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Wemmbu sat there, in Flame’s base, looking around and stealing items. He didn’t if he got the blood from his hands everywhere, after all, this is a dead person’s house. Wemmbu looked around and whatnot, but that all came short when he turned around. Manepear was there, just ready to fight. “Ohhh…Coming to avenge your brother?” Wemmbu asked, putting a hand on his hip and the other on his chin. “Yeah. I am.” Manepear replied. “So just revive him, with one of your hearts. Or is your ego too high? You don’t want to lose a heart?”, 

Silence. 

“I would sacrifice one of my hearts. Because, either way, I'm killing you.” 

“Just know, I have a stasis chamber ready. Could easily teleport.” He lowered his arms.

“You don’t even have anybody to activate it! Thats how lonely you are! Your a disgrace!”

Wemmbu just sat there with a smirk on his face—The words didn’t hurt him. “it’s a self-stasis chamber. Your really pushing it..”

Wemmbu scoffed, looking outside a nearby window.

“It’s getting pretty close to nighttime, sure you don’t wanna go back to your base, already?” Wemmbu added. Manepear shook his head. 

Wemmbu sighed, the blood from his hands had gotten all over his clothes. This was gonna be a long night. Eventually, though, Manepear had just let Wemmbu get away, like that.

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Meanwhile, everyone was going crazy over the news. 

<SpokeIsHere>: crazy work

<MinuteTech>: Oh

<PrinceZam>: hello!? what!?

<TheRealSquiddo>: so he's back to killing!! nice

Zam put down their communicator, sighing. Their base has just been blown up, again. Maybe Zam should start doing lapis to take off the edge. They sighed, running a hand through their hair. What was up with today? Zam was furious about it, especially since Zam themselves had gotten caught in the explosion, and lost a life. They let out a long sigh yet again, lying on their bed. “Really hate Wemmbu.” They murmured, turning around so that they were lying on their stomach. “Like half of my base got obliterated because of one dude. It’s not even funny. Half of my stuff is gone. Someone sue this guy…” They added, moping around. “How are we even twins, I actually can't stand him…” Zam continued to talk to themselves for a little bit, then decided to fix their base, because, perseverance is key—According to some sketchy affirmation website, and maybe Pangi said that too. 

They’d almost been done with fixing it, if it wasn’t for a lack of self-motivation. Instead of doing it themselves, they’d just called Pangi to do it, since honestly, Zam didn’t trust Derapchu to do anything seriously. Zam typed away on their communicator…

You whisper to Pangi: can you continue fixing my base for me? It’s not much left, just a little

Waiting…

Pangi whispers to you: sure dude!

Zam sighed. They couldn’t fix it by themselves, their back problems were getting worse, and they were, quite frankly, a little lazy. 

A few minutes later, Pangi arrives, ready to build. “You have the materials I need, right?” He asks, smiling. Zam nods.

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Wemmbu sat at a desk, smiling as he crossed Flamefrags' name off the list. The next person on the list was his twin brother, Prince Zam. Wemmbu thought to himself…Instead of killing all these people, maybe he should just blow everything up. He took a little note in a messy doctor's handwriting. Either way, there wasn’t much time to waste. 

Wemmbu walked off to a location, checking his map every once or twice—Maybe three times. He already knew where Zam’s base was, but he just had to hope someone wasn't there while he was doing it. He thought, maybe that this whole plan wasn’t as thought out as he made it to be. Too far in to pull out.

dont backfire on me dont backfire on me please please.. Wemmbu thought as he looked at coordinates. 

Every minute or so he’d hear random footsteps. Too soft. Quiet? Wemmbu dismissed them, numbing it down to his paranoia. He got to Zam's house. He looked inside, but he couldn’t go in for the kill. Stupid Pangi was there. Wemmbu raised his eyebrow. How long had this guy been here? Because Zams house was fully repaired. Wemmbu chuckled a little, then continued to step on the roses in front of Zam’s house.

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Zam and Pangi had just finished rebuilding Zam’s house. Now Zam just hoped that nobody blew up their house again. But on a server like this? Impossible. Just as impossible as being a pacifist here (somewhat). Pangi grinned, wrapping an arm around Zam’s shoulder. “Looks good, right?” He said. The pangolin was so sure it did…News flash—It looked like a pile of trash. Zam nodded slowly, gritting their teeth. Atleast the house isn’t half destroyed, thats all that matters right? Zam was getting lost in their thoughts until- 

A soft tap,tap could be heard faintly. Footsteps. Oh boy. “Do…Do you hear that?” Zam asked Pangi. Pangi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to listen in. Nothing. Pangi shook his head. Zam sighed, and shook their head. He wanted to believe that they weren’t real, because if they were real, someone would have a problem. 

Zam chuckled, and turned back to Pangi.

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Pangi had finally left Zam‘s house. And Zam finally noticed something had stepped on their flowers. “Ugh…Just put those in!” They mumbled to theirself, shaking their head. 

Now how was Wemmbu going to kill them? Spawn trap? Explosions?… Wemmbu pulled out a crossbow. Aimed it… 1. 2. 3… Right in Zam’s forehead. Another one. Another one. 

PrinceZam was slain by wemmbu using <skibidi toilet rizz!> 

Now Wemmbu had to move fast, because he can’t let them escape. He rushed inside the house, locked the door twice, and then ran inside the house to kill him. Zam only had 4 hearts, so this might be easier than Wemmbu initially thought. Wemmbu kept killing him. 

3 hearts…

2 hearts…

1 heart…

dead. 

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After the kill, Wemmbu had gone off to rest—It was needed..To him, atleast. The next day, he came back. Just to check that Zam didn’t have anything that Wemmbu wanted. So Wemmbu foraged through the abundance of chests. Golden apples…More golden apples…Some enchanted golden apples… Ah, wind charges. Not very useful if he didn’t have a mace. 

There it was. Books of some kind. Wemmbu burned them—didn’t even stop to look once at what they were. Wemmbu then decided to burn the whole house down. Poured gasoline on the floors, took a lighter, then set fire. Flames erupted. And for a moment, Wemmbu smiled. Just a little. 

Wemmbu went home, closing the door and immediately going to his list of names. Crossed off Zam’s name, and looked at the next. Leowook was written, in the same messy doctor’s handwriting as the rest of the list. Wemmbu didn’t have any grudges with Leo, he’d gotten past them. But Wemmbu wanted bloodshed.

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Zam woke up.

Not actually, but he just stopped seeing pitch black. He was in spawn, it seems like. But everything was…More grey. Insanely more dull. He saw Flamefrags. Zam and Flamefrags both held grudges. Zam didn't like Flame, Flame didn't like Zam. But what was the point in meaningless rivalries if they were both dead? 

Flame nodded his head at Zam. A way of saying ‘hey, i dont really resent you. no reason to.’ 
Zam understood, so he nodded back.