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T I M E THAT IS OWED

“How do I even get to where you are?” Martyn could not find Scar! He could hear his voice, but there didn’t seem to be a-

BOOM

“Oh!!” Martyn exclaimed, rushing out of the Clockers’ tower. “Hold up-”

“Is somebody trying to blow up my base again?” Scar asked, in a manner that seemed far too calm for the situation.

“I’m not sure, it sounded like it came from round the- round the back.” Martyn rounded the corner, drawing his sword.

“Oh hey Martyn, don’t mind me, just- Green-Eyed, coming through,” Joel called over his shoulder, poorly hiding the fear in his eyes as he sped toward Bread Bridge. “Cool. Cheers, see you, then-”

“Oh, not a problem, yeah, no problems with Green-Eyed, yeah?” Martyn interrupted, sprinting after Joel. “No problems.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, no problems, no problems. Don’t follow me,” Joel babbled, dashing through the stalks of wheat. Martyn pursued, charging up the makeshift stairs.

“Got a nice smidge of health there?” Martyn inquired.

“Don’t follow me, don’t follow me, don’t follow me, don’t follow me!” Joel begged, doing his best to dismantle the bridge that led to the Bridge, but Martyn leaped over, circling behind him.

“What are you doing?” Joel wolfed down a chunk of bread.

“You got a nice amount of health, yeah?” Martyn brandished his sword at Joel, who pulled his shield close to his face.

“Yeah, a good amount! Full hearts, I’d say,” Joel bluffed.

“Wow, full hearts, really?” Martyn pressed, following Joel onto an unplanted section of the Bridge.

“Yeah, full hearts.”

“With diamond armor?”

“With diamond armor, yeah-”

Martyn charged up to Joel, shoving him off the edge. “That’s crazy, that’s crazy!”

Joel screeched in terror as he fell. Martyn poked his head over the edge, watching Joel fall safely into the river below.

“Oh, you’re so lucky! You’re SO lucky!” Martyn roared, throwing himself into the river in pursuit of his prey. “I had no idea what was off the edge there!”

Joel scrambled up a nearby hill, calling “Of course I am!” over his shoulder as he sprinted away. He darted through the trees, Martyn close at his heels, then dove into a stream of water pouring down the side of Bread Bridge.

I could do with a little bit of time back, I think! Joel looked back, seeing Martyn’s smug smiling face behind him. He pulled himself onto the Bridge, rushing through the amber grain.

“I’ll just keep running, you know,” Joel remarked, “and you could just- you could just-”

“Just keep trying that!” Martyn lunged forward, tripping Joel with his outstretched foot.

“STOP!” Joel screamed, his momentum carrying him out of Martyn’s sight.

“Ohhhhohoho, where are ya?” Martyn chuckled, scanning the treeline for glints of blue. Joel survived the fall, Martyn knew that, but it seemed he’d lost him for now. Maybe he could see him better from a different angle. Martyn swam down a trickle of water on the other side of the bridge and made his way toward a waterfall, atop which was the Bad Boys’ main area.

“Wait, where is he?” Joel whispered, just loudly enough that Martyn could hear him. Martyn surfaced and found Joel standing under a large red mushroom, too far away to catch.

“Oh, he’s got away.” Martyn lamented.

“Not the boogeyman!” Martyn and Scott declared in unison.

“Nice!” Martyn exclaimed. A flicker of movement caught his eye.

“Oh, Joel is over there again! I really want to get Joel’s time off of him.” Martyn slipped through the door, swam to shore, and leaped after him, dodging and weaving between trees, skeletons, creepers and zombies.

Joel cleared his throat. “All I’ve gotta do-”

“Better clear that throat before I clear your clock!” A manic grin spread across Martyn’s face as sudden adrenaline sped Joel’s steps.

“OH MY GOSH, GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PSYCHO!!” Joel screamed.

“Clear your throat before I clear that clock, come on!” Martyn cheered, speeding though the forest. “Come on!”

