#unstableverse

all of it.

i found a playlist of all episodes in chronological order.

144 episodes

ive watched 5

"I hate when you do that bro- Why do you always have to go and-??"

"It's the immortal demon, I gotta get more kills than you, show em who the ~real demon~ is around here-" *breaks down snickering*

Wemmbu cycles through items on the ground, dumping them into various empty shulkers. He can sort them later... probably.... maybe.....

Flamefrags groans, half frustrated and maybe lighthearted, running up to hit a few crits on Wemmbu. Flame already filled up his enderchest. Wemmbu scrambles to swap out his armor.

"HEY! MY DURA! IM LOOTING!"

"MACE ATTAAACK!"

"THAT'S MY LINE!"

Of course, Flame doesn't even have a mace in his inventory right now, but Wemmbu doesn't need to know that.

"Well now you know how it feels, huh?? That's what you get for playing with fire"

"Playing with- *snrrk-* Fleeeeeemmmm~ Flem playin with fiyahhh ough so scary... OW STOP!"

"At least I HAVE a brand, you just wanna steal my title!"

"I don't care about yo title bro"

"YES YOU DO you're always goin on about- How you're a 'real demon' and all that YOU CAN'T EVEN BEAT ME IN A FIGHT"

"I'm not fighting you right now I have no gear- are you actually butthurt about this??"

"*No*, I just don't *get* you!"

"I mean like. I *am* a demon."

"No you are *not*!"

"No like LITERALLY- sort of? Kind of. I basically am the demon- dude did you not know this?"

"Genuinely what are you talking about."

The purple man's cloak flutters and flows, as he turns to face his blindfolded companion.

"Hold your hands out."

"What?"

"Hold your hands out."

"*Why*."

"Because you're less dirty than the *everything else*- Oh my god bro just do it im asking you to put your arms in front of you it's not that hard!"

"Okay okay!"

Flame puts his arms out. Wemmbu walks close, Flame takes half a step back and pulls out his totem, and Wemmbu rolls his head in mimicry of rolling his eyes.

"I'm not gonna kill you."

"You never know."

The purple... creature, comes to a stop about three steps from the fire-blessed human. Dirtied claws dig into the blood-smeared dirt, and long, frayed fabric hangs stiffly around its frame.

Flamefrags knows, expects- ...

Vaguely, he knows what to expect. He knows what the other's been talking about. He knows the stories, the myths, the strangeness that comes with the bodies that inhabit Unstable. He knows. It's not too farfetched for an actual demon to exist. That's why there are stories, no?

So when that faint pink, enchanted glow, lifts the battered rounded mask...

...A black cat haughtily jumps into his arms, and spins to face the unmasked demon corpse, raising its head proudly as it stares back at the skull of its counterpart.

"*This* is a *Real* demon."

Flame is genuinely, entirely, absolutely.

Fucking Betrayed.

"WHY IS EVERYONE I KNOW A FURRY!?!"