pt.2 for "I'm a person"

A/N: i changed 'session' to day. So, 1 session = 1 day.

 In this AU, Watchers aren't good or bad. They help players, but aren't really working with admins, they are neutral. Rank 1 Watchers are genuinely more powerful than Prime Admins. 

Some players have powers: could be a redstone pule or just simply magic.

TW (probably will re read all of the chapters here and add trigger warnings if needed):

blood

insanity

death

suicide(sort of?)

(let me know if i missed anything)

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PoV: Grian

"Welcome to Last Life! Season 2, of 3rd life.

17 players, on a small server, with only one goal; to be the last one standing. In Last Life, the player is randomly assigned between 2 and 6 lives.

With 4+ lives, you have a dark green indicator on your body; for example, the streak in the player's hair becomes dark green. With 3 lives, your indicator would be lime; with 2 lives, it would be yellow. And when you reach your last life, your indicator becomes red. Red players have all of their allies broken and become hostile. They are allowed to team up with other red players.

There is now a way to give your life to other players, making your lives one of the most valuable of currencies.

Everyday, the server will randomly and secretly assign a non-red player to be the Boogie man, it could be more than one. The Boogie man has only one job: secure a kill on a green or yellow player. While you are the Boogie man, all friendships ties could be forgotten about, do what you must to be cured. Or else, the next day, you will be immediately set on your last life. 

No one is allowed to use their powers. Everything clear?" The being stood before us all, or should I say, Watcher.

After I ran away, many things have changed. The Watchers took me in and raised me for the next six years. I was taught how to be a Watcher, how to fight and how to use my powers. 

The Watcher that stood before us, was my mentor and one of the most powerful Watchers (Rank 2). He took me in and trained me, and eventually I became even more powerful than him.

Anyway, I have to get back and concentrate on the task: I have been added to a server full of people like me; people who have powers. I know how bloody these servers could get, since I've been in one of these before.

"Xelqua, everything clear?" I snap out of my thoughts. "yes, sir" I reply, in my casual monotone voice.

I examined the players; they all wore their usual attires, one was even in a suit.They were defiantly not prepared for battle.

My outfit contained black combat robes, leather shoes (which had hidden pockets), and a Watcher mask. The mask hid my face almost completely, leaving only the lower half of my face open. These mask are one-sided, meaning that the people can't see your eyes, but you can see everything perfectly. Every Watcher have their own mask, so, you can't see through someone else's mask, and they can't see through your.

The Watcher finished explaining us the rules.

We all went our separate ways.

*events of Last Life happen but the last two people are Mumbo and Xelqua (Grian)*

blood

kill

end him

The voices chanted in my head.

I and my friend, Mumbo, are the last 2 people on the server.

I was hiding out in a cave, currently being on my last life. 

Memories of us hanging out on the server came flooding into my mind: when me and  Scar were fighting over who would get him, how I bribed him in, how we were both The Southerners, how we were building the ghast farm, how we would all AHA each other.

How Mumbo was the only person  who knew that 'Xelqua' wasn't my real name, and that my real name was Grian.

when he became a red life....

That memory shook me to the very core. Everything went down hill after that.

A disease has been released over the players. It didn't affect their health, oh no, it did something way worse. You wouldn't notice that you had it until you became the Boogie man or were on your red life. The first one to experience this was a player named BDubs.

He told the others that there were voices in his head, that they were so overwhelmingly loud, that he had no choice but to give in. Then, it was Joel, he had the same thing. Soon, the disease hit me, too. When I fell off the ghast farm and have re-awaken in my bunker, I had voices before this incident but this time, they were practically yelling my ears out. 

The worst of all, when the Watchers found out, they had to leave the server. Abandon it. Leaving the corrupted players inside. Leave everyone inside to just die, permanently.

And only one would be standing above all.

