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They held their pouches in their hands, trying to muffle the sounds of clacking from their dice as they ran. Their lungs burned and itched for air; barely picking their sore feet and the exhaustion weighing them down. Their eyes darted around everywhere, looking for eyes in the dark shadows surrounding them in the forests or listening for a sinister laughing.
Slimecicle suddenly halted, opening his pink dice pouch and pulling out a small, green marble. He smashed it on the ground, stepping back to allow a light green mist form around and circling them. The mist enveloped them, taking them away from the dark forest.
The comfort of their travel ended quickly, the mist disappearing and revealing a new world.
Like all the others, they were bare and empty. White noise filled their ears even when they tried to catch their breath. They weren’t sure if it was nighttime, no clouds or stars hung above them and the smell of rot and flesh had them gagging.
Slime looked back at his friends, hunched over and kept himself standing with his hands on his knees. They were tired, battered and bruised. Dried blood smeared on them; it frightened him how it almost looked normal.
Grizzly collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily while Condifiction and Bizly used each other to balance themselves. Everyone was coughing and moaning in pain, their lungs and legs demanding for a break. They couldn’t keep doing this; they couldn’t continue running from him . They would be slowly killing themselves rather than taking their quick death.
Finally, someone spoke up to break the silence. “Where the hell are we?” Bizly questioned, glancing around the barren world. Around them were crumpled modern buildings and remains of what would’ve been some kind of red flesh monster laid lifeless on the ground.
Slime gulped and turned away, coughing due to his dry throat. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, avoiding his friend's eyes.
“Do you think it’s safe for us to rest?” Grizzly wheezed out, slowly sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. “Like, we won’t get caught or we won’t die?”
Slime looked back at the dead, red flesh creature, shivered and gulped. “I’m gonna say yes. We haven’t seen anything alive in awhile, I doubt we will find anything here.”
They sat on the ash covered ground, trying to fill the white noise with the sounds of dice. Not rolling, the fear of him finding them in the back of their heads. Rolling or simply holding them in their hands and shivering at the cold metal. Slime looked down at his shoulder, seeing the small slime laying on his wounded shoulder. The little green blob seemed to be asleep. He was glad to grab his little blobs, else his shoulder would’ve gotten infected. The man grinned tiredly, petting its little squishy head and hearing a small purr.
“What was this world called again?” Bizly pondered, looking around. “Nightmare city? Dreams?”
“City of Nightmares,” Slime corrected, bringing his knees close to his chest. He chewed at his chapped lips as he thought about this world. Was it really gone? Did he go through with his promise?
Of course he did. He didn’t know anyone else who would be crazy enough to eradicate worlds of all life. Even the worst and hardest monsters he could imagine didn’t stand a chance against the chaos. His chest began to ache. He was responsible for this, he was responsible for all of their deaths.
A quick flick at his head snapped him out of his thoughts, a flask bottle of water in front of his eyes. Condi stood in front of him, staring at him with tired eyes. “Drink up,” he said, putting the flask in his hands. “I’ll take the first watch and then after we’re rested we have to keep moving.”
“Thanks,” he croaked, popping the cork off and chugging the cool liquid. It felt like he had gone days without water, his throat dry to the point it hurt to swallow and his voice was meek.
Condi sat next to him, wincing at his sore body. “How’s your shoulder doing?” he asked, moving his head side to side and groaning at the small pop .
Slime shrugged, tilting the bottle up to catch the last few drops of water. “Slimes are good for numbing the pain, so I can’t feel it.” he answered. “But I can’t keep him on there, I’m gonna have to bandage it up.”
“Well fuck us then because I don’t think we brought any first aid. We had to leave in a hurry,” Condi adjusted his headphones around his neck. “This is your world, do you think any supplies survived the purge?”
Slime raised his shoulders and stared at the ground, dragging his fingers around the ash. “I hope so.” he said. “If not, how much longer do you think we can go on before he finds us?”
The silence came once more. He knew the answer; they all did. They were prolonging the inevitable. They would soon meet their fates; either natural or in the hands of him .
They missed the old days where they messed around with worlds, playfully rolling their dice. They wanted to go back to their blissful peace as gods. They mourned the deaths of their fellow gods and friends, feeling even more exhausted than ever.
They were horrible gods and friends, the guilt of leaving behind a friend lingered and followed them in their dreams as they fell asleep.