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ramzawrites · 3 years

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can i request an angsty sbi fic where sibling reader lost two lives saving others (maybe tubbo at the festival?) and they see everything falling apart (techno and phil destroying everything, wilbur dead and tommy focused on the disks) and they pretend to be ok while their mental health gets worse and worse until they decide to end it, and people only realise they weren't okay after the death message pops up and their reactions to seeing it? if not thats completely fine, ik its pretty heavy

Broken

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Philza, Tubbo, Technoblade

Warnings: depression, suicide (falling, non descriptive), angst

Series: a request!

Summary: Y/N just wanted their home back. They just wanted to live a peaceful life but instead all their hopes and dreams got ripped apart by the people they loved the most.

Words count: 3647

Authors Note: Honestly I could have shortened it quite a bit but here we are, it’s way longer than I wanted but I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry if this went kind off of rails to what you might have envisioned. Also I hope that you guys know that you are loved and appreciated. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my stuff :] Here is m favorite video to cheer me up some times, hope it can cheer you up as well!

I’m also curious what your guys thoughts and opinion are on this or my writing in general! Can’t get better without feedback :]

Y/N loved their family.

They were all pretty chaotic but so was Y/N, following their siblings into trouble ignoring any possible consequences.

So when Wilbur proclaimed he would create an independent Nation inside the SMP that was owned by Dream himself, you bet that Y/N was standing right beside him.

When Wilbur would struggle with his tasks or was weighed down by doubts they would swoop right in and do their best to support him. Every time Wilbur would say “I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.” While Y/N didn’t do it for praise but out of love for him it was still nice knowing that he appreciated them and that he took note of their work.

Tommy wasn’t really for heartfelt words but he too expressed in his own way how much he appreciated them being around. Most of his schemes wouldn’t have even happened without Y/N’s help after all. As a way to say thanks he would let them just take stuff fout his chets or when he heard they needed a specific resource he would wander out and get it for them. Of course saying something on the lines of “I was out there anyhow, so I brought some with me. It was on the way.” Y/N could read between the lines though. They grew up with him after all.

Y/N put so much energy into L’Manberg they couldn’t help but be in love with this little nation. They would do everything to protect their home.

When Y/N lost their first life it was together with their siblings protecting their nephew Fundy.

The Dream Team suddenly retreated after another battle against L’Manberg. While the group was celebrating what they thought was their first victory in ages, Eret appeared. She told the group of a small bunker with more resources.

Still celebrating Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy made their way towards the bunker. The bunker that would later go down into history as “The Final Control Room.”

Inside they all looked at the labeled chests only to notice that they were empty. Eret then pressed a button which opened up secret walls with the Dream Team standing behind. She herself got into safety as Dream and his friends merciless attacked the L’Manberg faction.

As soon as Y/N understood what was happening they did their best to form a wall between the attackers and Fundy. Slowly pushing him out of the room while they made sure to block the exit, giving the Fox Hybrid enough time to run away.

When they woke up again it was inside their home. In L’Manberg. Sore from the respawning.

Once they did respawn though it didn’t take long for Fundy to barge into their room and throw himself against them, thanking them. Wilbur was close by, looking worse for wear as well but incredible thankful nonetheless.

After that and a few battles more Tommy challenged Dream to a duel in order to secure independence. He lost so instead he bartered his music discs for freedom.

After Tommy respawned a second time Y/N made sure to spent most of their time hovering around him. Making sure he was doing alright.

But with that L’Manberg was independent and it was Y/N’s time to shine. Sure, they worked hard on strengthening the infrastructure of the nation but now, maybe even because of that, they basically coordinated all the new builds.

Shops, homes and other things were being build with them overseeing it. Meanwhile Wilbur and Tommy took care of the political part only to come to the conclusion that they had to have a proper election.

At first it started innocently enough as well. New political parties were made that begun advertising themselves. Funny enough they would always come to Y/N asking them where they could hang up their posters. It was then that Y/N realized that the people saw them as some sort of authority, even asking them if they wanted to start their own campaign. They politely declined, saying they worked best as a support role.

Then Schlatt entered the stage and everything got thrown upside down.

In the end he managed to become the next president via a coalition and his first declaration as the president, or emperor as he called himself, was to exile Tommy and Wilbur.

