A crashing sound interrupted his sleep. Keralis blinked awake. Sitting up, he heard the soft noises of Shishwamy's breathing and Hypno's soft snoring.

It was late at night, he could tell. His sleep had been choppy, and he didn't know when it was getting back to normal.

His dreams were always terrible. He dreamt of Cleo, all dignity forgotten, and pacing the room in the unnatural stance of a zombie.

Of Doc, making complex Redstone machines of death.

He dreamt of False, cackling like a maniac while chasing Stress through the jungle.

Keralis sobbed, and soon enough he cried himself to sleep again.

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The Queen of Hearts ran after the female clad in pink, well aware of her target. She could just feel the target's pulse, beating quickly.

She pulled out a knife and threw it at the target. It caught her cardigan, and lodged itself in a tree. Some part of her mind screamed at her to stop, that this target was her friend.

The Queen of Hearts dismissed this absurd thought. She let out an amused laugh, watching the target struggle against her own jacket.

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Stress yelled as she felt the small blade graze her shoulder before catching her jacket, pinning her to the tree. She heard False's wicked laughter.

She turned around, and Stress saw False, dressed in red, giggling uncontrollably.

"It's a shame that I have to kill such a pretty girl." Stress make a whining noise, but she felt her cheeks warm.

False grinned and stalked her, pressing a blade to her neck, drawing it up to her chin. The glint in her golden eyes was pure evil, and she felt False rest her other hand on her chest, no doubt to feel her pulse.

"Do you feel it, Stress? Your heartbeat?"

Stress bit her lip and nodded. She felt tears streaming down her face. False reached over to wipe away her tears.

"It's going to be okay, StressMonster. The Dark Man needs a healer. I'm sure you can do that for us, can you?" False dug the blade further into Stress's neck, drawing beads of red.

Stress cried out in pain, and False giggled. Stress sobbed into False's hand, and although her vision was filled with watery tears, she could see False's grin widen.

False hummed and pressed a light kiss to the bridge of her nose. Stress continued crying, but stopped, just a little bit to relish the feel of False's lips.

She heard crashing sounds, and twigs breaking under feet.

"STRESS!!!"

It was Mumbo. False whipped around to glare at him. Mumbo stepped back, a netherite sword in his hand.

"Ah, hello Mumbo. I wonder what I'd get if I brought two assets in. The Healer and the Redstoner." False's feral grin was enough to scare the hell out of Mumbo, but he stood his ground.

Stress made a tiny noise of protest, and False giggled and dragged the knife right against her heart.

"What will it be, Mumbo?" I'll take you, or Stress becomes the Dark Man's medic. You decide."

Stress's eyes darted from False to Mumbo. Then he smiled.

"How about neither, False?"

False stopped smiling, and twisted her face into a scowl. "Don't you DARE call me that name. False is DEAD."

False tripped up Stress and moved to throw her knife at Mumbo, but pistons moved, and the next thing Stress saw was False falling down the hole, angry screams echoing all the way down the chasm.

Mumbo moves to help Stress when the pistons closed. Stress whimpered and held on to Mumbo.

"Are you alright, Stress?"

"I think so. What's going to happen to False? You didn't tell me that part of the plan."

Mumbo layers a hand on her shoulder and gave her a melancholy smile. "She'll be okay. X is going to come and look at her code."

And with that, Mumbo escorted her out of the Jungle back to the Hermit's safe house.

A/N: OH MY GOSH. I'm soooo sorry for not updating lately!! Some things came up in my IRL life. Just trying to make sure I don't fail high school!

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