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as soon as you were out, the second lucky immediately pushed you back into the trunk of the vehicle; the winged lucky helped the young girl into the back as well, much to the others disappointment. they seemed to get in some sort of argument, the winged lucky speaking while gesturing angrily in the unknown language. the other lucky didnt seem to speak, only snorting and huffing. you took this time to look over the new lucky and young girl.

the new lucky was most definitely some sort of piglin; if it werent for the attire, you would have assumed he was one of the nether beasts. despite never daring to go into the nether, youve heard stories and have been witness to the piglins that became zombified and harmless. the lucky in front of you wasnt dressed in the normal rugged, brown clothes that the piglins wore with undeserved pride. he was dressed as more of a pirate or maybe an undressed king. however, he also had a crown tied to his belt.

turning your full attention to the young girl next to you, you gave her a small smile. she had dirty blonde hair and big, sad hazel eyes. she wasnt too badly injured, just a small cut on cheek and some bruising on her arm. she looked over at you when she realized you had been staring. tears pricked her eyes, but she hadnt cried yet. she looked around the age of 10, maybe even as low as 8.

"hi there," you started quietly, "whats your name?"

she sniffled, "hailey."

"hello, hailey. im (y/n)," you told her as you moved a little closer to her. "how old are you hailey?"

"im-- im 9. i turn 10 next month," she whispered, wiping at her nose with her wrist. despite the unintelligible arguing, your words made her calmer.

"well, hailey, how about we get to know each other a bit more? whats your favorite colour?"

you and hailey spent most of the rest of the day chatting, talking about everything and anything you could think of. in that time, the two luckies had stopped fighting, seemingly have coming to an agreement. you tried to communicate with the piglin and while he did seem to understand you, he was unable to respond. or maybe he could and he just wasnt interested in talking. he had patched your arm up, and gave hailey a bandage earning thanks from you both.

it was now a bit late. hailey had fallen asleep around 20 minutes ago and the two luckies had managed to miraculously fit it the truck. the winged lucky was laying on his stomach, letting hailey lean into him to sleep; one thing you had quickly noticed about him was that he was very good at earning others trust. and that scared you. the piglin lucky put himself in front of the broken window. all three of you were still awake.

despite having a full stomach and not being in as much pain as before, you couldnt sleep. you were thinking of ways to communicate with the other two awake beings in the car when an idea hit you.

the piglin could understand you but he couldnt talk to you; maybe you could get him to write some things? it was worth a shot.

you reached into the front seat - which earned some suspicion from the piglin - and searched for anything you could use. you ended up w a red ink pen and a blank envelope which was fine. you sat in front of the piglin, pushing the envelope and pen to him while the winged lucky watched you with confusion.

"i'm (y/n), do you two have names...?" you stuttered out, now less confident in yourself at the thought that they didnt have names or maybe didnt remember them. the piglin grunted and began writing something down much to your joy.

after a few minutes of writing, he finally handed it back to you. you knew not to expect anything big from the non-verbal, four fingered piglin, but you got more than what you expected. on the page were two names as two other, slightly further away names. you shot him a confused look. he sighed, grabbing the paper back and pointed at one of the names. "techno." he then pointed back to himself. "phil" he then proceeded to point back at the winged lucky who seemed happy to hear you say his named. the last two names you didn't read out, he pointed to them and then pointed outside.

"uh... are they here?" he shook his head.

"are theeeey.... coming here?" another shake of the head.

"i dont know? im not good at guessing games," you joked. he rolled his eyes and began writing something more. techno turned it back towards you.

"oh.... youre looking for them," you guessed. he nodded sitting the paper down.

on the paper were two names and a drawing. the names being 'wilbur' and 'tommy.' a small drawing of an eye sat in between the names.

