Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day, but I don't know if I'll make it any better with this new chapter... So yeah. This chapter has 1,476 words. NOTE: I do not own Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea. ALSO: I am not claiming the real Declan actually deals with this sort of thing, nor do I; this is purely fantasy.
Chapter 2
Dec knelt down, grunting a little as his hands settled in a faint layer of dust. He peered under his bed, searching for something he would have never thought he'd actually use.
There, Dec found what he was looking for a pulled out a dark mahogany box. It was shaped almost like a coffin, with ornate designs of war scenes, plagues, and corpses piled up.
It's a very cheerful design, Dec thought sarcastically. He undid the hinge and opened the box, staring at what lay inside of the polished wooden shell.
A dagger lay resting on sky blue silk, its diamond blade shining like the clearest ocean. The obsidian handle was blacker than the void and Dec took a deep breath, gazing at the weapon.
"Never thought it would have come down to this," Dec muttered, picking up the dagger. It was lightweight in his hands and he felt almost sick to his stomach that such a beautiful blade was eventually going to be the end of him.
So without any further hesitation, Dec let the tip of the blade pierce his skin a few inches below his left wrist.
The pain was surprisingly dull as blood welled up around the edge of the small cut. Dec dragged the blade a little further down his arm, wincing when the cut started to hurt a bit more. He gritted his teeth as he extracted the dagger from his flesh, blood slowly running down the diamond surface.
Dec examined the scratch. It was fairly shallow and had already stopped bleeding, but there was still scarlet blood smeared around the edges of the cut.
Dec felt an odd sense of emptiness, as though he had done nothing at all. It neither satisfied him, nor made him feel like he desired more pain. It wasn't a feeling he welcomed nor declined. It was sort of – neutral.
Dec put the knife back in the box, gently closing the lid with his right hand, not willing to move his left hand. He tucked the box back under his bed, hiding it away. Without consciously thinking, he decided that he would only give himself one cut per day.
Now came the matter of how he would disguise the scars. Since he was only wearing a ragged red T-shirt at the moment, it didn't do a good job of hiding the dark red lines etched into his arm. He didn't want anyone finding out just yet.
Dec thought for a moment and decided he would wrap bandages around the cuts, and if anyone asked, he would say he had run into a cactus on accident. A lame excuse, but as long as no one pushed their inquiry too far, he would be fine.
Dec walked over to his bedside cabinet, opening it and finding a roll of bandages. He wrapped them carefully around his wrist, making sure the cuts were completely hidden. Once he finished, Dec sat down on his bed, sighing.
He wanted his misery to end, sure, but something made him hesitate to just finish it so quickly. Dec didn't know what was stopping him from just carving his wrist completely open, but he was going to wait.
Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't brave enough, but for now, Dec was fine with that.
Dec sighed again and stood up, holding his wrist stiffly. He walked out of his bedroom, slowly descending the spiral staircase. He walked out of the door, and seeing Tom wandering around inside the fortress, went to go greet him.
"Greetings, Mr. Syndicate," Dec said, forcing himself to sound cheerful. Tom spun around, smiling when he saw Dec.
"Hey there, Dec!" Tom's eyes lit up. He noticed the bandages on Dec's wrist and the smile faded slightly from his lips. "What did you do to your arm?"
"I had an accident with a cactus," Dec lied, sticking with his excuse.
"How unfocused were you to not see a big, green, spiky cactus right before you ran into it?" Tom tilted his head.
"On a scale of one to ten with ten being the highest, I'd say my unfocused level was at eleven," Dec joked. Tom snorted, shaking his head in mock despair.
"What are we ever going to do with you, my dear Declan?" Tom sighed dramatically. "If you keep running into cacti, you're eventually going to be nothing but a pincushion!"
"Tell me about it!" Dec laughed, the sparkle of humour returning to his eyes. He felt a weight momentarily lift from his shoulders as he talked with Tom, able to feel completely at ease for once.
