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Mob wakes up, he’s harshly greeted by pure white assaulting his retinas. He flinches from the extremely bright light. His jaw is burning in the exact spot the bullet hit, god, everything hurts. his memory is foggy, he can barely remember what happened earlier, then he remembers what happened, verity. He tried to send him back ‘home’ but it didn’t work. Maybe he didn’t belong to a home in general. The light blinds him again when he blinks. ’What the hell man.. he thinks to himself before sitting up, his eyes hurt now. He rubs his eyes before taking a look around. There’s white void… More white void, etc..
Mob gets up this time, ’God my back hurts… he thought. Looking around it’s still the same, he didn’t get used to the stupid white light. He thought he became blind the second he woke up. Truly not the greatest situation to be in. Anyway, he decides to get up, and walk around for a bit. I mean what’s the harm in that? He needed to move around anyway..
There’s nothing truly eventful when wandering a white empty void. God he misses his base, his lookout, just his world in general. He doesn’t miss verity though, he thinks about it but just doesn’t want him back in this world, or in his life at all. He just can’t forgive verity, not now, not ever. Especially after what it did to Twixxel. Speaking of Twixxel, god, he missed him. He remembered when they laughed together playing horror mods, building the ugliest bases known to mankind. He missed those times, he missed when verity wasn’t around to destroy everything. Gosh he hates it so much.
After walking around for a bit he got bored and decided to teleport. Wait, why did he even decide to walk when he could teleport?? What- oh, uhm, anyway.. Mob teleports to random places.. Like, he accidentally teleported to a room full of clocks, and a grandfather clock in the middle, humming very slowly. Two large wooden mannequins cracked their necks to stare at Mob when he teleported. They moved like it was stop motion, “Ouu shii, maybe I’m not supposed to be here..” thankfully his survival instincts haven’t fully plummeted to the ground, he decided to just teleport away..
He teleported to a grassy field next, it smelled like wet grass after the rain had settled. There was a long fence, a house that looked like it belonged in peppa pig, and a wire line. He could check if there was any signal! He rummaged through his pockets, but his phone wasn’t found anywhere. Then he remembered he died, so he doesn’t have his devices on him… “Ooohhhh my gosh…” His face was in his hands, embarrassed that he forgot he died! Thankfully he was alone and no one could witness it. He decided to walk along the fence, it surely can’t be that long right?
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HE HAS BEEN WALKING FOR FUCKING GOD KNOWS HOW LONG. THIS THING DOESN’T END! WHAT THE HELL?? Who thought of having a long ass fence anyway?
Of course Mob got tired of the seemingly endless fence, he was gonna give up, but then remembered that Twixxel would’ve laughed at him so much and would’ve never let it go. Too bad his ass is dead too lol, so of course mob teleported away again. He was not dealing with an endless fence. I swear he’s in the backrooms or some shit.
He was in a ball pit room or whatever those things were called. An indoor playground? It seemed like nighttime, or maybe it was the turned off lights causing that effect? Who cares? There was a ball pit in front of him, a bunch of mangled slides that have the brightest colors ever, he was really tempted to jump in. Twixxel would’ve hyped him up, then they would’ve jumped in together and had the time of their lives! Mob shouldn’t think about what happened with verity as it is actively ruining his health to continuously dwell on the past.
Mob thought about verity for a second, he hated it.
He was still tempted to jump in the ball pit, after hyping himself up he jumped in. The sound of plastic balls rummaging against each other was satisfying, he was gonna do it again until he saw a yellow plastic ball with a smiley face. Obviously it wasn’t verity, but it irked him. He hated seeing yellow balls with faces because of verity. He can’t stand smiley faces at all because of it. Every time he sees the color he’s reminded of it.
He teleports somewhere else, away from the ball pit room, just because of IT. He didn’t want to be reminded of it anymore, he wanted peace, without it, fun without IT. He didn’t want a life where verity existed at all, it sounds harsh but it’s the truth.
Mob doesn’t know where he is now, he doesn’t care anymore, as long as it’s away. He’s just in some white void but with polka dots everywhere, all different colors and shapes, he decides to sit down and rest for a bit. Instead all he does is contemplates his life, was it his fault Twixxel died? He downloaded the mod after all… He lays down, watching the dots fly past him. He sighed.
After laying down for like 10 minutes Mob decided that he spent enough time relaxing, back to exploring or whatever.. He stood up, and just stared in the distance. For no reason, he just felt like it. There was nothing more to find in this place anyway. Back to teleporting…
Mob ended up teleporting to a few different places where he only stayed for like 20 minutes or less. He was in a room with pale yellow walls and disgustingly moist floors, a pink bedroom with a ouija board called ‘umbra board’ why rebrand? He teleported and teleported over and over again, boredom gets the best of you I guess.
Finally after what seemed like forever he gave up, but teleported one last time.
He was back in the white void, but this time he could see something in the distance, he could barely make it out but he saw a round table with one leg, it seemed fancy, there were 2 tea cups and a decorated tea pot, he saw a figure drinking tea out of their cup.
