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JudeLow had disappeared. The notorious, well-known trapper had just vanished one day, and nobody knew why or where he went.
Yet, now, he was suddenly back at the entrance of his base, which Sharpness decided to inhabit after Jude went off the grid.
This wouldn’t have been as unexpected,—it was his base after all—if only he hadn’t arrived in such a state. He’d been beat up, badly. He was forcibly limping and had a wound—a cut, likely from a sword—just below his ribs. He pressed it firmly, his chest heaving like he’d been running. It was a displeasing sight to see. In every small movement and twitch he made, you could tell he was in pain.
“Sharp?” Parker called, ascending the stairs after receiving no answer. “Who’s-“ he trailed off, as his eyes caught a glimpse of the trembling, injuried form that stood just outside the entrance. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god- Jude?” Parker immediately asked, worried and concerned. “What- What happened?” He didn’t even mention where he’d been. That was a question for later. “I- Nothing. Doesn’t matter. Just- fucking help me, please.” His plea sounded sad, almost like he was—
He was begging. JudeLow was fucking begging. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was bleeding out and in pain, Sharpness thought it was hilarious. He still couldn’t hold back a small chuckle as he stepped back to let the Enderman shoo him inside to tend to his wounds. He followed the two, Parker’s face one of clear as day worry. Neither of the three said anything until they were finally inside the base, and Parker quickly ran to get bandages and whatever else he needed to treat Jude’s wounds. Meanwhile, Sharpness took the hoodie Jude had already abandoned and set it down, draped over the couch. Parker returned with a roll of bandages, tissues, Antiseptic and a clean cloth. He gestured for Jude to follow him to the kitchen island, where he put down all of the equipment and took a deep breath. “Right. Can you let go for a bit? I wanna see how bad it is.” Jude hesitated, but complied, wincing as he let go of the cut. Parker inspected it, his face scrunching up as he saw the damage. “Oh, fuck. That’s- definitely not good.” He sighed, as Jude put his hand back to put pressure on it. Parker grabbed the antiseptic and cloth, carefully wetting the cloth with it. He then turned back to Jude, pausing. “Alright. It’s gonna sting, just so you know.” Jude nodded and lifted the bottom of his shirt so that Parker could clean the wound, sucking in a breath as the stingy liquid touched the exposed, blood-stained flesh of his open wound. Sharpness glanced over, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for Jude. He winced as Parker gently and carefully cleaned the cut, and he breathed a sigh of relief after he’d finished.
Parker took the bandages, finishing by bandaging the large, scraped cut. He sighed, stepping back and deciding he was happy enough with the bigger problem being dealt with. “Alright,” he noted to himself. Now he had to take care of the rest of the wounds and he’d be done.
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Even Sharpness himself felt slightly relieved, a weight being lifted off his shoulders as Parker finally fixed up all of Jude’s injuries. Jude sighed, exhausted from all of the running he’d done. “So, Jude. Where have you been, and why did you just leave like that?” Parker finally asked. Jude thought about how to explain himself, unsure of what words to use to make it sound believable. “I-I don’t know where to start,” Jude chuckled. Parker remained stubborn, still. “Just start.” Sharp was curious, too. Their last interaction was when he betrayed Jude, and it was radio silence that followed. No Fuck you, Sharp, no follow up about I’m going to beat the shit out of you I swear, just silence. Not even a message in chat.
JudeLow was slain by conexion
Spongs: ?
_TaiMC: Sharplow betrayal
ItzN00b: what happened
conexion: W
Whisper to JudeLow: |
Whisper to JudeLow: ?|
Whisper to JudeLow: |
Whisper to JudeLow: Are you not mad or|
Whisper to JudeLow: |
He’d decided against it. If Jude wasn’t mad, then that was his choice. Maybe he wanted to forgive Sharpness, maybe he was upset. Maybe he was too mad to say anything about it. But surely one day he’d get his sweet revenge, or even just ask about why he betrayed him. Wrong. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. No reply, No response.