kinda filler, but it's Sword POV. (Players POV sometimes)
(Block tales x Phighting crossover)
When he was still a child, he was under the care of Venomshank, under training. They moved from the Lost Temple after that unpleasant incident to Crossroads.
That's when he met Rocket! With his first friend! Of course, it was difficult to be friends with him from the beginning because of his unfriendly attitude, but he achieved friendship and became friends.
It was fun, funny most importantly safe with Rocket, Venomshank approved of their friendship and allowed his friend to mess around near the training ground. But then Rocket decided to introduce him to his sibling.
Cards. Or as he is called by his nickname, Player was Rocket's stepbrother. Zuka adopted both of them, although Player later, because they had some kind of conflict in BlackRock (he and Rocket never found out what kind of), but still they somehow reconciled.
Player was the most interesting inphernal he had ever met! They was taciturn, mysterious, and most importantly very very good at wielding a sword, as if it were their element, as their equipment was completely different.
Of course, it was easier for them to make friends, but they still hid many things, even from their family. Zuka was worried about them, but hesitated to ask his child about their secrets.
Well, Sword has always been interested in their sword skills. He admired them and even to some extent exposed them as an idol, but somehow they didn't care? Yes, they did not pay attention to this, and Sword recalled with shame how he told his mentor about Player.
"And they're just like that! I didn't even blink an eye at how they handled the dummies at once! They are very fast and their movements always surprise me!" Sword once again told Venomshank about his idol.
"Is that so?" Venomshank asks him while listening to him. "Can I meet them? How old are they anyway?»
Sword scratched his head in embarrassment, realizing that he had blabbed too much. Planer didn't like attention, and he brought the Deity's interest on them. "They're two years older than me."
"That's how it is." Venomshank nodded. "Can I meet them?"
"I'll ask them.." Sword felt like it was a bad idea. Maybe should have kept quiet.
The next time he came to visit, Player locked himself in his room. Zuka replied that it was a common thing, that sometimes they needed to be alone.
Rocket was out due to training, so it was him and them. Although with no particular desire, Zuka gave him permission to visit them, although he said it was better not to touch them.
Sword knocked on the door and stood awkwardly in front of him. Soon, it opened and a Plane appeared in front of the swordsman. They didn't look any better, to put it mildly. They had Bags under their eyes, looked tired, and looked like they were pining for someone. Sword doesn't know if he's an empath, but he felt their longing.
«Hi,” Sword said with unsure smile.
“Hi you too.” They answered back. “What do you need?”
"Oh.. uh..." The boy hesitated, looking confused. "My mentor.. He wants to see you.. Do you mind coming to my house with me this evening?"
Before Player could reply, Sword interrupted them.
"Don't worry about it! This.. It's not necessary! I'll tell him that you're feeling unwell-»
Player sighed, putting his hand on their shoulder. "It's okay. I'll go with you."
Sword nodded, feeling inexplicably anxious.
Zuka let them in, even though he asked the Player if they felt okay. The teenager just nodded and rolled his eyes, making Zuka sweat.
On the way home to Sword, there was silence between them. The swordsman wanted to ask him a lot of questions, about where they learned to use a sword like that, about whether they would mind training with them. And most importantly, did they become friends?
Unfortunately, he couldn't because they were already at his door to the house. After opening the door, Sword let Player in first. Player was still silent, though their eyes narrowed.
" Sword.. What's your mentor's name?" they asked, looking uncertain.
“Venomshank.. Why do you ask-”
"Hello, nice to meet you.» The God of the dead approached them, looking intimidating but still curious. He looked at Player with the same gaze, as if trying to recognize him. «I see you're Player, right?"
Player froze, not knowing what to say. "So here he is.. Venomshank.." they thought, looking at them too.
Coughing, they stood in an even position, extending their hand to shake. "Interesting.. What would Griefer say if he met him?" Their thoughts were filled with memories of my friend, who was sometimes a jerk. But they were still their friend.
Sword nervously looked out for both of them, swallowing his saliva. «Uh, yeah! It's Player!" they smiled wryly.
Venomshank nodded, taking their hand in a handshake. The silence between them was awkward and tense.
"Tell me, Player.. Have we met by any chance?"
Player froze, blinking, looking like a duck. Their hand unconsciously tightened, causing the god to hiss in pain.
Noticing this, the infernal immediately lowered his hand, bowing apologetically. "I'm sorry.. I-"
"Nothing, nothing.. It's all right. You really have a strong grip for a mortal.. And if you'll excuse me, I'll probably go." Venomshank shook his head, without taking his eyes off Player. "But I'll ask you one thing. Can we meet more often? Your company.. Quite pleasant and familiar"
Sword, who was standing between them, listened to their dialogue in disbelief. "What the hell," he thought.
Player swallowed them and nodded, silently. They wanted to sink through the ground.
The god nodded and left, leaving the two teenagers alone. Sword looked at his friend with a worried look and came over, putting his hand on their shoulder.
"Is everything okay? You know... Do you really not know him?" he asked, watching Player nervously pat themselves.
“no... I don't know.. I think I'll go home." they bit their lips, clenching their hands into a fist.
Sword stayed, watching his friend leave in obvious panic.. He couldn't get close and calm her down. He was distraught.
Was there something between Venomshank and Player?
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