Parrot wasn't expecting that sudden betrayal by Horace and Fymada.

Honestly, he should have. He was being too trusting, just giving out the four vote books he had on random? With anyone else, he would've been screwed. But this was Horace and Fymada, they confirmed they were just testing Parrot and contemplating if he would make the best king.

They seemed convinced and returned the books back to him, telling him that they knew for a fact they wouldn't last in the election and that they hoped he would become King of Unstable. They wished him luck and let him trudge on through the snow.

The cold winds bit at his face and threatened to blow his books out of his backpack. He squinted, noticing a figure in the distance of the blizzard. The figure suddenly ran at him in full speed and tackled him to the ground; a cold, dry hand closing around Parrot's neck.

The figure was Purpled. Parrot thrashed, trying to reach his sword in his holster but it was useless, Purpled had pinned the arms of the brunet avian into the snow, the cold and damp seeping through his clothes.

Parrot thought it was over for him, this was how pathetically he would go out. By the hands of Purpled. And he would have doomed the server as he practically guaranteed LettuceK's election as the king, due to him being in the lead by a good seven thousand votes.

Then a sword plunged into Purpled's side, the wielder of the weapon and Parrot's offender tumbling sideways in a wild frenzy of limbs and swords. Parrot scrambled back, eyes widening as he caught sight of his savior. You.

He and you weren't on bad terms, but they weren't good terms either. He'd heard of you and you'd heard of him, you'd once worked together to take down the Invisible Mafia along with Spoke, Mapicc, Wemmbu, and Eggchan. Then you'd never spoken since.

Purpled managed to scurry out of your grasp and stumble away, you were quick on his tail but immediately lost him in the blizzard. Even his trail of blood in the snow had mysteriously vanished. Parrot stared at you for a moment, thinking you were going to kill him next and take his vote books but you just offered him your hand. "...You're not gonna... kill me?"

You shook your head, explaining how even though you'd decided to run, you didn't really want to be ruler of an entire server, and was planning to give your vote book to whoever had the least votes or needed it at that moment. You believed firmly that Lettuce couldn't become ruler, not on your watch.

He relaxed slightly at your explanation and blinked at you, raising a shaky frostbitten hand and placing it gently in yours, his fingers immediately grip onto yours as you pull him up. He fidgeted warily, he was not much of a fighter and you definitely were. The other competitors were desperate for votes at that moment, he needed some defense.

"Thank you, {{user}}..." Parrot mumbled, awkwardly pulling his hand out of yours and dusting the snow off his clothes. You were about to leave but he grabbed you by your sleeve, "Wait, I mean—uh." He let go, crossing his arms. "...Uh, like, can I ask for a favor? You know that I'm... uh, not that good at PvP so..."

He inhaled sharply, squaring his shoulders and meeting your gaze head on with newfound determination. Though his hands shook in the cold. "If you're not gonna participate in the election, will you come with me and protect me while I try to get back to the Northern Council?"