Mob wanted to get a closer look so he teleported closer, then he saw it. “TWIXXEL?!” He shouted, sure enough it was Twixxel. “Mob?” He replies back. “Holy shit it’s so good to see you again!” Mob ran towards him, once at the table he decided to sit down. “Hope no one is sitting here.” “Nope, me and you.” Mob picked up a cup and drank it all in one gulp, “Do you want more tea?” Twixxel asks, “Sure.” One of Twixxel’s spider legs gently picks up the tea cup and pours tea in Mob’s cup. “I forget you can do that.” Mob says while sipping his tea.
They stayed silent for a while, the only times they talked was when Mob asked for more tea because his greedy ass kept drinking so much. And it seemed like that teapot was endless! Just infinite tea, who knew?
Then out of curiosity Mob broke the silence, “Hey so, were you here the entire time or something?”
Twixxel thought for a moment, seemingly trying to recall something, “I guess?”
“What do you mean, ‘I guess’?”
“Well I’m not too sure, my memory is foggy.”
“How did you end up here?” Mon asked quizzingly.
“I died-”
“No shit-”
“Let me finish speaking!” Twixxel says annoyed but non-chalantly.
“Okay damn.”
“Okay anyway… Where do I even begin..??”
“Bro hurry up.”
“BE QUIET!”
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“Twixxel…” Twixxel woke up when he heard someone say his name, the voice was raspy, it sounded funky. “Mob?” He called out, no reply. He tried to sit up, “Ow…!” He hissed, despite sitting he was doubled over hand on his stomach, his head hung low. His entire body hurts, he felt like he was being burnt alive. “Ah! Ow.!” Twixxel tried to stand up but ended up falling over, he hissed again. His spider legs reach in to protect him, but he felt the insides of him burning. ’Oh my god it hurts!’ Twixxel thought, he was practically curled up. He tried to stand up again, the burning sensation was still there, still prominent. This time he could look around, he still had his hand on his stomach just in case he might throw up. He felt like he could walk around, he could move, just slowly. He couldn’t remember much.
He walked around for a bit, he occasionally had to double over and breathe for a moment. The burning sensation sometimes got so bad he felt the need to vomit.
He continued walking. And walking, until he stumbled upon a door. Of course if he was normal he wouldn’t open it, but he’s not like most players. As soon as he opened the door two things stared at him, their eyes were stop watches, but each clock had hands on different numbers. “uhhh.. Hi..” They didn’t adjust their gaze in the slightest. “Oooohhh kayyy…” Twixxel closes the door, “That was weird- OUCH!” He clutches his stomach, “ssss…” he hisses.
After that Twixxel decides to try and sleep to pass the time, too bad he can’t. So he just lays there. Staring above at even more void, the white was blinding, but closing your eyes sadly wouldn’t help that much. He missed his friends.
He’s been laying on the ‘floor’ for god knows how long. He was there until the burning pain stopped. Once it stopped, Twixxel got up and decided to explore the white void more, he wished he could teleport like how Mob could. He could travel far distances, it made him a little jealous. But they were still friends, he missed Mob. He didn’t want to die by getting eaten alive by some stupid entity. I guess it could be his fault too, underestimating some yellow ball who was secretly a man-eating monster. Hemoglyph sprayed on the floor of the house made for him. Twixxel sighs.
Twixxel has been walking around for a while, there were no walls to climb, no way to get out. Just stuck, he’s glad he’s away from verity actually. But he wants to know how Mob is doing, he wants to know how his friend is doing. He wants to have fun and chat with Mob, without the presence of verity. God, he just really wants to hangout with Mob again. How long has it been since his death?
Twixxel bumps into something, catching him out of his thoughts. He bumped into a table, it looked like it belonged in a child’s doll house. Light purple cloth on the table, two teacups set down on opposite sides of each other, the cups were painted with dandelions and daisies, it looks professionally painted and glazed, he picks it up, it actually smells like flowers. He sits on a chair at the table. It was cushioned by a light purple cushion, the rest of the chair looked like it was made of wood that was painted white. Which is such a weird color choice, why paint a chair white when the entire place is a white void? The other chair had green cushions and was painted black, it kinda reminded him of Mob.
Twixxel poured himself tea, he didn’t even know what tea it was. It smelt nice, I mean: if it’s poisoned, it’s poisoned! He’s already dead, might as well die again and go to wherever.. He took a few sips, and it turns out it’s not poison! Safety tastes great actually!! He decided to sit in a more comfortable position, leg over the other. Slightly swinging his legs back and forth.
Twixxel just sat there waiting, waiting for someone. Not sure who. Maybe he was waiting for Mob.
Sometimes he tried sleeping at the table, sleep wasn’t an option here. Is this even an afterlife?
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“And yeah, I’ve just sat here for a long time. Assuming it’s been a long time of course..”
“I guess it’s been a long time? You’ve been dead for a month.” Mob, still drinking all his tea again.
“Huh, I guess it makes sense, time doesn’t really work here. Sometimes I think this isn’t heaven.” Twixxel jokes, giggling while holding his tea cup.
“Maybe it isn’t..” Mob mumbles to himself, obviously not intending for Twixxel to hear.
“Huh?”
“Nothing. I just hope we can hang out like this again.”
“Me too!” Twixxel smiles, that is supposed to be reassuring. It isn’t.