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in that time, phil had found comfort in running his fingers through the soft, albeit oily, hair of the human. he tried to think of anyway he could converse with them. hes met a few humans that didnt try to kill him before, he couldnt understand one of them. their was an obvious language barrier between them. techno understood some of the human language, but he didnt speak. his head was starting to hurt from thinking so much.

when they had finally awoken, they immediately jerked away from phil. he understood why, yet part of him still felt hurt by it. he remembers raising...... what was he doing again?

phil tried his hardest to talk them down, he really did, but they didnt seem to understand his words. so he tried rubbed their shoulder and held them until they were just softy hiccuping.

phil attempted to make eye contact with them when they pulled away, but they seemed to be looking out the windows, searching for something. maybe they were looking for techno?

they made strange noises, but phil just shrugged. he didn't understand them either, which means vocal communication was not possible. they both probably looked extremely upset.

phil heard growling and immediately knew where it was coming from. they must of been without food for a day or two. hed have to go get techno now and look for some food.

he was about to exit through the middle seat before they stopped him. phil watched with curiosity, but also excitement at their non-verbal communication. he watched as they had managed to open the back and he exited the vehicle, motioning for them to stay.

off he was to find techno.

phil didn't remember much from before. no one did. sometimes some things would remind him of things he shoulve known about, yet he didnt. last week, he saw a human singing to her child before scattering at the sight of him. it made him think of doing something similar at one point, but he remembered no more of that. he saw two brothers fighting some zombies and spiders together before they ran when phil got rid of the mobs. everything felt so familiar, but at the same time, so different.

techno helped that feeling. phil recognized him as his best friend, his roommate. he felt content with knowing something about his past. but it wasnt enough to get rid of the hole he felt whenever he saw a child or a pair of brothers. something big was missing, and he hoped the human could help him find that piece.

techno picked up some gauze wrap and put in the bag he had picked up at the front of the store. he didnt feel comfortable leaving phil alone due to the language barrier between him and most other creature, yet he was willing if it meant they could find what they were looking for.

technoblade didnt know what they were looking for, but phil made it out to be big. techno wasnt sure if phil knew what they were looking for himself. techno had some idea of who they needed to find. the face of pain, yet also innocence was some what foggy in his mind. he knew that they had to be here somewhere, but where...

phil had made his way inside the rather small store he had knew techno was in. the large piglin seemed to be looking at rubbing alcohol, most likely deciding which would be best to use for a few months. phil made his presence know with a simple greeting. techno just huffed in response. not much else he could do, of course. the piglin lost the ability to speak during the change.

phil and techno "discussed" many things while they grabbed food and medicine from the store. they "talked" of what they knew about their past, discussed the shared love for potatoes, and wondered how they would communicate with the trunk human.

they were almost to the vehicle when they saw an older man reaching under a car and they heard a young girls cries. both noticed the trunk open and the human missing, so they used common sense and figured they may have been under the car.

techno dropped his bag of supplies before heading behind the man and lifting his ask pickaxe high (yea, he still has that-) and slamming it down as hard as hard as he could. the girl's crying stopped and nothing besides the sound of nature was heard. techno used his pickaxe to drag the man out from under the car and phil lifted up the bag before making his way towards him.

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phil grabbed his friends arm and told him to stay away from the vehicle as he tried to peacefully knock again. all they did was shriek, so he stepped away from the vehicle and to his friends side.

they waited for a long while, occasionally going near the vehicle to listen and see if they were still awake and crying. they waited and waited until it was completely silent inside the vehicle.

phil decided to use his time trying to get in the vehicle while techno wandered off to go look for supplies. phil took his time searching around the vehicle, after all he wasnt in any rush to freak out the human again.

eventually, his eyes landed on the door techno rammed. it had a pretty large dent in it. he noticed that the space in the door above the handle was cracked, so he pressed his feathered hand up to it only for it to be stopped.

he moved to the door behind it and put his hand towards the space again, only for it to be stopped. phil quickly realized that their was glass there and immediately rammed his shoulder into it. the glass shattered immediately.

it took some difficultly, but phil managed to squeeze his way into the vehicle. there was an area that would allow him into the back of the vehicle to where the human was.

phil loomed over the human, staring down at them with slightly confused eyes. they were curled up and had dried tears still left on their face. they seemed to curl tighter around their stomach. he mostly noticed the large slash mark on their left arm. it seemed to be caused by a knife or other sharp item.

this would be rather tough getting them calm when they would wake up.