As they ran for their life Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow. It hurt them so much to leave L’Manberg, their fruit and labor, behind. This only got worse once they realized that Tubbo was basically left alone back at the city under Schlatt’s rule.

Then Pogtopia got established.

Tommy, Wilbur and Y/N did their best to get a proper foothold again. Gathering resources and planning for ways to get their home back. And to accomplish this they soon called in the oldest sibling of the group, Technoblade.

Techno has been away for the longest time now. He moved out early to travel the world and apparently train himself. Somehow Tommy found a way to get a message to him, so he made his way towards Pogtopia.

He wasn’t big on words or emotions but as soon as he arrived he let Y/N hug him.

“This is a onetime deal, Y/N.”

With Techno they finally felt like they had a chance. Y/N could maybe return home someday. Back when they were children Techno always looked out for them so to have him back Y/N felt infinitely safer.

All the while Wilbur showed more and more signs that his mental health was rapidly declining. Y/N did their best trying to cheer him up but there was only so much they could do. Especially since they themself were struggling.

L’Manberg was their everything and now it was under the iron rule of Schlatt. They had to watch as Schlatt walked through the nation, ripping apart builds that they commissioned or even built themself. Every time he did something like that it felt like another stab wound directly into their heart.

Then the festival happened where Y/N lost their second life protecting Tubbo.

Schlatt wanted to apparently celebrate democracy and his amazing rule. Tommy and Wilbur weren’t allowed to join while Techno and Y/N received an invitation.

Y/N was very wary of that. They learned from Tubbo that Schlatt apparently was pretty interested in bringing them over to Manberg since a lot of the residents trusted them and saw them more as an authority than Schlatt himself, so bringing them over would probably also bring a lot of the residents around to his rule.

On the day of the festival Y/N made sure to stay close to Techno. Holding on to his arm and basically hiding behind him, not feeling up to talk with all the people in Manberg.

The people were happy to see them but Y/N was tired. They haven’t slept properly ever since the exile, too many thoughts that kept them awake.

Then the speeches started.

Honestly Y/N wasn’t really listening, their attention purely on a broken old building. It used to be the place where Y/N and the other residents would meet up and map out their plans for new builds. Discussing and even sometimes arguing on what materials should be used and where to get them. Now it was empty.

Their attention got pulled back towards what was actually happening once Tubbo begun speaking. It was a nice little speech Y/N had to admit.

Just as Tubbo was about to leave, Schlatt moved back in. Holding him in place and pushing him in something that Y/N had to describe as a cage with the help of Quackity.

“Techno, buddy. Come up here for a sec.”

Technoblade tensed up but still moved towards the stage. There Schlatt uttered the words that pulled the rug out from beneath Y/N once again.

“Kill him Techno. He is a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled out, making their way towards the stage as well.

Y/N knew Techno couldn’t deal well with social pressure, especially when there were about ten people or more behind him that could attack him at any point.

Tubbo looked so scared as he pressed himself against the wall. There was no escape for him.

When Techno moved his crossbow up, aiming directly at Tubbo, Y/N let out another scream. Urging him to stop.

Explosions. Colorful explosions filled the place.

“Y/N!” it was Tubbo screaming their name out.

Just as Techno pressed the trigger Y/N managed to jump in front, the rockets hitting them instead of Tubbo.

Their older brother looked absolutely mortified “Y/N? Wha- What? Why? How?” staring at Y/N’s lifeless body that slowly dissolved. They were slowly respawning but seeing his siblings body was enough to send him in some sort of frenzy.

Filled with bloodlust he aimed his crossbow towards Schlatt and Quackity. Killing them with one press of the trigger only to turn around and aim his crossbow towards the people.

As this happened Tommy enderpearled over, screaming at Techno.

He helped Tubbo out of the cage who was still in a state of shock. He only saw Y/N for a second and the next they were laying on the ground in their own blood.

Y/N heard the details later after they respawned. Tommy had apparently been incredibly angry at Techno, even attacking him. Wilbur then offered that the two deal with their argument via a fistfight inside a pit.

Normally Y/N would have yelled at Wilbur for that. Would have told him that this was his dumbest idea yet but they were too shook from what had happened to them.

Technoblade always spelled safety to them but he killed them. Sure, he meant to kill Tubbo but that didn’t really make it any better. They gave him an out, they would have helped fighting off all these people so they could flee.

