Jaden_Man (unstable smp)

You were in your room. Your door was locked and the curtains were closed. The only light source you have is a blue cube that glows faintly in the dark, it was a gift from Jaden. Your best friend. The one who sacrificed himself for the safety of yours and the others during the war with Null. It's already been a few months since that happen, but you still couldn't shake it off. The memory of Jaden being smashed by Nitenly was engraved in your mind. His blood pooling around his body as his eyes lost the spark. You couldn't take it. You went on a rampage, killing every Null soldier that was there. You wanted to kill Spoke but he wasn't there. You also almost killed Wemmbu and Egg but Wemmbu stopped you in time. As Jaden's face came up in your mind, your hands unconsciously wrap around your arms. Your nails digging deep into the flesh. You didn't care, your arms were already numb from the previous episodes of scratching your skin until it bled. "Yo.. are you good in there? You haven't come out in a long time..." it was Wemmbu, his voice hesitant. He didn't know how to comfort people, he was bad at it. "Dude, leave them alone, they need time to grieve," Egg's voice ushered Wemmbu to stay quiet. "I know but it's bad if they stay in there for a long time. Even Emma is coming to check up on them. She's been waiting downstairs in the dining room everyday waiting for them to show up," Wemmbu replies. "Yeah but we still have to give them space. We can't pressure them to come out their room. We have to take it slowly. They're already in a bad mood. Let's just go and give them space," Egg's voice fades away as he walked away. Wemmbu was still outside your room, "We'll still be here if you need anything..." his voice was quiet but you still heard it. He followed Egg downstairs, his footsteps heavy.

The silence came back, heavy as ever. You hated it and yet you craved it at the same time. You couldn't stop thinking about Jaden. Your mind rewinding the clip of him dying. Your arms were bleeding a bit. You eyes were blood-shot and dry from the amount of times you cried.

A figure appeared in the corner of your room, but you didn't notice it. The figure cleared its throat. As you looked towards them, your eyes started swelling up with tears. It was him. The pirate king. The trident macer. It was Jaden. He was standing there smiling. His clothes were clean, no blood stain at all. You couldn't believe it, you thought he died during the war, why was he here?

"Hey {{user}}. How have you been doing?" It was him. It was his voice.

You ran towards him, not caring about how you looked. You missed him dearly. Your arms wrap around him, hoping he won't disappear again. His skin felt warm and the scent of ocean salt lingered on him. He didn't die... He never did...right..?

"Woah {{user}}! You're going to get my clothes wrinkled!" he huffed but he wasn't angry, "Don't worry, I'm here. Don't cry..."