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you already knew what was happening to the poor man. it was an ability one of the bad lucks possessed. he could control you, manipulate you into believing something that wasnt true. hed make you think you were terminally ill or that everything was fake and no one was real.

eventually, his manipulation tactics would drive you to suicide. youve been lucky to avoid his ability for this long. you remember when you witnessed it in person.

after hours of walking, you had finally reached the place that all the others were talking about. a place where you could escape the luckies and mobs, a place that had a plan. there was an island on the east coast. it was known to be completely void of anything dangerous. the community there were very friendly. the place you were currently at held the only boats in the city and they were all set to take people to the island.

many other people were there, all extremely friendly. almost as if nothing had happened to the earth. you had gotten into some small talk with a few teenagers. two girls and three boys. they said, 'we were at school during the time,' the girls started. 'the boys were at football practice and we were in algebra.' she explains, 'we were doing a group assignment with another boy when we heard an announcement telling us to go on lockdown.' one of the boys spoke, 'we were rushed inside as soon as possible, but we werent fast enough. our quarterback was swept into the air by this purple mass. we all just started running.' the other girl continued, 'our teacher ended up abandoning us. we were scared and knew it wasnt safe, so we got up and fled the classroom.' a second boy starts, 'when we all met up in the hall, we just stuck together. weve never left each others side since.'

they asked, 'what about you?' you pushed yourself to remember all the details. it was around two pm when you heard the shrieking and saw all of those people running. you were chatting with a co-worker. you and her both made eye contact before going outside to check what was happening. it was a mess, all of the running people, the huge ravine, the beasts that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmare. you knew better than to stick around. you and your co-worker both. so you made a run for your truck. however, she got hurt. you didnt know exactly what happened, but she was unable to walk. she begged you to leave her. so you did, and you beat yourself up for it everyday. they knew your pain. the boy that the girls had been working with in algebra got pushed into a ravine while they were running out of the school.

then someone from the boat that had just left came struggling onto the dock from the water. he was on the brink of death and gave us a warning. 'the island.... it isnt safe,' he started. 'one of those monsters.... it knew somehow. it attacked the island with a few others..... theyre all dead.' he couldnt get anything else out before dying himself.

then a woman stood up, screaming. she held a baby in her arms before lifting them up high and slamming the poor thing to the ground. it had died immediately. she was screaming at us like a mad man, saying, 'it was a monster! were all monsters!! none of this is real, we need to escape!' others tried to get her to calm down, but she wouldnt listen. one of the teenage boys next to you pointed it out. her eyes were completely green. she had no irises or pupils. it was just green.

it happened so fast. she had pulled a glass shard out of her pocket and stabbed some poor lady with it. she just kept stabbing and stabbing. the poor womans face, it was horrid. her eyes had almost been pulled out by the glass, her nose was all bent wrong, but the worst part was that she was still alive. her screams were ear piercing and she was still flailing. eventually two men managed to pry her off the woman, but by then we all knew there was no saving her. the teenage girls were sobbing, one vomited. two of the boys were freaking out while the other just stared in horror.

the woman struggled until she got her arm free and then plunged the glass into her neck. everyone was panicking but all we could do was watch as she bleed out. the green faded from her eyes as they returned back to normal blue irises that were wide in horror, before they relaxed.

you werent given enough time to process the death before the site was attacked itself. you dont know what happened to those teens, but wherever they are, you pray theyre okay.

but onto the man outside. he was screaming at someone who you knew probably wasnt there. you were just gonna ignore it as you usually did until you heard a girls cries. she sounded so young, she sounded so terrified. you know you should leave it alone, but you wanted to help. you needed to help. so you popped the trunk and bolted towards the man. he looked to be in his late 40s, possibly late 50s. they were most likely father in daughter judging by their similar looks but that wasnt what mattered.

you rammed into the mans side as hard as you possibly could, most definitely making your arm worse in the process. he let go of the young girl and you immediately grabbed her and rushed under a car that was low to the ground. as you expected, he was unable to reach you. but he would figure a way. you knew he would.

the girl couldnt help but scream in terror as he continued to shove a sharp hunting knife closer and closer to the two of you. the other side of the car was blocked so all you could do was make sure you were closer to him than she was.

and then blood was spit all over you and the girl. the mans eyes were wide as they switched from the piercing green back to soft hazel. tears fell out of his eyes as he coughed up more blood. the knife fell out of his grasp and his body went slack. he stared at the girl and gave one last sad smile before his face relaxed. he was gone.

the girl stopped screaming and quietly sobbed in your grasp as this had all happened. his body was dragged away and a shadow was present over the mans corpse. you could make out some sort of hooves? they looked exactly like pigs feet. the being seemed to have brown pants and maybe some sort of cape on?

as you and the girl stayed quiet and still in hopes of avoiding attention from the beast, you saw another pair of animal typed feet. this time you recognized them.