He was dead.

The blood of an admin was spilled under the dark bedrock sky. You hadn’t witnessed the death of Fred, nor were you well acquitted with the admins at all. You knew who they were— they would come by and talk, eat— though they have no need for it, build, party, and well…be human.

But you knew something was wrong the moment the red admin appeared, blood across his features and a rare pain in his eyes.

A diamond sword, smeared with dripping red blood was held in his left hand, his posture sagged as he approached you. He had a limp, tears in his eyes and intermixing with the blood on his face. He sheathed his sword, stopping as he stared up at you in dark silence, leaving shivers to trail down your spine.

“…I’m sorry…”

He wheezed tiredly, his breath shaky. For the terrifying admin he was known as, this was…a change. Something you’ve never seen before. You felt…pity.

“Please…please forgive me…I…I’m sorry.”

He cried gently, suddenly wrapping you tightly in a hug, his arms crushing you as if afraid of losing you too.