The next time they saw Techno they flinched every time he got too close to them and yet they still put on a smile “Never, do this again.”

Techno only nodded.

After this downward slope the momentum didn’t seem to stop for them. Wilbur dropped even more and more off. Falling victim to his paranoia. Y/N tried their best convincing him to not blow up Manberg, that they will fight to gain it back. At this point trying to gain back their L’Manberg was the only thing they could hold on to.

Though all that work was for nothing.

The war to take back L’Manberg went way differently than they all had imagined. Y/N fought with a viciousness most didn’t think they had it in them. This was the day for them to finally regain what they had wished for, for the longest time now.

Everything came to a halt once Dream surrendered. He showed them Schlatt who was sitting in the Carmavan. Drunk off his mind he yelled and screamed at people only to die of a heart attack which meant that the Pogtopia faction won.

The people begun cheering, they had their home back! They were free! Y/N was probably the loudest by far. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders. All this hardship and they could finally return to working with the others and rebuild L’Manberg. Return it to its former glory.

Tubbo got appointed President and Y/N was happy with it. Tubbo had an eye for building and was a good person, with him they were sure they could do some amazing things.

Apparently Techno thought otherwise. Instead he pulled Soulsand out, holding onto the Wither skulls as a visible threat.

Y/N had somewhat forgiven Techno for what had happened. It was a stressful situation and they acknowledged it but seeing him there, threatening to kill all of them? That they knew they couldn’t forgive quite so easy. Especially since he made some sound points but it was their L’Manberg. The people didn’t like living under Schlatt’s rule, this wasn’t something that could be described simply as a coup. Technically he was right but only technically. There were so many things that came into play that could let you argue over that but Techno would have none of it. Yelling something about Tommy only wanting to be a hero.

When the first explosions rang Y/N thought it came from a Wither but Techno was still in the middle of putting the heads onto the structure.

When more explosions rang and the ground beneath their feet broke away, Y/N understood what had happened.

At some point Wilbur ran off and must have pressed the button. The button that set the TNT beneath the city ablaze, effectively destroying everything.

Y/N was too busy with finding hard ground again and then dealing with the Withers and Techno that they only noticed after the fighting ended, how broken the nation was now.

They had won. Why would Wilbur do this? He knew how much the nation meant to them and again, they had won, so there was no reason for blowing the place up!

And if that wasn’t enough to see how both their older brothers destroyed everything Y/N worked for, they also had to see how Philza, their father, stood next to the corpse of Wilbur. It felt like they lost everything.

They lost their trust in Technoblade.

They lost their hopes and dreams via Wilbur blowing up the freshly liberated L’Manberg.

They lost their trust in their own father who had slain his own son.

Y/N felt absolutely crushed. Family was so important to them and it was their own family that destroyed their hopes and dreams. They did everything for them and this is how they repaid them?

Once everything calmed down and Tubbo begun making plans on how to rebuild the nation, he immediately came to Y/N for help but they hesitated which worried him.

“Is everything okay? Usually you would have jumped on that offer, Y/N.”

Y/N put on a smile that didn’t seem to reach their eyes “Don’t worry Tubbo, of course I’ll help you. I’m just tired from what we have been through. I finally have time to take a breather and I think it all just crashed down on me.”

“Well if you ever need help you can talk to me.” It was an earnest offer that Y/N would never take advantage of.

Y/N mostly ignored Philza. He talked with them a few times and even explained what has happened but Y/N still made a wide berth around him. Seeing him just hammered back down the feeling of distrust and hurt. Their familial relationship took a hard hit from that point on.

With Ghostbur it was a weird situation as well. They enjoyed spending time with him but were also always incredibly sad around him. Ghostbur took notice of this and would always offer them to take some of his blue but Y/N declined every time.

“Don’t worry Ghostbur. Everything is still just fresh in my mind. I’ll be back to my old self in no time. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

“Of course Y/N! You have always looked out for me, thank you.”

L’Manberg slowly took on a proper form again but it wasn’t the L’Manberg Y/N knew. It felt to them like they were standing on top of a grave. A grave for their dreams and it was getting hard, real hard, to walk through it every day seeing places where they know specific buildings should be standing. Buildings they build on their own only to be destroyed by their brothers doing.

