Fanfiction - Weary Inquiry (MC sleeps)

[antiloquist]

Okay, so since most of you seem to like the idea of Pondery!Pakratt separating off from normal Pakratt entirely, this is what's gonna happen. I might write an alternate version which features them in the same body, but IDK. Having them separate gives MC and Nebris an opportunity to play "Spot the Imposter", but having them in the same body means it'll be an "I-know-you're-in-there-somewhere" fight. I like both.

Also, I interpret UHC as sort of being a virtual reality game in this universe. So when you die, you're knocked out of the game, but are not dead for real.

MC Sleeps, OR The reasons why Pak and MC's friendship is the most adorable thing ever.

Nebris gave MC a moment to calm down. Truth be told, he was probably just as scared as MC about this whole thing, but he wasn't about to show it. That was one thing the supposed cheater had always respected about the younger man; he had never been afraid to show his emotions.

After MC had composed himself, he turned to Nebris. "Where should we go?" he asked.

"He's probably at another one of his places, but," Nebris looked out a window, "it's getting dark. Who knows what spawns out there at night now?..."

MC thought for a moment. "Yeah... Should we sleep before heading out to another one of Pakratt's bases?"

Nebris nodded. "Yeah, I think we should. My base is pretty close. Let's go."

And so the two men dashed out into the night. Thankfully, since Spawn Town was well-lit, they didn't have much to deal with; only one stray spider got in the way, which Nebris quickly disposed of.

Nebris' cave base was rather impressive. There were entire halls dedicated to mysterious benefactors that helped him along, and the centerpiece of the entire base was a beacon.

"Wow..." MC said.

Nebris smiled. "If people are gonna call me a cheater, I might as well have something impressive to show for it, right?"

Suddenly, MC realized how tired he really was. This day had been one of the most exhausting he had had in a long time; it rivaled a UHC game in the amount of stress! Nebris showed MC to a guest room, where MC promptly collapsed on a bed and fell asleep.

However, that sleep was not exactly restful.

***

MC was standing in a large grassy plain. Beside him, Pakratt stood as well. Somewhere in the back of his mind, MC realized he was dreaming; he remembered this as the first time he and Pakratt really had a chance to talk to one another. They had been thrown together as a sort of 'pair-the-spares' team for the seventh UHC games, and it ended up going better than they had thought. Even though they both fell to the man who eventually would be the third Cobblehater, they had a good run.

...


The scene shifted. Suddenly, MC and Pakratt were down in an abandoned mineshaft. Pakratt was smelting iron while MC was organizing a chest full of miscellaneous items.

"Y'know," Pakratt began. MC stopped organizing and turned to look at him. "When they gave me the options of who t' pick, I was gonna choose you anyway. And people thought we weren't gonna get along..."

MC found himself smiling. "Well, I like you. I think we make a decent team."

The other man laughed in response.

...


Another scene shift.

A season away, MC lay defeated in the desert. having been struck down by Etho.

"Go get him, Pak," he said weakly into the radio, knowing that Pakratt was the only thing standing between the ninja and victory. "For Cobblehaters... for mankind... for receiving the Etho hate!"

He could vaguely hear Pakratt's responses of disbelief before his vision went blurry and he found himself somewhere else.

...


MC was organizing a chest once again. The fact that all his surroundings were a pale yellow color told him that he was in the ninth UHC games, the one where he had been curb-stomped by Team Nancy Drew. That particular death had been rather painful, he remembered. Not to mention the two golden apples he had lost...

Having finished with organization, MC slammed the chest shut. However, the sound was so loud that it startled him.

"Oh gosh!" he yelled. "What was that?! Oh wait, that was just the chest closing... Whew!"

His three teammates immediately burst out into laughter.

Pakratt came up the steps. "How ya doin', MC?" he asked, clapping the younger man on the shoulder and trying his best to not to burst out laughing again. "Nervous at all?"

...

MC was down underground. It was still the ninth UHC games.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked. He had stepped away from the communicator for a second.

"Yeah. I'm dead," the slightly frustrated voice of Pakratt replied.

"Oh no! That sucks, man..." MC replied. "I go away for two minutes..."


...

MC and Paul were staring up a shrine they had set up. Nebris and Pakratt's severed heads sat above it as a gruesome yet touching tribute to their fallen friends.

"Help me, Pakratt's head! What do I do?" MC asked in mock desperation. The collector's now disembodied voice laughed.

...

The two people standing with MC now were not his fellow Cobblehaters, but rather Pause and Pyro. They were on the hunt.

Who were they hunting? Pakratt's team.

...

MC could feel the lava burning his skin.

"OH, IT'S A TRAP!" he shrieked, putting himself out with water and taking a second to catch his breath. He could hear the frantic voices of Pause and Pyro in the background. MC pulled himself out of the hole and examined the trap. It was a standard piston-lava trap, nothing too fancy, but there was only one man in all of the UHC games that was gutsy enough to try traps...

"Pakratt was here, man," MC remarked. It had to have been him, which meant they they were close on his trail.

...

Neither PEP nor PiMP was doing too well. On PiMP's side, Pyro was down and both Pause and MC had been severely weakened. on PEP's side, everyone except Pakratt had fallen.

MC heard tunneling to his side and he momentarily stopped going through Etho's things. "I hear digging!"

Pause, the same Pause that MC had stood up to today, gave chase, but Pakratt managed to get away.

Secretly, MC was a little glad that it had been Doc that eventually got his friend; he didn't want to be the one to have to kill him.

...

Buildings stood all around MC, and he could hear the constant whir of technology in the background. What he needed right now was diamonds.

"Hey, Pakratt? Could I borrow like two diamonds please?" he asked into the radio.

It was silent for a moment. "... Jus' two?" was the other man's eventual response.

"Unless you're swimming in them," MC replied with a laugh.
 

It turned out that Pakratt was indeed swimming in diamonds.

...

MC was standing alone in the darkness. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that this was not a memory, but rather something new.

Pakratt appeared in front of him, but it wasn't the Pakratt that MC knew. No, this Pakratt had a sinister look etched into his features, a marked change from the rather kind, if somewhat annoyed, expression that the older man usually wore.

MC backed away, feeling afraid of this sinister, twisted version of his dear friend. Pakratt stepped forward, and when he was about to reach MC, everything went dark.

***

MC awoke. 

Feedback and comments are still appreciated!~

Comments

[anonymousrose]

What a scary and weird dream. I have dreams like that (Not about pak and UHC though :P)

[sdandere]

Oh wow! This was great :D

[(Anonymous)]

I recognized almost all of those scenes from their UHC runs! That's such a good touch. I love how you took real moments between them and then extrapolated how those events would happen in your setting. It's great. Where did the second to last dream scene come from though, the one with the diamonds?

[antiloquist]

That was from one of MC's FTB episodes, in which he realizes he needs diamonds to do much of anything. He asks Pakratt to borrow two, Pak responds with "jus' two?" and it is revealed that Pakratt has 30 stacks of diamonds.

[lurkey_dfw]

Pak and MC's friendship really is the most adorable thing. Also Pondery!Pakratt scares me D: *hides*