Now, I know better than to trust anyone. Betrayal is something that goes through the veins of every being, Watcher or not.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I hear footsteps coming from outside the cave 'oh no...'

blood

kill

win

end him

Death for the Angel

3rd person POV

Now this was something knew. He was never called 'Angel'. He would have to look further into this later.

But now, he had more important matters to attend too. The sound of footsteps approached him, making his body tense. He came out of the cave, "Friend! Long time no see" the maniacal voice of the person he used to call a friend reached his ears.

Blood thirsty eyes, hair messy, his used-to-be-clean suit was all messed up and laughter escaped his mouth, making Xelqua shiver a little, "Mumbo....this isn't you! I don't want to fight you!" Xelqua didn't let go of his axe, just in case.

"well, that's not a problem! I could just kill oyu and be on my way!" The taller man laughed, leaping towards Xelqua with a sword in hand, ready to strike. Xelqua, who was not prepared for the sudden attack, just narrowly avoided the sword. He raised his axe to block another attack that came form his ex-friend. "Mumbo! Please! I don't want to fight you!" the shorter male pleaded, jumping out of the way from another attack.

"You'll have to fight sooner or later!" Mumbo laughed out, sticking again, Xelqua barely made the doge.

blood

murder

kill

kill

kill

death

E

Death for the Angel

There it is again, "Death for the Angel". 'What does this mean? I've never been called Angel before! Angels bring life and peace!' Xelqua was snapped out of his thoughts by a large blast. It sent him flying backwards a few block away. Multiple scratches, cuts and probably at least one broken bone was now visible on his body.

and then, another blast.

and another

and another.

Mumbo was using his powers. Red blasts were coming out from his hands, shooting Xelqua farther and farther. They were soon reaching a cliff side. mumbo's psychopathic laugh reaching Xelqua's ears.

It would soon be over for Xelqua. The smaller male noticed that Mumbo had tears streaming down his face, his mouth was saying 'I'm sorry' over and over again but nothing came out.

That's when Xelqua fell off. He was falling down the cliff, 'would this be my demise?' he thought to himself before blacking out.

His wings spread out. The not-so-humble 20 feet wing span lifting him high into the air. He took out his obsidian sword and, when landed, started to fight.

Strike, after strike, after strike came upon Mumbo (him barely blocking the strikes). Just as Xelqua managed to sweep Mumbo off his feet, he put the throat to the grounded player's neck, "Mumbo, I-I'm so sorry" The said man glared at him, eyes flaring up before going back into a dull red, "do it." He looked at his ex-friend. "Do it. Kill me. Win. Take the prize" He expanded.

Xelqua gulped. He doesn't want to hurt him. He took a deep breath and plunged the sword into Mumbo's heart. Blood spilt out of the said man's mouth as he started to cough. The gash quickly had blood coming out of it. Tears started to spill from both of the males' eyes.

Xelqua fell onto his knees, "Mumbo! I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!" he hugged his friend.

Mumbo's eyes became their natural brown, they started to feel heavy, "thank you...thank you, Grian, for all the memories on the server." At this, Xelqua had even more tears in his eyes.

The voices were cheering at the sight of blood, but quickly shut up as they realised how devastated their 'owner' was.

Mumbo's body started to vanish, leaving nothing behind. The smell of blood wasn't going to leave Xelqua's nose for a while.

He stood up, went close to the cliff, smiled and jumped. He did it. He won, but at what cost?

Was it all worth it? 

The smell and the taste of blood was still in his system.

He jumped, but this time, he let his body hit the ground.

~somewhere else~

Xelqua didn't wake up in the void or the end this time. He woke up in the woods near a cobblestone wall. There was pain all over his body, some deep gashes had blood still coming our of them.

There was a sudden pain in his arm. A pain that reminded him of a burn. He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, anticipating to find blood but he found something different.

something that was more horrifying.

There was a burn engraved on his arm. "When happiness comes to an end, there will always be the smell of blood" Xelqua read allowed.

"HEY! Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?!" There was a voice behind him. He turned around to find 5 players.

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