
“Hello there, fish-scales,” He heard the familiar voice of Ferre. Fuck, this was NOT the time to be captured. “Turn around slowly,” Ferre purred and Nufuli obeyed. There were about 10 players, plus Ferre, of course. Nufuli couldn't fight this, not alone, at least. He reaches for his comms, but Ferre pulled out his mace.
“Call for your little friends, I dare you.”
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Nufuli dropped his hands away from his ears, still staying quiet. Ferre's wings twitched in satisfaction. 2 guards flanked behind the leviathan, tapping tears at the back of his chestplate. Nufuli recoiled but knew what they wanted. He slipped out of the armor, dropping each piece onto the floor. “You're good at reading signs, Nufuli, I see why Leo likes you.”
Nufuli bared his teeth, but stayed silent. Not like he had an idea of what to say. He felt the poke of spears at his back again. Nufuli winced, the identical scarred lines at his back being probed before he started walking. “Watch the scales!” Ferre said to the people behind Nufuli, who were now being deliberately softer, “Wouldn't wanna break Clown's new toy already.”
“Toy?” Nufuli hissed, finally speaking, but his voice sounded hoarse and tight. Ferre didn't answer, but instead led the team away. Some players— about 5 — went out, flanking away. The rest circled around. They already had a plan to do this. How long had they been planning this..?
The thought made a shiver travel down Nufuli’s spine. He didn't seem to notice how far they traveled because before he knew it, he was stepping over a bridge which overlooked lava. Ferre turned back Nufuli, as the group members which split off came back. Ferre snapped chains around my arms, making it impossible to separate my hands. It hurt, badly, since it squeezed mostly at the thin scales at Nufuli’s arms.
The golden dragon grabbed the end of the chain, pulling at the leviathan's arms. Nufuli didn't fight back, just followed. He knew how this team worked. Plus, Leo would get worried and guess that Nufuli was captured sooner or later. Yes, it was an embarrassment, since he was the right hand man, but it was fine, since this was a powerful team. He was dragged promptly throughout the palace before ending up in a throne room the air was right around Nufuli, making him feel deeply uncomfortable. Like something was watching him from the walls.
Ferre then pulled hard, making the leviathan fall to his knees. “Morherfuc—” Nufuli didn't finish before he felt a foot at his back, making the word stop in his throat. Clown sat on the throne. He looked boredly down at Nufuli and Ferre, before he noticed who Ferre had his foot on. “Oh? Little right hand man himself?”
Nufuli bared his teeth, but Ferre made himL
lower his head further down, until his forehead touched the ground, the middle of his curved ramlike horns pressing against the floor.
Ferre chirped happily, “We saw him patrolling alone, thought you'd want some more entertainment.” Nufuli growled lowly at the words. Entrainment. Was that all that he was to these ruthless assholes?
Clown clapped, standing up and sauntering over to the two. “The arena, sir?” Ferre asked, already dragging the leviathan up. Clown just hummed, already walking off.
“What's the arena?” Nufuli asked, glancing over his shoulder to face the golden dragon. Ferre didn't answer
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“Hello?”
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“Mhm, real mature, ignore me,” Nufuli rolled his eyes, getting annoyed at the two. They brought him to a circular area, stone surrounding a pile of sand (State SMP mentioned) that had bumpy rocks and splatters of blood. Nufuli shuddered, the thoughts of whose blood it was sickening him.
“All of his stuff,” Clown dropped a shulker, nudging it towards Ferre and the captured, “in here.”
Before Nufuli could pull back or complain or do anything, Ferre grabbed on his horns and forced him still. Nufuli hissed, clawing at the other. Ferre grabbed his bag and emptied his stuff into the shulker. “Anything else on you?” Ferre asked. Did he really expect Nufuli to answer honestly? But he didn't have anything else, so he shook his head, looking away.
He felt naked, not in a sexual sense, but more of a longing sense. He felt lighter without his armor, more like a balloon then a leviathan.
He was given diamond armor and some tools. Basic stuff, pots, a sword, an axe, cobwebs. Clown sat upon a throne which overlooked the fighting area. “I'll give you a deal, Nufuli,” Clown mused, the demon of fear laser focused on the small leviathan.
“Beat my strongest fighter in a fight, pop his totem, and I'll let you go.”
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Nufuli did believe that. Not for a second. But what other choice did he have? He sighed and grumbled, “Fine, how hard could this be?” Clown gave a mocking laugh to that as an iron door opened in front of Nufuli.
The player had black skin, white dots flickered in like stars. White pure eyes with question mark shaped pupils. Red, black, and white clothing helped make a shape of the voidling. The player was in full netherite and was holding a Trident with the skull of an eel roped on it.
Mugm.