HELLO YOU LOVELY PEOPLEE!!
Take some brotherly stuff and Hels h/c because we all need that in our lives.

TWs: Swearing, Injuries (mostly just listed, not in-depth detail)

Enjoyyy!!

"Xay! How are you do-"
"Don't talk to me."
"W-what?.. Xay?"
"You. Fucking. Heard. Me."
"Xay.. what did I do? I fucked up again, didn't I?"
"Just. Leave."
"...Fine.."

He sprinted, ignoring the pain stabbing his chest or the thoughts running through his mind. He had nowhere to go. He just ran for the portal. He felt the heat of his surroundings fade as he fell onto the grass, shivering from the chilling atmosphere. Rain gently fell from the sky, getting heavier and heavier the more he laid there. He couldn't make out how it felt, the rain hitting his face. It almost hurt, like a scold, leaving an invisible mark on his skin with each drop. It hurt but he felt like he deserved it, because whatever he did, whoever he talked to, he always messed it up. With his brother, he ruined their relationship, which led him to Xay when he was left, outcast by the hermits with the destroyed bond. He knew he'd end up losing Xay, so he messaged his brother, to try and fix things. It took a while, especially with the things that happened between them. He wanted his brother back but the scars can't be undone. The two were close again but neither of them forgot what happened that day, the day their worlds collapsed.

Hels gazed up at the night sky, phantoms circling the area, scouting for him. He hadn't slept in days, he was too busy training, making time for everyone, keeping the nether decently tidy for the hermits when they visited. He stared up at the night sky, looking at the stars and how they all fit together, no outcast in the sky. God I wonder how that would feel.. Not being outcasted by everyone.

He sat up, focusing his gaze on the house in the distance, the distant glow of the fire and the blob of a figure sat on the edge of the cliff. He groaned as he got up, catching the attention of the phantoms above. "Stupid fucking phantoms.." he muttered to himself, drawing his sword. Fighting phantoms were the absolute worst. They clawed at him and dove into him as he occasionally got a hit off on them. The deep phantom scratches added to the collections of burns, cuts, grazes, probably even fractures and broken bones from the nether. It never truly hurt, the only things that really hurt were words and emotions. They cut deep, leaving a harsh pain stabbing in his chest. The words Wels spat, the words Xisuma shouted, the words Xay threw at him, all made him want to leave, want to either die or start anew. Just. Restart everything. Become a new person, leave the old Hels behind. But that couldn't happen. Not with the bonds he fixed with his brother.

The blood dripped from his arm, leaving a stain on the grass. He sighed and looked back at the portal. Is this a good idea? Probably not. But am I the one who comes up with the good ideas? Nope. His gaze returned to the house, glaring at the glow. His feet slowly dragged forwards, the feeling of his feet through the soft grass filling him with joy. He barely ever walked around barefoot, the nether was boiling and would burn the soles of his feet. He held his shoes in his hand, trying to stay quiet and calm as the hermits around slept. The soft grass, the sticky mud, the gentle rain, all reminded him of the joy he once felt, before he carried every fucking burden, before he had all the pressure put on him, before the day his world collapsed.

Blood stained a trail behind him as he walked, open grazes and cuts bleeding out. His footsteps were gentle, the pace fast. He needed shelter, and he needed support. Both he could potentially get from his brother. He felt the texture under his feet change from soft grass to sharp, painful gravel. He shoved his shoes back on over his feet and sighed. He looked up, the steep cliff towering over him. He placed his hand on a latch, his foot on another, and began climbing up towards his final destination. Skeletons shot, aiming for him as spiders and phantoms tried attacking from the other angles. Hels couldn't just stop climbing, the mobs would beat him off and force him to fall to his death. Phantoms scratched at his back, leaving deep cuts bleeding out. He groaned, and kept climbing, his elbow clicking with every movement. The top was so close but so far, he knew he couldn't possibly make it.

One movement...

Another one..

One...

Last...

One..

He made it...

He ran, he sprinted. The nearest form of shelter was the house, the house he used to share with his brother. He slowed down, stopping in front of the door. He took a deep breath in and knocked on the door.

"Hello! How can I hel- Hels?! What happened to you?!"
"..long story.."
"Let's get you inside and all bandaged up first, then you can explain what happened and why you're here."
"...m'kay.."

Hels sighed, entering the neatly decorated hallway, paintings hung along the walls. A coat rack stood to his side and a cabinet the other side. The place already seemed so tidy, tidier than what he was used to. His hair drooped in his face as he walked down the corridor, unaware of his injuries that covered his body. The living room was decorated neatly, the couch and chairs all positioned around a coffee table and a TV that hung on the wall. Books, newspapers, Wels's communicator, pens, all laid, scattered, along the coffee table. Behind the seating area, there was a bookshelf, snooker table, and board games all neatly stood. The lighting was from a hanging chandelier, the light gentle and warm. He gazed out the window, the sunset and mountain landscape easily visible. He sat down slowly onto the chair as Wels got the supplies to bandage his wounds. He looked down, blood covering all his clothes. The phantom scratches bled out, pouring blood down his arm. The smaller scratches bled but not severely. His left arm seemed out of place, almost wonkier than the other, Hels assuming it was broken. He didn't realise how injured he was, until now, sitting down in his brother's living room.

"So, care to explain what happened to you?"
"You mean the injuries or why I'm here?"
"Preferably both but I'd prefer to know why you're here."

Hels sighed, staring down at the floor.

"God, this is a bad idea.. To be honest, I don't really know why I'm here. Xay kinda just told me to fuck off and I thought the best place to come was here... I don't know.."
"I'm glad you found this place the place you went to, honestly. If you stayed in the nether you would've died probably, and all the other hermits wouldn't want to see you..."

There was a short silence, Wels bandaging the gashes on his arm. Hels stared down at the floor.

"Give me your arm would ya?"
"Okay sure let me just get my sword out and cut it off for ya."
"HELS-"
"What?"
"I don't mean literally, I need to bandage it, you dumbass."
"Oh, yeah."
"Anyways, what happened for you to get all these injuries? And how the hell did you not notice how injured you were?!"

"Well, to answer the second part I have CIPA, Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis. And the first part, well.. I know I was attacked by phantoms and shit outside aka the deep cuts. That's all I really know tbh.. I know me and Xay used to fight a shit ton to train and I had to fight nether mobs but I don't really know why I'm so injured.."

"Oh Hels... Stay here for the night, it'll be for the best. I'll go get you some food and drink then set up a bed or something for you."
"Wels, it's fine."
"It's not like you have anywhere you can go dumbass, and besides I need to make sure you heal properly. I'll message Stress to see if she can come over tomorrow with some healing potions to check up on you."

Wels stood up swiftly, walking towards the door.

"...Wels?"
"Yeah?"
"...Thank you.."
"Anything for my brother.."

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Okay but that's the most motivation we've had in a while /pos

Hope you enjoyed, leave suggestions for oneshots here if you would like.
Would y'all be interested in a possible part 2? /genq /nf

Anyways, that's all!! Bye :D

~Nether System