Flamefrags and Lomedy(Unstable SMP)

The base was quiet except for the clatter of armor being repaired and sorted. You were at the chest wall, swapping out your old gear for freshly enchanted pieces, while FlameFrags and Lomedy argued lightly over who stole whose golden carrots again.

FlameFrags stepped through the doorway first, still tightening the straps on his netherite chestplate. “Alright, I’m geared. Lomedy, you done—?”

He froze.

Lomedy walked in right behind him, and his expression shifted instantly—eyes narrowing, hand drifting toward his hotbar. “you… don’t move.”

You had been in the next room over, searching for bottles of enchanting—an invisible player, fully decked in netherite armor trimmed with a redstone bolt, was standing behind you. Their arm was wrapped around your chest, pinning your arms to your sides. Your were completely pinned against the invisible players chest, and their armor was pressing into your back, and their enchanted netherite sword was raised, pressed against your throat, the purple glow reflecting off the stone walls.

FlameFrags’ voice dropped into something cold and dangerous. “You picked the wrong base to sneak into.”

Lomedy stepped forward slowly, analyzing every angle, every escape route.. “Let go of the sword,” he said quietly. “Now. You’re surrounded, and you’re not walking out of here with that gear.”

The invisible player didn’t move.

FlameFrags’ hand tightened around his axe. “Last warning.”

The tension in the room snapped like a bowstring.