Green is far too worried about Purple for his own good, but who could blame him?

He'd heard pure radio silence from him for the past few days, nearly a week, and God, was it driving him crazy.

King's been awfully quiet too. Which isn't a good thing either.

What if they'd been kidnapped?

Shot up?

What if Luna had shown up and taken Purple?

What if he had been-

Green slapped himself, slamming his phone back on his nightstand. A harsh note escaped his lips. Purple was fine!

He probably just needed space. He had been nearly murdered a few weeks ago.

That was enough for anyone to want to just ignore everything and process.

Green couldn't really blame Purple for not talking to him. He'd been through enough these past few months, the poor guy really deserved a break.

"Has anyone heard from King or Purple recently?"

Somehow, the concerns about their city-dwelling friends reached the rest of the group, and everyone had issues with it.

Second was the first to bring it up at dinner that night. Green ignored the question entirely, shoving more chicken into his mouth.

"Not really. He was just fine a week or so ago," Yellow did respond to the question, tilting his fork up as he thought for another moment. "Although, he didn't seem very okay in the texts I was seeing."

"You're not a therapist, Yelly. How can you tell he was feeling like shit?" Blue asked.

"I can just tell. Purple is far from okay, and every single member of his family knows this. I wouldn't be surprised if King's the only one he wants to talk to, and he just needs space after whatever the fuck went down at Rocket Corp earlier." Yellow explained, reaching over and grabbing a piece of bread.

"That is true, he has been through a lot recently." Second said thoughtfully.

"A lot? He was almost murdered and raped within the span of barely three hours. Plus that entire car chase, AND crashing a plane, which I have to admit was cool."

"We almost died, Blue." Green snapped.

"But still! Seeing a fifteen-year-old pilot a plane and maneuver it through lasers has to be noteworthy! That kind of bravery out of him was something I don't think I've ever seen!" Yellow exclaimed.

"Are you forgetting that Purple withstood King's laser for almost a full minute and then proceeded to take down Herobrine all on his own?" Blue asked.

"And joined us in that rescue mission back in April?" Red added.

"Plus fighting in the American Revolution and battling giant fleshy monsters we've yet to fully understand?" Second completed.

"...My point still stands."

Green sighed, focusing back on his food. The others chatted among themselves for a while, barely noticing his lack of contribution to their conversation.

Second placed a gentle hand on his arm. "You okay?"

Green flinched, glancing back up at him. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine, I'm just…"

"You're worried about Purple, aren't you?"

"What made it obvious?"

Second shook his head, a small smile on his face. "We'll talk about this later."

Green rolled his eyes. "Stop being the mother hen of the group."

"Hmmmm…no."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, brother."

Sure enough, Second knocked on his door an hour or so later.

"Green? You alive?"

"Yup."

"Good." Green didn't move when Second sat down on his bed next to him. "You're worried about them."

"King can fend for himself just fine, it's Purple I'm worried about. I'm scared something bad happened to him, and we're just here thinking everything's fine!"

"We said it ourselves, Purple has been through a lot recently, it wouldn't be surprising if the two are taking time to recover," Second ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face. "I'm sure he's fine. Besides, he's got King, and my brothers are in the city too. They're always happy to help when they're needed."

"I'm sure they are."

"Okay, Chosen is. He's the more helpful of them, but Victim can too! He runs a whole ass company that will take anyone out!"

"Sure, buddy. Sure."

"I'm serious!"

"I know you are, I'm just kidding with you." Green sat up, nudging his brother in the arm. "I'm probably just overthinking it. You're right, they're probably just fine."

"See? What'd I tell ya? King and Purple will get in touch with us soon enough. Probably just to tell us that they're alive and well, but they'll get in touch eventually. I promise."

"You always do, and then something goes horribly wrong."

"...I thought that was every time King made a promise to Purple."

"The logic can apply with anyone, and if something goes horribly wrong within the next couple of days, I'm going to slap you."

"I'll kick your ass. You forget I have powers."

"That you barely use!"

"Oh please, I destroyed that forcefield back at Rocket Corp with my laser eyes! I totally use them!"

"I'll kill you with note blocks."

"Good fucking luck."

Green slapped his arm, prompting Second to hit him back. "Ow!"

"Don't do it and it won't hurt!"

"Oh, fuck you."

Second shoved him back on his bed, throwing a pillow in his face. "Go to sleep, bratling. It's late."

"Awww man!"

"Hey, if you won't let me soundproof the goddamn room, then I might as well make sure that you go to sleep!"

"I hate you."

"Love you too. Now go to sleep."

Yellow wasn't particularly a common texter, and King knew this, but the lack of conversations between the two were really starting to freak him out.

He just sucked at showing it.

King and Yellow had stayed in close contact following The Day of Surrection, seeing as Yellow now had his hands on a staff capable of destroying everything, so it wasn't common for him to turn to King for answers.

And it was amazing how much research King had actually done.

He'd done enough research that had made sure that he would win the Nether Battle.

(He hadn't, thanks to Purple, but if Purple hadn't shown up when he did and fought against King like he did…Yellow wasn't even sure if they would be alive.)

Having no use for most of the books he had stored around the house, or the numerous notes of the staff he'd found while he and Purple were cleaning the house, he gave them to Yellow, as a means for him to do more research and maybe discover more exciting things about the game.

King still had no idea if it was a good idea or not, but Purple assured him it would be fine.

They were responsible kids!...At least, some of them were(Green) responsible.

Yellow stared at the book, looking through the visuals and the notes King had taken. It really was amazing how much care he'd put into taking revenge against Minecraft.

How much research he'd done. And he and Purple had really worked together on that for a year?

Damn. That was surprising.

His eyelids slipped shut for a moment, head slipping off his hand for a minute and crashing to the desk, jolting him awake.

"Owwww~"

Rubbing his head and pushing more hair out of his face, Yellow continued reading through the book. If he were being honest, he'd wanted to know more about the Dual Block.

It had come as a shock to him when King had first put the two blocks together. He'd never even known that was possible until it had happened.

Needless to say, King's research had only taken him so far before he'd met his now adoptive son, so Yellow picked up where he'd left off and started doing research on the Dual Block, using knowledge of their battle, and King's own research.

And it sucked.

Hours had been spent combing through Minecraft Mysteries, the book King had used to find the Minecraft Game Icon originally, and there was barely anything. Stuff about Herobrine, other random things, shit like that.

Nothing about the Dual Block.

Yellow groaned, banging his head against the desk. God, he hated this.

He needed sleep.

Blue suddenly appeared behind him. "You're turning into King, aren't you?"

"Oh, Jesus fuck-" Yellow nearly fell over in his chair, being caught when Blue grabbed his arm and pulled him back up. "Don't do that!"

"Aw, come on! It's funny!"

"It is not!"

"It is too!"

Yellow groaned, standing from his chair, nearly falling over once again. Blue grabbed his arms, kicked his legs back, and then scooped him into his arms.

"Blueeeeeee!"

"What? I can't carry you?"

"Put me down!"

"Okay!" Blue walked a few steps before dropping Yellow onto the soft mattress. Yellow groaned, before the soft pillow made contact with his head.

God damn, that feels nice.

Blue pulled the covers over him, and Yellow all but snuggled into the warmth, exhaustion overtaking him.

"Better?"

"Yes, very much so. Thanks, Blue."

Blue gently patted his head. "Goodnight, Yellow."

"Night, Blue."

Blue shut the lights off and exited the room, and Yellow sighed with content.

This was nice.