“Oh my gosh!” Joel groaned, laughing in fearful disbelief.

“How you feeling, buddy?” Martyn sang out.

No response. Joel had escaped him again.

No matter. Martyn knew where he was going.

“Not even home is safe.” Martyn cackled evilly, wading towards Joel atop the Bad Boys’ manor.

“What- what on earth!” Joel swam backwards, his sword catching Martyn’s raised shield, who giggled with glee.

“Get- Stop,” Joel protested weakly, edging away from the madman in front of him. “Stop, Martyn. We can talk this through.”

“Go on, what can we talk through?” Martyn inquired. “What kind of exchange have you got for me?” Joel stopped on one of the few bits of dry land on the edge of the manor’s roof.

“Uh… Well, see, the thing is, I thought-” He spun around and jumped off.

“Right, that’s it.” Martyn chuckled, a dark edge to his voice. He dove off of the roof, skimming the edge of the falling water as he soared down. “You are so done. You are so done!”

“I just wanna build my submarine,” Joel pleaded, climbing up a hill onto the treetops, feet barely touching the ground. “I’m a nice healthy Green-Eyed, all I wanna do is build my submarine!”

“There’s no time for health and wealth, you gotta pick one or the other,” Martyn declared, scrambling after him. “You ain’t gettin’ everything you want.”

“Oh, well I do,” Joel smirked, stuttering a bit. “I’m a Bad Boy.”

“And you know what?” Joel added, climbing into another curtain of water. “Nice guys always lose, or whatever- finish last.”

“Ey Joel!” Jimmy shouted. Martyn leaped out of the water and slashed at Joel.

“Ow,” Joel grunted, holding the new wound in his stomach.

“Joel!”

Martyn slid down the water stream and saw Jimmy looking up at Joel with a dismayed expression. He quickly changed courses, swimming around the water as Joel screamed, “Martyn’s trying to kill me, Jimmy, where are you?!”

Martyn did a somersault out of the water, charging across the treetops.

“What are you doi- wait, what? Hey!” Jimmy stammered, running toward Martyn.

“I’m doing nothing,” Martyn stated tersely, running past Jimmy, then turning around and circling him. “Calm it down, calm it down.”

“You’re not having him,” Jimmy declared, climbing to the top of the manor. “He’s my Green boy.”

“Yeah,” Joel taunted, “scared against my fellow Bad Boy, aren’t ya?”

“I’m not scared of him.” Martyn waved the accusation off.

“Yeah, he is scared.” Jimmy interrupted. “He’s scared.”

“Yeah, true.” Joel agreed.

“You guys can’t even see me at nighttime with those shades on, not a chance.” Martyn turned and walked away. As much as he liked to say otherwise, he was having enough trouble with Joel alone, and he didn’t want to take his chances against two Bad Boys, even if the other one was… Jimmy.

“Who we looking for?” Martyn swam up to TIES Tower. He could see a group of Yellow-Eyed forming around the base; Grian, Etho, and Tango, potentially more around the corner.

“Impulse, he just vanished,” Grian answered.

“Joel. Where’s Joel?” Etho interrupted, talking over Grian.

“Where’s Joel?” Tango chimed in.

“Oh, Impulse?” Martyn inquired. He didn’t know where Impulse was, but Joel was another matter entirely. A ready grin spread across his face. “Joel’s this way, Joel’s this way.”

“Lead on.” A similar predatory grin filled Tango’s face. The group followed Martyn up the hill and past the Clockers’ tower.

“Come, Tango,” Etho called, “He’s running!”

“I’ll come up the other side. I think we need to hide you for 10 minutes.” Martyn could hear Jimmy talking to Joel. His wicked grin spread wider as he charged up the stairs once more. Joel saw the mob coming his way and began to panic.

“Chaps, let’s talk about this, chaps. Chaps, we can talk about this!” Joel began to flee.

