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Three weeks.
It has been three weeks since Purgatory began and one week since it ended.
Life on the Island has been finicky, three new kids were given to the islanders to take care of, the other children in the federation’s hospital recovering. They still didn’t know how Cucurucho got the eggs out of the Island, but they didn’t seem to care, too overjoyed that they were alive. Their parents telling them stories about what happened in Purgatory, about the tasks they did, even about the museum. Everyone chipped in to tell them about what they missed, albeit a more child friendly version.
Everyone except Team Bolas.
Don’t get them wrong, they missed their kids dearly, but being in a room with the same people that spawn-killed them for points was not something they wanted to do. They only ever went to see their kids when no one else was around, Roier being the only exception; he was the only one who didn’t go out of his way to slaughter them. Roier was the one to make sure the place was empty before Bolas arrived, made sure no one knew they were there; even told the kids to not tell anyone.
Until a week later.
Four weeks since Purgatory began and two weeks since it ended.
They were going to visit their kids, wearing those same masks they never seemed to take off, expecting to see Roier standing at the door as usual. Instead, they heard arguing through the closed door. The voices only got louder the closer they got.
Cellbit, ever the cautious, tells the team to be quiet so they can hear what’s being said, still unable to hear who’s saying what.
“-doesn’t make any sense!”
“Even after all the shit you guys put them through?!”
“Its been two weeks Roier-”
The door bursts open, an angry Phil walks through the doorway, the rest of Bolas following behind. The room is silent, standing in the middle are Roier, Tubbo and Etoiles; the rest of their team members scattered throughout the room.
“Well look who finally decided to show themselves,” Bad said, standing smugly, as if he knew they would show up. Knowing the demon, he probably knew long before…whatever this argument is.
Cellbit rushes over to his husband and latches onto his hand, looking him over in thinly veiled concern as Roier reassures him (‘Gatinho I’m fine-‘ ‘You don’t know that-‘ ‘Cellbo you worry worse than Vegetta-‘). Foolish eventually steps in, dragging them back over to the team rather than them standing in the middle of the room.
Phil hates the way everyone looks at them, as if they were to be pitied, as if they were in the wrong.
Tubbo is the first to speak, trying to sound intimidating “Philza Minecraft! Where have you been?”
He looks at them all with distain, “Away..”
A scoff from Bad, “Oh come on, that isn’t an answer now is it?”
“And why should we answer to you, hm?” Charlie growls out.
“Awe, now that isn’t a way to treat a friend now, is it?” The demon grasps his chest, “I almost feel hurt-”
Foolish snaps, “Oh you feel hurt?! How do you think we feel, huh?!” He grabs Bad by the hood, gritting his teeth, “How do you think we feel, after all our so-called ‘friends’ decided to team up and slaughter us for days on end?”
Etoiles finally speaks, confusion evident, “Foolish.. what are you talking about?”
Phil looks around the room, seeing confusion etched onto nearly everyone’s faces, and seethes in anger, “You all have the absolute gull to be confused about what you did to us?!”
Bagi steps up, looking rather upset, “What do you mean? You’re being irrational, we did nothing to you!” Tina tries to pull her back, “No, Tina! They have no idea of what we all went through, yet they complain about this like we’re in the wrong?!”
Tina shakes her head, continuing to try and get Bagi to back down, “You don’t know what they’ve been through Bagi, none of us do!” She looks at the red team with open guilt, “You didn’t see them on Day Four, you didn’t see the bodies nor did you see what little there was of their original spawn.”
“Yeah, listen to her, she was there after all!” Charlie points out, as far away from Bad as he can be.
Tubbo gets fed up, and shouts over the rest, “Just what is your guys’ deal?! Purgatory is over, stop acting like it still affects you!” Mouse winces, same with a few members of green team and Tina as the members of Bolas all tense up.
The silence is thick.
“..What’s our deal?” A faint whisper, barely heard over the loud silence, getting louder, “What’s our deal?!” Phil yells out, glaring around the room at all the people who hurt them, “Our deal is that ever since the start of Purgatory, you all have teamed against us just for meaningless points. The fact that you hunted us down on our own land just because we had fewer numbers from the beginning. That two of my closest friends, literally and figuratively, stabbed me in the back the moment they could-”
Fit and Etoiles look guilty, and the American speaks up, “Phil, come on man, you had to understand our side of it-”
The crow holds up a hand angrily, “No no, you don’t get to talk about ‘your side’ of it,” The glare is sent around the room, “Our side was that everyone had betrayed us simply because they had the chance to. Now, we get doing it to protect your kids, that’s why we were there, but none of you even considered who the cursed team was. You all teaming up against us could have gotten all of the eggs killed, and none of you batted an eye.”
Bad scoffs, “Cucurucho got them out anyway! And, just so you know, we were thinking about the cursed team, it could have been any of us-”
“Exactly Bad!” Cellbit speaks up from beside his husband, glaring at his old mentor, “It could have been any of us, including Bolas!”
The demon scoffs, clearly not seeing the problem, as Foolish speaks again, “Look at Charlie and Baghera! Look at how terrified they are just being in the same room as you!” That gets him to hesitate as he looks between the two of them.
“Forget it guys, they won’t get it.”
The quiet room now looks at Philza, who has been quietly ushering the Bolas members’ kids to the door, “They can’t stand the thought of being in the wrong, of being the problem, so why bother? If the truth has to be laid out in front of them, than they won’t learn at all.” The crow puts his gasmask on, “Let’s go home guys.”
Someone, they can’t remember who, tries reaching for Roier, only to be shot back with a glare and the shining of a previously hidden knife.
One by one, the members of Bolas equip their masks, pick up a kid and leave, following their leader back to the wall. Back to the one place the other teams couldn’t hurt them, because they were all banned and would be hunted by crows if they came.