Amber's been hurt

Mixmellow:GET THE BANDAGES

Amber: Thanks, but...*takes out an eye patch*

Mixmellow:*is shocked* AAAAAAHHHH

Amber: I'm a very prepared person

Mixmellow:ok... you need ice or anything?

Amber: Ice? Who are you, the boot camp nurse?

Mixmellow:no?

Amber:*laughs*I was joking

Sihmé:IT GOT IN HER EYES!

Amber: I'm in SERIOUS pain rn...

Sihmé:don’t worry, my creator is bringing you some help-
Me:IM BACK WHERE IS SHE?!

Amber: I'm right here

Me:*HELPS AMBER* There... you oki...*pats back*

Amber:*takes out eye patch* just 'cause I'm hurt, doesn't mean I don't prepare for this kind of shit

Me:I know...

Amber: I literally carry this everywhere just in case

Me:oh...

Me: even I didn't know that...

Me:hol up-

Me: I'm serious! I do know that Amber's first design had braces

Creeper: F IN THE CHAT

Amber:*extreme wail of pain*

Crusher: Don't expect me to do anything
Creeper: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE

Amber: I-i got into a fight...
Jake: Hey, Amb-WHAT HAPPENED!!!! AMBER, ARE OKAY?!

Creeper: I'm getting Robert.
Dr. Perry: *appears out of nowhere* uh, I'm a researcher, not a doctor even though I'm called Dr. Perry.
Creeper: don't care, just freaking do something, Robert!

Amber:*crying in ball on the floor*

Dr. Perry: I don't know how to do medic-
Creeper: I'M CALLING A REAL DOCTOR *calls a doctor*

Storm: WHAT F**KER DID THAT TO YOU!? *grabs a large sword and axe*

Amber: Just some thugs

Storm: *these a group of thugs* them?

Amber: N-no, they were bigger and smellier

Storm: *finds them* okay *he kills them and burry’s them in cow shit*

Amber: I´ve felt this way about ANYONE before
Jake: OH COME ON!

Storm: *wipes his hands* ?

Amber: Jake, just move on...
Jake:*image*

Storm: *confused*

Amber: Jake simps over me

Amber: No no, it´s okay, I´m use to it

Storm: oh
Eric: *teleports* SO DOES STORM!
Storm: ight, imma head out

Storm: okay
Eric: STORM SIMPS FOR YOU TO!
Storm: *runs away*

Octa: what happened, young one?

Amber:F-fight. It started out fine, then the claws came out...

Octa: who did this.

Amber: Some low-life criminal...

Octa: okay then.

*he pulls out a shotgun.*

Amber: Jake's taking care of that...
Jake:*screaming in the distance*

Octa: oh.

Amber: He's pretty weak, so he'll need some help

*he cocks the shotgun.*

Amber: Go help that little simp

Hex: well that’s good I guess.

Hex: ya know, there’s a chance that Octa would evaporate the earth instead.

Amber: :/ wot

Octa: wish granted.

*he heads off.*

Amber:*takes out an eye patch and puts it on*

Hex: oh sh-

Hex: yeah- he can somehow do that.

Amber: I knew something like this would happen

Amber: Ye

Hex: oh.

Amber: I'm a very prepared person