“Oh, you guys are getting your revenge!” Bdubs exclaimed, letting the horde past him.

“Joel, I’m coming up!” Jimmy shouted as Martyn drew his bow and loaded an arrow. “I’m really slow, but I’m coming!”

A miss. Martyn drew his sword and kept running.

“Can I watch this?” Scar ran up from behind Martyn. “Please? As an observer?” Cleo and Jimmy weren’t far behind him. Martyn rushed past the Clockers and threw Jimmy off the bridge into some nearby water.

Jimmy screamed in frustration as Scar repeated himself and Cleo added, “I- I would like to observe as well.”

Martyn rushed to block off the water as Etho and Tango rushed past.

“You’re not gonna observe anything, buddy.” Martyn called over his shoulder.

“No! No!” Jimmy cried as the water ran out on him. “NOOOO!!”

After plugging up all the water on that side of the manor roof, Martyn ran up some makeshift stairs to the smaller upper level, following Tango in chase of Joel amidst shouts of aggression, joy, and dismay.

“All I wanna do is build my submarine, okay?” Joel pled, cornered by Etho, Tango, and Martyn. Etho pushed him onto the flooded main level of the manor roof. Martyn leaned over the edge - This seems familiar, he thought with a wicked grin - and shouted “Come on, just go Yellow with us. Join the gang, join the gang.” Martyn leaped off the upper level and ran past the Nether portal.

“This is the worst!” Etho panted.

“This is the Bad Boys Manor, baby, we know this place like the inside of our hands,” Joel declared triumphantly, throwing TNT behind him as he ran onto the Bread Bridge, where Scar stood somewhat menacingly.

“Nooo!!” Jimmy screamed, “Tango!!”

“Give us the Green!” Martyn slashed at Joel, pushing him further forward. “Right now, come on!” Joel dove down, swimming furiously through the ashen remains of the manor’s interior as Martyn steadily, stealthily followed.

“The perfect escape-” Joel looked behind him. Martyn was still there. Still chasing him. Joel swallowed back a choked noise of horror from deep inside his throat. He knew there was no escape. But maybe, maybe, if he kept running, the hunting pack would tire and grow bored.

Maybe then, he could move at a slower pace than full sprint.

Maybe then, he could take more than three steps without hearing Martyn’s behind him.

Maybe then, he could stop and think.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and kept running, letting his instincts carry him, each step buying him one more second of life.

He was on Bread Bridge.

He’d fallen off of Bread Bridge.

He was knee deep in water.

He was standing on dry land.

“Keep running!” Jimmy cried, flinging his fishing rod at anyone and everyone he could.

“I’m trying, I can’t get up!” Joel felt a sharp tug at the back of his jacket. He whipped around and saw the piercing red eye of Etho, shining with primal ferocity and manic glee as he held taut a wooden pole of his own.

And behind the white-haired, dark-masked ninja, he saw the everpresent green Yellow of his nightmares, approaching with a calm smile and a diamond sword.

“I got him, I got him hooked!”

A fresh cut to Joel’s shoulder.

“He’s hooked!”

To his side.

“Get him!”

“No!”

“Take the time!”

“Timmy, Timmy!”

A punch to the ribs.

“Come on!”

“Here we go, Joel!”

Joel’s boot, slick with his own blood, slipped. He fell, his momentum carrying him away from the manor and its infestation of predators. Joel fumbled for his bucket, pouring water across the ground as he landed.

“Thank you,”

Someone else had fallen as well.

“You saved me!” Etho’s voice rose with exuberance, his eyes shining with unhinged elation and bloodlust.

“You SAVED me, Joel, so now I can KILL YOU!” Etho’s blade cut a deep, fatal gash across Joel’s chest, crossing the shallow cut across his stomach. As his vision swam and faded, Joel saw a second pair of boots alight next to Etho’s.

The last thing he saw was Martyn’s cold smile.

And the last thing he heard was Martyn’s victorious shout.

The green-Yellow terror had won.

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