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Charlie yawned softly as he woke up...wait, woke up?! He shot up as he looked around, startled by the feeling of being...ALIVE again. He looked at his hands, being in the more monstrous form that Purpled took, but tinged a light green as he let out a soft whine. He hunkered down in the corner as his form shrank down, looking like a green version of Purpled (heheh greened) but with his glasses and with a few more burn scars since not all of the damage from where his body had burned could be healed. His eyes glimmered with tears as he gripped his hair, taking slow breaths as the static covered his voice. His staticky purring began in order to calm him down, his antennae pinning down uncomfortably.
Purpled had stepped outside the room momentarily to feed DogChamp and briefly play with the canine, as he felt fairly bad for staying cooped up inside the room with Charlie while focusing on resurrecting him without paying his precious dog any attention. Thankfully, DogChamp didn't seem to mind, only happy to see his owner once again, following the mercenary back into the room once their mini-play time and feeding session had finished. Both paused at the sight of Charlie not being laid out on the bed where they had left him, but rather curled up in the corner of the room, though their initial shock didn't last for long. "Oh, Slime! Welcome back! How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Purpled asked worriedly, his own antennae pinning down out of concern as DogChamp quietly trotted forward and licked at his hand, able to tell that Charlie was softly upset.
Slime instinctively hissed at DogChamp, but he looked at him curiously as he blinked. He hadn't seen DogChamp before, and he was confused by the existence of the dog. His eyes, all of them, flicked up to rest on Purpled as he swallowed softly. "I-" He started, surprised by the static covering his voice. He knew he wasn't speaking English at first, but cleared his throat before speaking in English this time. "Where...am I...?" He spoke quietly, looking up at him as he stumbled from trying to get up. Slime wasn't used to this body, and he looked at the second pair of arms he'd gained from Purpled resurrecting him. His eyes glimmered in excitement as he looked at himself, seeming excited. "Whoa!!! I'm like...I'm like you!" He chirped, pointing at Purpled as he grinned.
Purpled softly smiled, slowly nodding a few times as he folded his arms together comfortably, leaning against the doorway. "Yeah, you're four-armed and four-eyed now. Though, I guess one could argue [i six]-eyed considering you've got glasses as well," He gently joked, trying his best to keep the situation as lighthearted as possible to spare the ex-slime's brain from processing anything more than it needed to, as Purpled knew how confused the other sometimes got as a result. "We're at my spare shack out in the middle of nowhere called Snowchester. I hope that's alright; I had to flee from Quackity quickly after I pulled that stunt, and Tubbo and Ranboo seemed [i happy] to welcome me here considering I've got valuable information about Las Nevadas... Tommy visits from time to time too, which is nice, though Wilbur sometimes comes with him..." Purpled rambled off for a moment, his four eyes blinking in succession before he stopped his current train of thought. "You, though, need to relax right now and get used to being one of my kind. Here, sit back down on the bed, and I'll answer any questions you have for me right now." He gestured to the bed, moving over to sit atop it himself, DogChamp doing the same and curling up beside him.
Slime sat back down on the bed as he looked at Purpled, his own antennae standing up before he noticed them and tried to grab them. He tried so hard he fell over, yelping quietly before sighing quietly. "...What...happened? The last thing I remember is Quackity from Las Nevadas trying to make me..." He perked up a bit before trying to stand up again, seeming to panic. "Quackity from Las Nevadas! I need to get back to him!! He must be so worried about me!" He started towards the door quickly, his speed being not inconsiderable since he was Purpled's kind now. His hands were held near his sides as he ran down the halls, quietly tripping after a moment and falling over. "OoF-"
"Slime!-" Purpled called out as Slime ran off, hesitating for a moment before chasing after him in evident panic. He simply [i couldn't] let Slime return back to Las Nevadas, especially so if Slime was to go back to Quackity. That cruel president, in his opinion, wouldn't waste a single second hunting Purpled down and force him to fork over his knowledge of resurrection, and that wasn't considering the probable torturing revenge he'd get after betraying the country as he did, let alone end up the cause of Slime's death in the first place. He was safe here in Snowchester, and he planned to keep Slime there with him for the time being, even if, sadly, against his best wishes. Purpled caught up with Slime when the other fell, his form having morphed into the monster-esk alien he rarely showed, scooping him up in his arms and trotting back to the room. "Slime, I- you [i can't] go back to Las Nevadas..." He muttered out quietly, letting his antenna droop sadly to the sides of his face. "For my own safety, I cannot allow that... And you [i can't] see Quackity either, so don't go getting any bright ideas..."