"Say Dec, do you wanna try some PvP parkour in the Coliseum with me and Jordan a little later? I was going over to ask User if he wanted to join us as well." Tom's dark eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Sure!" Dec grinned. "Keep in mind I'm awful at parkour though."
"So is User and we're still inviting him," Tom winked. "It doesn't matter how good you are as long as you have a fun time!"
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Dec stepped on the pressure plate outside of the PvP parkour arena, feeling the now-familiar dizzy feeling of being teleported, even if it was only a few blocks. He blinked a few times, the world coming back into focus. He was standing on a wooden platform that was raised high up above the water on the bottom of the arena. There was a ladder on every side so it would be easy to climb back up once you fell.
"Hey Dec!" Dec looked up from observing the Coliseum and saw User standing on the opposite side of the arena. Dec steeled his nerves and jumped from platform to platform, moving swiftly. He reached User's little platform and grinned, brushing some stray ginger hair out of his eyes.
"What's up?" he asked, wincing as he shifted his left arm. User noticed but didn't question it.
"Not much. I'm about to fail miserably at parkour," User snorted. "What's up with you?"
"About the same," Dec shrugged. "I'm not quite sure why Tom invited me to play with him and Jordan, but oh well."
User laughed. "Well the rules of this are you get a knockback three stick and a bow equipped with infinity, but I changed it slightly so it will only shoot blunt arrows that won't kill or pierce your skin."
"Thanks User," Dec smiled. "I owe you one for that."
"Hey! Are we gonna start or are you two just going to stand there chattering away like blue jays?" Jordan's impatient voice rang out across the arena and Dec jumped slightly, startled. He quickly crossed the arena to the only empty platform, which was in between Tom and Jordan.
"In the right corner of the circular arena," Jordan began, using his announcer's voice, "We have the infamous wizard, User! In the left corner we have Declan, the priest! Across the arena, we have the one and only Tom Syndicate! And finally, the best of the best, Jordan Sparklez! Let the battle begin!" Jordan shouted, immediately taking aim at Tom with his bow. He let the arrow fly, which Tom easily dodged. Tom began leaping across the platforms, making his way over to Jordan, but yelped when User's arrow connected with his left shoulder, knocking him into the water.
Dec grinned and charged at User, brandishing his knockback stick. Suddenly, he screamed as pain flooded through his left arm, sending him tumbling down onto his platform. He glanced at his bandages and saw the edge of a dark purple bruise already blooming from under the white cloth where Jordan's blunt arrow had hit him.
Dec quickly scrambled to his feet, blinking tears of pain back. He swiftly parkoured over to Jordan, smacking him off with one hit from the knockback stick.
He turned to face User, but before he could do anything else, another arrow hit him on his injuries. The only problem was that with this arrow, the arrowhead was made of sharp flint. It dug into his flesh, sending agony blossoming up his arm as it pierced the cut.
Dec's vision blurred with tears as he looked at Jordan, whose eyes were dark with bitterness. He had just drawn back his bow again, ready with another painful arrow.
Dec didn't take any chances and dove into the water, swiftly swimming over to the side with the teleporter. He did his best to climb up the ladder with one hand, sobs escaping his lips every few seconds. He could hear User and Tom shouting his name, calling for him to come back, but he ignored them. As soon as he was out of the arena he ran back to his house, his only intent to retrieve the dagger again.
And all the way, tears were streaming down Dec's cheeks.
Oh dear... Jordan lost control of his temper and there will be severe consequences...
Random Observation: I drew all of the hastags last chapter and posted them on DeviantArt! If you want to see, the link is in my profile!
TheAmazingQwerty: #Dianitethepickle FTW!
Chocolate: #Ianitethecookie is an angry cookie!
Lieutenant Side Salad: You may be correct with #Mianitethe(derpy)potato!
DiamondScribe: Thank you! #Dianitethedillpickle!
Ianitethecookie: LOL! Best name ever!
RusYRP: You got that right! And maybe... ;)
KittKaz: Well, I guess there's no way you can get Dec's father wrong! XD And... Tom? KittKaz, did you and Tom leave a review together?! (You legit sounded like Tom!)