Then Tubbo exiled Tommy and Y/N felt conflicted. They felt obligated to stay in L’Manberg since they were the main person people came to for builds but that was their brother. Their only brother they still trusted and felt a need to protect.

Instead of following him into exile they stayed in the city. Visiting Tommy whenever they could, noticing pretty fast that he was struggling hard with his situation and for once they didn’t feel strong enough to properly support him. Y/N tried their best but once they noticed they couldn’t reach him completely they gave up a tiny bit.

It reminded them too much of Wilbur.

So while they visited him and helped them where they could, they spent more and more time alone in their home only coming out for work and other necessary things like food. Soon it was normal to see them with ever present dark circles beneath their eyes.

Before Philza disappeared to join Techno, he would stop by Y/N’s home all the time.

“Have you eaten, yet?”

“Yes, dad. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“I just haven’t seen you much lately and I got worried.”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, if you go out, please, can you tell Ghostbur to stop coming around to throw Blue inside my mailbox? He won’t listen to me but perhaps he will to you.” And they would always carry the same big smile on their face accompanied by empty eyes.

The only time their happiness reached their eyes again was when Tommy returned from his exile. They crashed into their younger sibling holding him close to them and muttering apologies. He pried them off, embarrassed by all of this.

This short bout of happiness was destroyed by Doomsday. Dream, Technoblade and Philza once again made sure to set L’Manberg ablaze.

The second time Y/N’s fruits and labor got completely annihilated by their family but still they had some hopes this time. They still had Tommy on their side they could just finally build a home somewhere else and live in peace but Tommy had other ideas. He had it in his mind to get his discs back and he would do anything for it.

So while Y/N tried to ground themself with new hopes and ideas, holding onto the only constant of what was important to them, that being Tommy, Tommy ignored them. He was too busy with his own things and the worst part was that Y/N couldn’t even fault him for it.

They understood how much these discs meant to him and that this was something that had to come to an end but with this they lost another, and possibly their last, anchor point.

Yet you could still see them running around with a smile, tending to every one and trying to help out the best they could.

Then suddenly they were gone. They just disappeared one day. The few people who took note of that took some time to look around but there was no sign as to where they left. Y/N didn’t take their armor with them nor any weapons or food.

< Y/N succumbed to despair and fell of a high place>

When every ones communicators rung out with this message the SMP fell quiet.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was reading. This didn’t make any sense. Y/N was fine! They would talk with them and everything looked fine! This must have been a cruel joke from Dream somehow, right? This couldn’t be real. Why would Dream do this? This didn’t seem to make sense.

Exactly there was no sense in Dream doing this.

While Tommy was battling with his thoughts Tubbo came running over to him. Tears streamed down his face.

“What happened? Why did this happen? Where are they?”

Tommy was visibly shaking “I- I have no idea. I don’t know. They looked fine. I’m- I’m not sure. Tubbo-“

Tubbo just slammed into him, giving him a proper hug, trying his best to help Tommy through his rising panic. He lost another sibling and by Ender that hurt.

Meanwhile in the snowy Tundra both Philza and Techno were staring at their communicators as well.

Philza was pale. So pale it almost rivaled the snow around him.

Techno had his brows furrowed. For anyone who didn’t know him well enough he looked at best displeased with this situation but Philza could see the small details that told a different story. Him sucking his breath in as he read the message, hiding his quivering lip in his cloak. He was heartbroken.

Sure the two weren’t on good speaking terms but Y/N was still his younger sibling. He still loved them.

Philza felt similar. He acknowledged that he screwed up and honored their wish to be left alone by him but he never imagined this could lead to their death. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground. Two of his children died, one directly by his hand and the other due to his inaction.

His eyes glossed over, the world became a blur and yet he continued rereading this message over and over. Y/N just lost their last life.

Philza could hear Techno walk closer to him and sat down on the ground as well.

“Y/N is-“ Philza begun but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. State the obvious to his eldest son?

“I have more fault in this than you, dad. Don’t feel guilty.” His voice was uncharacteristically weak. Wavering as he spoke. He wanted to cheer Philza up but it was a weak attempt.

“What have we done.”

Ghostbur was at first confused when he read the message. It was like he couldn’t connect the dots but it slowly dawned on him what this meant.

“Oh my.” His usual happy demeanor was suddenly gone.

He touched his face and as he put his hands back down he saw how they were smeared with blue.

