Devious Duo Fic Part 1 (guys idk what to name this)

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First (non satire) fic ever yayyy really my first time fully writing a non comic non satire story like this so gulp ok read below vvvvvvvvv tw for fun and happy times [] Day 6 of infiltrating the mafia [] Fish bucket. Golden chestplate. I stare down at the bucket, illuminated by the sunrise's soft glow. That’s who we are now. I miss just being Spoke and Mapicc, miss running around the server looking for duped items to destroy. Simpler times. Hmm.. “Spoke!!” a familiar voice called in through my earpiece. I had to wear it all the time so I could secretly chat with Mapicc. “Whaaaattttt,” I groaned back, tired after just waking up, my hair still a mess. (Luckily nobody can see that once I put on the invis heh.. One of the perks of being a mafia member I suppose) “Dude you need to get up!! We need to eat breakfast and leave for missions!!” “Okayyy” I muttered, rolling over and sitting up. Even when he's yelling to wake me up, I’m glad I still have Mapicc. This experience would be INSUFFERABLE without him. After getting over my tiredness, I hop off my bed to the floor. I walk over to a chest where I store all my invis pots, and quickly splash myself with one. I couldn’t be caught without it. One wrong move and I’m gone, and this was all for nothing. The hours of being Spoke I had while sleeping are over as I take a few minutes and transition back to being fish bucket for the day. With George Junior in one hand and spare invis in the other I head downstairs, to where I start to hear rushed and frantic footsteps I suspect are Mapicc. What is this guy doing? As I turn the corner of the stairwell down to the living room, my suspicions are confirmed as I see Mapicc running around in a panic. To his left I see breakfast. Or what was supposed to be breakfast… but now it's just uh.. on fire. “Bro, Mapicc it has been a total of 3 MINUTES SINCE YOU CALLED ME DOWN. How did all this already happen??? Oh my god bro I can’t leave you to cook for 2 seconds without something going on!!” “SPOKEEE STOP BEING MEAN AND JUST HELP ME PUT THE FIRE OUT,” Mapicc yelped. I sighed and scooped George Junior out of the bucket with my right hand and used a bit of the water in the bucket to put out the fire. Plopping George back in the bucket, I rushed over to Mapicc. “You’re not hurt or anything right? You’re fine?” I questioned, my tone that was scolding a few seconds ago shifting to one of concern. He didn’t respond. “Mapicc?..” After a bit of silence, Mapicc spoke. “So…” Mapicc uttered, “what are we gonna eat for breakfast? I’m lowkey hungry now” “Dude you scared me I thought you got burned or something!! I don’t know bro just eat some golden carrots or whatever” “Yeahhhh and maybe tomorrow you should cook,” he chuckled. “Heh, makes sense” I said as I began to head for the door, beckoning Mapicc to follow behind me. I honesly can't wait to see what mission we've been assigned today!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Elytra mission.” Me and Mapicc stare at the words written down on the paper. “Oh my god bro,” I sigh. “Genuinely I’d rather the mission be to mine obsidian with my bare fists than do another one of these,” Mapicc complains. I lowkey agree with him. Well, maybe not with my fist. Maybe like, a wooden pickaxe? That’s the most I’d do. But I guess that’s not much of a bad thing compared to with your fist, obviously it’s way more favorable. I guess mining obsidian with mining fatigue and a wooden pickaxe might be the most I’d be willing t- “Spoke? Helloooooo,” I hear Mapicc say in a sing-songy voice. “Wha- oh sorry I zoned out.” I reply awkwardly. “What were you saying?” I need to lock in. “I just asked if we should head to the end for the elytra now.” He responds. I nod at him and equip my elytra. He follows shortly and we head off towards a stronghold ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay thats it gng i'll make chapter 2 some day Im so scared what happens to my silly little duo in canon im so behind im scared all i know is devious duo is cooked brah