The Underworld was an interesting place. Admittedly, frustrating as much as it's interesting, but that doesn't diminish a soul's wonder. A secret realm below the void of the Nether? Goodness, to any wayfarer valiant enough—or ignorant enough—it would've been a dream come true to go on such an escapade. But perhaps, the fact that Wemmbu couldn't place or break blocks for a reason only god knows, it was maybe hard to appreciate such a place.

His most annoying little loose end, Boosfer, had been trapped down here with him. You see, Wemmbu had been living under a new alias for the past week or so on the Unstable SMP; known as the 'Invisible Knight'. As given in the name, this identity of his was invisible. But Boosfer was the only one (aside from his friends back in the End Dimension, Egg and MinuteTech) who knew his real identity, so Wemmbu needed the slimy little guy dead. But Wemmbu wasn't dumb, their resources were limited, if they worked together, then they'd be able to get out much faster.

Only problem, they had to work together.

So Wemmbu crept along the walls of the Underworld Keepers' base, his bright purple skin making him quite easy to spot if anyone caught sight of him... He crept up the stairs, peaking past a corner to see Boosfer in a hanging cage from the roof, the guards were on the bottom floor directly below him and didn't seem to be paying him any attention, except for one that was idly shooting arrows at the green goober, who only seemed to be taunting the guard further.

Typical.

"DOC, BEHIND YOU!" Boosfer screeched at the guard, making him turn back in alarm to find... pure air. "Hah, you fell for it, stupid loser." he chuckled at the guard's reaction, earning him an embarrassed glare from said guard. "YOU GUYS ARE IDIOTS!" He yelled at them all, but they'd probably started ignoring him now, even the guard that was shooting at him.

Okay, it was now or never. Wemmbu chugged about three potions and swallowed a golden apple for good measure, then ran up to the railings right in front of Boosfer's hanging cage, crouching so the guards wouldn't see his nametag. "Psst—Boosfer!"

Boosfers head snapped to Wemmbu, immediately breaking into an unsettling smile at the sight of him. Wemmbu ignored it, "Drop me your mace!"

Boosfer rolled his eyes, turning his head away and speaking loud enough for the guards to hear him. "Yeah, sure man, let me drop you my mace."

Wemmbu winced, luckily the guards were still ignoring Boosfer. That's what he got for crying 'wolf'. "Dude—drop me your mace, drop it in the cage and I can pick it up and mace them—"

Boosfer took a mock-frantic tone, dramatically clutching at his chest and searching through his inventory. "Okay, okay, here you go, here you go!" he chucked out a singular arrow out.

Wemmbu was getting more annoyed by the second, he jumped from the railings to Boosfer's swinging cage, gripping onto the bars not to fall off as the cage tilted dangerously under his weight. "Dude, that's an arrow—"

Boosfer continued chucking random items out of his inventory, pissing Wemmbu off more by the second, "BOOSFER." The guards had definitely noticed now, and were shooting at Wemmbu trying to knock him off the cage.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Boosfer said, "I'm gonna drop you the mace! Don't worry, okay. Three, two... two... two—" Wemmbu growled in frustration, one of the guards had shot him off and he fell all the way down, surrounded by guards in half-broken armour without a mace.

"DUDE, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Wemmbu screamed at him before running for his life, eating a golden apple before looking over his shoulder to see five guards chasing him. Boosfer just cackled from his cage, the little gremlin.

Long story short, Wemmbu got his ass beaten and got thrown into a floating cage next to Boosfer's, with barely any items he'd snuck in and enough hate for Boosfer to power a country. And you were tasked with the boring job of watching them bicker and making sure they didn't escape. Not that you wanted to do that, you wanted to escape just as much as they did.