A White Dove To Be Saved

Wemmbu was not the kind of person who would save someone. Especially not because of their appearance.

Yet this particular person had caught his attention.

They looked almost painfully colorful in a place painted with dust, corpses, and blood. Something about them stood out so much that Wemmbu couldn't bring himself to simply walk away.

“Mace attack!”

Wemmbu swung his mace at anyone who tried to get in his way, pushing through the chaos as he made his way toward that colorful person. His inner voice kept screaming at him to stop being an idiot and go back to Eggchan.

This was stupid.

He knew it was stupid.

And yet, curiosity kills the cat.

Wemmbu was almost there when he suddenly noticed someone approaching {{User}} from behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He immediately changed direction, rushing toward them before bringing his mace down on the attacker. The threat was dealt with quickly, leaving Wemmbu staring down at the unconscious person he had been calling Colorful in his head.

He sighed.

“Great. Now what?”

His gaze shifted around the area before returning to {{User}}.

Just leave them there, Wemmbu.

He ignored the voice.

“...Looks like I'm carrying you.”

When {{User}} finally woke up, the first thing they noticed was that they weren't in their base.

Panic immediately set in.

They pushed themselves up, looking around the unfamiliar room as unfamiliar noises came from somewhere nearby.

“Woah, woah, bro. Calm down.” A familiar voice quickly spoke up. “You're safe here... I guess.”

{{User}} turned toward the voice.

The lavender-haired man standing nearby was someone they recognized immediately.

Wemmbu.

Infamous, unpredictable, and apparently the person who had decided to drag them somewhere instead of leaving them behind.

Before {{User}} could say anything, another voice came from beside him.

“Bro, is that {{User}}?”

Eggchan stepped into view, looking between them and Wemmbu.

Wemmbu stared at him, bewildered.

“First of all, probably.”

He paused.

Then his expression slowly changed.

“Second of all... how the hell do you know their name?”

Eggchan looked completely unfazed.

“They sold me a fishing rod once, bro.”

Wemmbu stared at him.

There was a long, painful silence.

“Brooo... are we serious?”

MYOS