"Buh- but Quackity from Las Nevadas must be so worried about me..." Slime stuttered before sitting on the bed with a solemn look in his eyes, looking up at DogChamp before lightly patting his lap. It was a habit he'd gotten from watching Quackity interact with the few dogs that lived in the streets of Las Nevadas, petting the dog with all four hands as his antennae drooped quietly. "...What happened...? Where am I?" He spoke after a moment of solemn silence, continuing to pet DogChamp since he needed the silent moral support. His eyes glimmered quietly as he swallowed heavily, looking up at him. "Why am I here?" He mumbled nervously, yelping a bit as DogChamp jumped up to start attacking Slime's face with kisses. "Noooo-!"
Purpled quietly sighed, his antennae staying drooped down while he rubbed one of his own arms, trying to figure out how to softly break the news. Geez, why did he of all people have to be the one? Then again, no one else besides himself, Quackity, and Slime knew about the event, so perhaps it made sense in some aspect. He patiently waited until DogChamp decided to calm down from his kiss attack, sitting quietly as he waited. "Look, I'm not good with gently breaking the news to people, so please don't hate me if this comes off as too blunt and not at all sugarcoated, but you died. I killed you by pushing you into a lava pool; Quackity hopped in afterwards and tried to save you, but you wouldn't listen to his pleads. You burned to death, hence your burn scars. Quackity survived, [i no worries.] I resurrected you here at my spare shack and brought you back to life, given it cost you turning into one of my own kind, and that's where we are now. Any further questions?"
A quiet sigh escaped him as he looked down at one of the harsh burn scars on one of his arms, still petting the dog with his other three arms. He adjusted his glasses silently as he looked down at DogChamp, sighing slowly. "Well...at least Quackity from Las Nevadas survived. Thank you for resurrecting me, Purpled." He managed to just speak one part of his name, watching him with a shaky smile before sighing softly. It was clear enough that he felt upset, but he was taking the news remarkably well. His eyes glimmered with soft tears as he took a soft breath, beginning to let out staticky sobs while letting his arms go up in order to cover his face.
Purpled frowned, quietly looking away, still rubbing one of his arms as DogChamp let out a saddening whine, attempting to lick at Slime's face but only being able to lick at the hands that covered it. Neither of the two seemed remotely happy that Slime was upset, both shifting around uncomfortably while searching for a way to return a smile to his face, or at least get him to stop crying. Purpled shifted over and pulled him into a gentle hug, rubbing at his back to try and console him. DogChamp, however, had another idea, swiftly hopping off the bed and going to search through a closet, somehow managing to pull a hoodie off of one of the hangers. Though, it wasn't just any hoodie; it was [i the] comfort hoodie. The dog walked back over and nudged at Slime with a paw to gain his attention, trying to hold the hoodie out to him. It had comforted Purpled, Tommy, and even Tubbo and Ranboo at one point, and Purpled seemed to have no arguments about forking it over to Slime. If anything, he gently grabbed it from DogChamp and set it in Slime's lap, trying to silently encourage him to put the soft fabric on. He didn't feel like talking, hoping his wordless communication would be interpreted correctly as he was buzzing with sheer remorseful static.
Slime let out a curious noise before looking down at his lap, picking up the hoodie before pulling it on as he hugged himself tightly. "I- I'm sorry! I didn't want to make anyone hurt..." He whimpered while hugging Purpled again, letting out soft whimpers and hiding his face in the other's shoulder. The comfort hoodie certainly helped, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Grateful, angry, sadness...? He didn't know. He sniffled softly while closing his eyes and snuggling into him, using one of his own hands in order to wipe his eyes. "What should I do...?" He mumbled after a moment, letting DogChamp jump into his lap again while wrapping all four of his arms around the dog. He almost seemed to be using the dog as a plushie, which was vaguely cute.
