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Purple startled awake. He was still in the house his dad built, but something was.. Wrong. The air was stiff and tilted. He blinks a few times to wake himself up more, when he spots it. The blurry lumpy shape colored in red and white, sticking out like a sore thumb in the bland (though lovely) orange ceiling. A screech of violin strings play in his head.
The air escapes his lungs before he gasps loudly, crawling forward to his dad, who was sleeping (rather uncomfortably by the look of it) he shakes his shoulders, hearing the familiar grumbling of his dad.
“Hnng.. Purple… why do you always… wake so early…”
He doesn’t have time to roll his eyes because theres TNT on the ceiling and everyone is asleep. He scrambles past his dad, to his friends. Standing tall, he feels his legs wobble. He had to wake everyone up. A crescendo of violins plays behind his ears as he raises his hands. Thankfully his friends weren't heavy sleepers (something about pranks) he raises his hands above his head and claps his hands as loud as he can. He points above him to the tnt.
As his friends, and dad wake up, he stares around the house. Something was wrong something other than the tnt littered above him. He whorls around, looking widely, his skin felt cold, like it was anticipating some penny to drop.
The blur of Yellow clearing the tnt, Blue looking at something near the doorway? And Orange and red talking by the table. Purple can’t help but feel lost somehow. With his dad’s hand on his shoulder, he takes a moment to think.
Who was he missing. Yellow’s here. Blue is here. Orange is here.. Red is most certainly here. Green is-
“Where’s Green!?”
Somewhere in his mind plays a high-pitched shrill shriek, coming to a full stop. And he freezes. The color gang crowd around where Green had been sleeping. The others start to panic, looking around, Purple thrusts himself out of his fathers steady hand.
Moving foreword, he gets close enough to tune back in, and tune out the whisper of a muffled clarinet. Red had hopped off the table a wild panic in his eyes, akin to when he lost Rueben on a walk.
Pointing towards the door, Red exclaims “he’s gotta be out there! With all this tnt around he probably caught that damn armor stand! Or needs our help!” he motions for the group to follow, and Purple is gunning to, when unexpectedly, Blue stops him.
“Red!” she pushes her arms ahead of herself, almost hitting Red in the chest. “Think clearly about this. We don’t know anything about this place! Or what resides here. Green is very smart! I’m sure they’re on their way back right now.”
Purple glares at the other. Sure, Green was clever; he could handle himself. But they were also very.. Monophobic would be the best word for it. And he wasn’t embarrassed about it either. So sure, Green could be handling himself, but he could be panicking. But Blue knew that so why..?
Purple doesn't have much time to think about it.
“But he might need us NOW!” Red feints left, then hard turns right under Blue’s arm. Running off. Blue is quick to follow, after momentarily panicking. And Purple leans foreward, ready to run. He needs to be there for Green.
Though a hand latches onto his wrist, and for a moment Purple flinches, thinking he’s somewhere else. The thrumming of strings plays in his mind as he turns to look at his Dad (not his father, his dad). Who pulls him back and shakes his head.
His dad talks, almost whispers, “Purple.. No. Just wait for them to come back.. Answer can all regroup”
Come back? Purple’s eyes widen. They weren't coming back! Red was as impulsive as his hits were hard! Purple glares hard at his dad (he regrets it almost immediately), letting out an angry thrum of strings. He yanks his hand out of his dad’s hands, sprinting off to catch up with the others.
He hears a faint ‘stay put!’ from his dad as he scrambles down the broken(!?) cobblestone stairs.
He sees Blue smoothly swing himself from the bottom of a broken set of steps, and Purple hurries to do the same. His grip lets him go before he’s ready, hands sweating too quickly to adjust, and he catches himself in a rolling landing. He looks up to see Blue chasing after Red past a creeper(?) hole. The smell of gunpowder sharpens his senses enough to let him think as he chases his friends.
Logically, Green would’ve woken them up if something was wrong. He was very attentive and used it to his advantage (in a good way). So if he didn't come and get his friends (they're very skilled and kind friends). Then it must have been urgent. That damn armour stand. They should’ve left it to freeze.
A helpful and comforting clarinet harmony sings him back to life, allowing him to see Blue slowing to a halt, shaking Red, and saying something about ‘turning back’. Red is panting heavily flushed in the face. Purple skids to a halt as something sharp catches his eye.
A netherite sword…
He crouches to pick it up.
Green didn’t have a netherite sword. No. that damn armour stand did.
Purple fights the boiling of his blood to look at the cave beyond them. Blocks glitch in front of him and he narrows his eyes.
A faint padding sound creeps up behind him, but he doesn’t even have to look to know who it is.
A glow moves in front of him, his dad holding a lantern. He’s breathing a little heavy, and Purple cringes. He’ll need to apologize to him later. He feels his eyes on him, so he looks to the ground. The feeling of shame rising in him.
He doesn't regret running off. How could he? It may be a bit stupid not to go as a group, but he couldn’t just. He couldn’t.
…
He needs to do this. He..
His hand grips the ground.
“Red wait!”
Then, torn out of his blubbering, Red dashes off.
Purple has to admire him, where Purple is held back by overwhelming anxiety, Red just blazes through it. Blue is close behind, and Purple finally rises to stand.
He looks to his dad this time. Who sighs.
“Purple. Let me at least come with you, okay?”
Purple nods. And he, with his dad, follow Blue and Red.