It was a rainy day at night, a casual Thursday. Flame was at his base, chilling, normally Wemmbu would come by to annoy him by repeating his damn name over and over in a voice that reminded him of stitch from lilo and stitch… gosh he hates that voice.

Flame got curious on what Wemmbu was doing that was so important that he didn’t visit by so he grabbed his elytra, went outside with the breeze hitting him hard as well as the rain, and flew up into the night sky. Flying over rivers, islands, forests, and many other biomes till he reached Wemmbu’s base, he wasn’t sure if he was really in here since Wemmbu usually traveled a lot with EggChan, Wemmbu’s best friend.

Meanwhile…

Wemmbu was inside his house, laying on his couch. He had finished a whole bottle of alcohol and a small bag of substances, he was addicted to it he couldn’t help it. If he went a day without it, he would GENUINELY crash out, whining all day, panicking, all of that. He was just staring at the ceiling as the world spinned, his vision sometimes going rainbow. He felt funky and he liked it.

Well for now till Flame bursted through the door… gosh damn it…

Flame stared at the alcohol bottle being empty and the small packet of white powder… No damn way is Wemmbu doing substances, well he knew abt the alcohol and shit but the POWDER STUFF? Too fucking far. He immediately stormed over to Wemmbu who was chilling on the couch.

“Wemmbu what the FUCK is this?!” Flame had shouted.