Purpled blinked softly a few times, pausing for a moment to try and think of a good answer for that question. He opened his mouth to speak, but only ended up slowly closing it, drumming his fingers nervously against his legs. "I have no clue, Slime, I really don't..." The truth was, he didn't have an honest answer for it; it was something he couldn't provide, neither for Slime nor himself, as he had no clue. The mercenary could, however, give suggestions, still capable of that much at least. "You could... Hang around here with Tubbo, Ranboo, and I?... I know they were your enemies back in Las Nevadas, but they welcomed [i me], so... Tommy comes by sometimes too, I know you're friends with him as well... Uh, there's also Micheal and Shroud; they're pretty cute. I feel like you'd get along with them easily, maybe you could be friends." Purpled offered out, attempting to think of things that would generally excite Slime.
"Can we be friends? We could be really close friends, maybe...you always seemed to be an outcast like me, so..." He hesitated before looking up at him. "And I'm not a slime anymore, so...should we call me Charlie? Or...?" Slime seemed really hesitant to suggest another name since everyone was so used to calling him Slime. Maybe he shouldn't suggest it...but maybe he should? "Maybe Iiii could be your handsome little brother! Your name is Purpled, right? Well, maybe I could be, like...Greened!"
"HAh-" Purpled let out a wheeze of a laugh almost instantaneously, genuinely finding it hilarious he was being modelled after as if [i he] were a role-model older brother. The closest thing he had to an actual family was Punz; maybe Boomer as well, in that case, considering the two of them were from the same home planet; and even then he was considered the youngest. Though, it seemed like he was going to become 'the middle child' at this rate, and if he was being honest, he didn't mind one bit. Wiping the humoured tears that formed in the corners of his eyes, the alien let out a happy sigh, "Greened, huh? If that's really what you want to go by now, I've got no issues with it, though it might take me a bit to get used to calling you by it."
He let out a happy giggle as he smiled at him, quietly humming to himself before petting DogChamp. "Greened it is then!" He chirped excitedly, then looked at him. "Are there any other languages you speak? I know I spoke a weird language when I first woke up, but are there any others?" Slime knew he was probably gonna take a while before he actually tried to face the world, and he hoped that Quackity would forgive him for what he did. He didn't want to have shown Purpled everything, but Purpled had said he'd [i help] everyone. His smile didn't falter, however, as he nuzzled Dogchamp.
Purpled raised a brow, intrigued by what he was asked, smiling loosely as he nodded a few times. "Other languages? Oh, yeah, I speak a few, like Enderian for example. You know, Ranboo enderman speak," He lightly joked with a softhearted chuckle, humming out softly for a moment as he continued. "I know two versions of it though. There's the one endermen use, and the one Toms and I use. I'll have to teach you both of them some time so you can understand us," Purpled stated, making a mental reminder to do just that when things have calmed down. "There's also the static language you were speaking earlier; it doesn't have a name in English. Every alien knows it, so you don't need to worry about translations. It's all about the vibrations of the static, so technically we don't even need sound to communicate." He went on, continuing to drum his fingers against his legs, smiling a little more warmly, it being evident he enjoyed sharing knowledge about his- or rather, [i their]- kind.
He wiggled a bit before hiding his face into DogChamp's fur, giggling quietly. Even if he had lost one life, he'd bought into another where he could be happy. Perhaps one day he could even visit Las Nevadas as a new person. He yawned quietly, then blinked as he stared off into space in confusion. He'd never yawned when he was a slime, so he didn't know what they were. Well, he kinda knew what they were from watching other people do it, but he himself had never experienced it. "...that was weird." He concluded after a moment.
Purpled raised a brow, gently confused as to what the other was referring to. "What was weird?" He asked curiously, he himself being a frequent yawner, and, because technically they are contagious, he yawned a bit after a moment, casually stretching out while he did so. The mercenary figured that he might as well make himself physically a little more comfortable; it certainly didn't hurt anyone, that was for sure; quietly getting to thinking after a moment. He had never actually [i seen] Slime- or, well, Greened- yawn before, though perhaps that was just a coincidence. He could be talking about anything, for all Purpled knew.
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