“Y/N is dead?”

His usual ghost behavior seemed to break a bit. It was like through the warped version of Wilbur that was called Ghostbur for a moment the true version of him came through again. And he was hurt. Devastated.

“I think I need to find the others.” He mumbled to himself, making his way towards his family. All the while he held onto the blue wool of Friend like a lifeline. Combing through it nervously. Blue continuing to spill from his eyes.

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snappleapple · 3 years

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merry christmas, loser

dream x reader

smp au

fluffiest fluff

warning - none

word count - 1k

a/n: hi! thank you so much for enjoying my other imagine!

“sapnap! behave!” you yell as the boy pushes george around while running away with the christmas lights you were currently hanging up. as the boys run further away from the large tree, the lights you were holding pull you along in the direction they were running in, knocking you onto the floor with a large thump. george gasps at the sight of you on the floor , “it was sapnap!” he immediately denies. “no it was george!” sapnap intervenes. a large hand reaches down to help you up. “you alright y/n?” you nod your head, “thank you wilbur. i am doing just fine.” you say while staring at the two troublesome boys. “didn’t i tell you to behave.” a visible gulp could be seen in the throats of the two boys as they run away to finish the task you assigned them. “y/n!” you turn your head around to meet the excited faces of puffy and niki. “we’re here to take you off of light duty.” you continue stringing the lights before getting them snatched out of your hands, “effective immediately!”

“what am i supposed to do then?’ you ask her, confused. “bad was looking for you. said something about his plans for secret santa.” you glance at the clock hanging in the community house before turning towards the pathway down to bad’s secret bunker.

“bad? i heard you were looking for me?” as you walk around the dimly lit area, a figure could be spotted in the distance. “over here!” he shouts. as you near him, he quickly pulls you down, trying to discrete. “i got what you needed.” he whispers before handing you a covered up package. “thank you bad.” you reply while staring at your dear friend. “well, i was released off of lights duty, do you need any help? any errands?”you ask, “uh actually, i could use some help with tommy.” the both of you walk out of the room and into the sunny vast lands. “dream needs to talk to me about something later so can you deliver this gift to tommy?” he hands you a neatly wrapped present, “of course bad, i also have to visit tommy and techno anyways.”

while you get into the nether porter for the long walk, you bump into ponk and ranboo. they spot you in the distance, “y/n!” you turn to face them and give them a wave before they enderpearl over to you. “where you going y/n? the party is starting soon.” ponk asks, “just delivering something. but i’ll be back for the party.” the boys nod and walk back over to the portal as you exit through the other portal.

as you continue to walk a bit, you finally spot the house of the three boys. “techno!” you quietly yell as the man turns towards you. “hello y/n.” he replies in his regular monotone voice. you pull out your gift for him before holding it out towards him, “here. merry christmas techno.” he stares at the gift for a couple seconds before grabbing it and mumbling a thanks. “y/n! y/n! you’re here?!” tommy yells, “yes child. bad had a gift for you.” you say as you pull out the neatly wrapped gift. tommy rips the gift out of your grasp and shreds the paper to pieces. “a netherite pickaxe?! nice!” he shouts before you pull out your gift for him. tommy gently grabs the present from your hands and opens it slowly, in comparison to bbh’s. a small gasp leaves his lips as he sort of tears up while staring at his music disks, “thank you y/n.” he replies in a small yet serious voice. a smile lights up on your face, “merry christmas, tommy.”

as you enter the community home, where the party was being held, everyone wishes you a merry christmas, holding their glasses of eggnog. karl and quackity quickly make their way over to you, “y/n.” you hum in acknowledgement from your previous conversation with eret, “dream wants to see you at the eiffel tower.” you answer with an “okay.” and start your descent towards the tower with dream’s gift in hand.

