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Cellbit ran, chest heaving, finally collapsing on his island.
Tubbo yelled out behind him as curfew finally set in, which was both a blessing and a curse. It got rid of his pursuer and made him go back to his own island so that he'd stop trying to kill Cellbit while he was already injured, but since almost everything got shut off during curfew hours, he couldn’t die otherwise he’d respawn in the morning and get no sleep tonight. That was just something he didn't really want to deal with.
He groaned, and forced himself to get up, using the setting sun as a way to get home, clutching his arm. It wasn’t that deep of a cut but it would still cause him to bleed out if he wasn’t careful and he did want to sleep tonight. He had to be useful tomorrow. Finding the elevator after a while, he managed to get down it and into the cave. Some people were there, and some people weren’t back yet, but they were clearly on the island somewhere.
Sitting down next to Roier, he rested his head on his shoulder. God, he was tired, and his arm kept stinging. He should probably take care of that.
Charlie and Baghera were building the fire, whilst Jaiden was asleep. She’d been asleep for the better part of a day now. Phil and Etoiles were off somewhere, and who knows what Foolish was up to. Roier made him sit up, probably feeling the blood dripping out of his hands.
“Who?” Roier asked, getting up and taking him with him as they searched for a cloth to tie around his arm. They had to have one laying around somewhere.
“Tubbo. He almost killed me, I don’t know what the hell he wanted but he got sent away after curfew set, so I don’t give a shit. I’ll get him tomorrow.” Cellbit muttered.
“Fair enough.” Roier said, getting out some cloth that they had for situations like this.
“Yeah, but he still got me at least a little.” Cellbit grumbled as he sat down on a chest and Charlie wandered over to inspect the damage, but his hand was still firmly clamped on his upper arm.
“I fucking hate Tubbo, man. I swear he’s always hunting us down. Like we didn’t do shit but no.” Charlie complained alongside him. “He’s normal when were on the actual island, but here it’s like he’s gone insane.”
“We all have.” Baghera noted, wandering over and sitting next to him, kicking her feet against the chest.
Roier snorted, and picked up his arm. Cellbit let go of the wound, and Roier sucked in a breath. Cellbit knew it was a little bad, but he hadn’t felt that bad. He just needed to survive the night, and they could kill him in the morning with no consequences to his sleep. The wound really wasn't that bad, and if it was, he would've died already.
“That looks bad.” Charlie commented.
“Eh, doesn’t feel as bad as it could be.” He murmured.
Roier wrapped the cloth around his arm, and tied it off tightly, making him hiss. He flexed his arm, making sure he'd be alright before standing up. He had gotten some food from today's quest, and handed some of it to Charlie, who he'd seen killed several dozen times today as usual. Baghera hopped off her seat, and went over to check on Jaiden, making sure she was still breathing, and getting nutrients and all sorts of stuff like that. Then she started to clean up the girl's wings, and Cellbit turned away. He knew that Baghera loved to preen Jaiden and Phil's wings, even if she herself didn't really like people touching hers.
Cellbit went and sat on a log next to the small fire that they had going, and Charlie and Roier sat next to him. The elevator made a noise and he heard the ruffle of feathers and a displeased huff. He glanced at the elevator to see Phil nearly soaking wet, water dripping off the feathers he did have, having lost his hat days ago.
“You alright there, Phil?” Cellbit called out.
“Mother fuckers made it start raining.” Phil muttered, dragging himself over to the fire so he could warm up and dry off. “Couldn't get here quick enough, clearly.”
“Yeah, I think we got a new blanket today.” Charlie offered. They had another bed now thankfully, but one of the beds was for Jaiden, and the other was for setting their spawn point.
“I'll be fine. I can just dry off next to the fire.” Phil sighed, and stretched out his wings, putting them as close as he dared to. Nobody wanted singed feathers after all. They didn't mention how little feathers were on Phil's wings now that they were in purgatory.
“Well, another day, another loss.” Baghera announced as she sat down. “But, we'll do good tomorrow, I'm sure.”
“I hope so.” Charlie sighed, pulling a stick from somewhere and sticking it in the fire before holding the mini flame out in front of him, studying the flickering light. “Feels kinda pointless sometimes, don't you think? Like, who's to say they haven't already killed them?”
“They wouldn't have. They need that leverage or we all would band together and fight back.” Cellbit pointed out.
“True.” Charlie replied, tossing his flaming stick into the fire.
“Yeah.” Baghera muttered and the elevator went off for probably the final time that night as Etoiles finally came back.
Phil grinned as Etoiles walked by him, ruffling his hair playfully, “Philza! The rain got you too?”
Etoiles' clothes were soaked as well, and Cellbit got the idea that he was lucky to miss the rainstorm somehow. Well, at least there was that. He didn't like the rain.
“Yeah, it was bad out there.” Phil laughed.
“Yes. Yes, but, I come with gifts. While I was out, I found cows, and so we have leather and different meat to cook.” Etoiles said happily.
Everyone was happy by that and even Cellbit found himself smiling. Then a normal night began, food was cooked and passed around. They talked about stupid shit and laughed. Charlie and Baghera nearly fell into the fire with how hard they were laughing, having to be pulled back by a laughing Cellbit. His arm still hurt, but he tried not to wince and bring the mood down. Happiness was rare in purgatory. He didn't want to ruin it. He shouldn't ruin it with something that they could deal with in the morning.
Finally, the fire began to die down, and they laid down on the floor of the moss ridden cave. Cellbits jacket had been his pillow since they got here, and Roier was like a heater, so there was no worry that he would get cold at night with his husband clinging to him. Foolish emerged from wherever he'd been in the caves and plopped himself right next to him, briefly poking at the bandage on Cellbits arm, which got him a slight slap on the hand, and a quiet explanation.
Still, they all ended up in some sort of a line or pile, Cellbit was never really sure which it was more like. Baghera was curled up next to Charlie with her wings draped over them both, knowing Charlie wouldn't care, and the man being one of the few people Baghera was fine with touching her wings, although that list was expanding. Charlie also liked to be warm when he could. Phil did the same with Etoiles and Foolish, and the very tips of his wings barely reached Cellbit, with Roier being the one on the outside of the pile, which was fine since he was the warmest. Jaiden was asleep peacefully in her bed. There was another bed, but the blanket had been taken by Charlie.
Cellbit sighed and burrowed closer to Roier, who had wrapped himself completely around Cellbit with all six of his upper limbs. Sometimes the four spidery appendages freaked him out but they were comforting now, the pressure feeling nice.
The cut on his upper arm still throbbed, gently pulsing a little pain through his body but it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't sleep. He'd be able to deal with it. Exhaustion was making its way through his body, and with the knowledge that he could get rid of his wounds when he woke up, Cellbit fell asleep.