“dream?” your quiet voice barely makes it across the quiet land. “y/n, you made it.” dream says as he jumps down from his previous spot. “its not like i would ignore the most powerful person on this whole server.” he chuckles before pulling you into a hug, “i missed you.” it was your turn to chuckle, “we saw each other an hour ago.” dream whines, “yeah, that’s a long time ago.” when the hug releases, he plays with his hands nervously, “y/n. you know i love you right?” you nod as you continue to stare at the boy, “i know you didn’t want anything but, i couldn’t help myself.” he finishes as he pulls out a small, poorly wrapped box. he hands it to you and you carefully unwrap the box to find a heart shaped pendant with your initials along with dream’s on it. “i-i didn’t know if you’d like it so i asked puffy and niki.” he says while carefully observing your reaction, “i love it.” you reassure, “oh, i have something for you too. it may be a little self centered but here,” you hand him your neat present and he opens it with the same care you did. when he opens the box, he finds a compass, “i know you care deeply about everyone so this compass directs you towards any person you think of.” you explain while he stares at the compass which was currently pointing towards you. he stands in complete silence before you open your arms. you bury your face into his chest as he pulls you closer. “thank you, y/n. god, i love you so much.”

“i love you too.”

before he replies he pulls out a candy cane, hooking it onto the sleeve of your sweater, “i’m hooked to you.”

you roll your eyes as he pulls out a mistletoe, “merry christmas pipsqueak.” dream pulls you towards him, attaching him lips to yours. as you pull away, you give a small smirk, “merry christmas, loser.”

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uglyshirtsinc · 3 years

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AIGHT HERE WE GO BUCKLE UP!! Endermen hybrids Illumina, Purpled, and Ranboo! With a sprinkle of Technodad and Sonboo, a drizzle of Little Brother Purpled and Big Brother Punz, with a side of Illumina and Fruit friendship! Less go! This was meant to be a ramble but literally ended up a fic outline?? Could even be read as a fic if you wanted??? What the hell 6 am me???

Endermen hyrbid are valuable because since they're half human instead of making enderpearls they make eyes of ender, and they respawn like humans do so they're used to farm ender eyes.

Ranboo meets Illumina and Purpled after being kidnapped and separated from his dad at the wee age of eleven meets sixteen year old Illumina and eleven year old Purpled.

He's tossed into a cell with the two of them, Illumina being there to calm the younger two down after being used for the farm. Whenever Illumina is brought back to the cell, he cares for the boys and dotes on them, acting much more worried and clingy that normal. They let him take care of them, knowing that keeping them safe calms him.

They talk about their lives before being taken, Illumina talks about the adventures he and his friend Fruit would go on. The dangerous things they did. He promises the boys to one day show them cool tricks, using the excuse of "the cell is too tiny and someone would get hurt" as to why he can't show them off there, not wanting to tell them the little portions of food he recieves (even less considering he gives most to the boys) has eaten away at his strength.

Purpled talks about his adoptive brother Punz who's just a bit older than Illumina, at age seventeen. How he was a cool mercenary hired to do "super secret" stuff and protect people. He tells them about his trident and tomahawk.

When Ranboo opened up, it gave Illumina his first real sense of hope he's had in a long time. Ran talks about his dad, emperor of the Antarctic Empire and faithful patron of the powerful Blood God. Illumina had heard of the Arctic Empire's hybrid son and after story after story began to believe that Ran really was the prince of the Empire. Ran's father obviously loved him, each story leaving him in tears of either longing or laughter. His father would be searching for them, and he would find them.

Weeks turned to months and nothing changed, until Ran was on the floor screaming in pain and Purpled was hiding in the corner wailing in fear. Illumina could hear cracking, popping, and spotted two hard lumps just next to Ranboo's shoulder blades and realized he wasn't just some Enderman hybrid, but rather a dragon hybrid. When the pain finally subsided and their captors returned to take the two young boys Illumina knew what he had to do.

He didn't know much of Gods and patrons, only what he read while searching the strongholds with Fruit after their latest adventure.

Patrons were messy, being worthy to have one and be a follower was even messier. But within that moment, he didn't care. Thousands of voices in his head was better than having to witness those monsters that held them captive force Ran to cough and gag and wheeze in attempt to get Dragons Breath from the boy. It was worth it to return Purpled to his brother, to see the boys eyes light up the same way they did when Ran said his dad would save them. And for just a moment, Illumina let himself be selfish. It was worth it to get to hold his best friend close, to be strong enough to scale buildings and run from golems they'd messed with. To see the sunrise over a snowy mountain, to show the world he was faster, stronger, and smarter than anyone imagined.

Cutting his hand on a jagged rock sticking from the walls that he had warned the boys about so often, be used his own blood to draw the symbol. When it glows and the world fades, stands before him a towering man with hair as white as snow, wearing the finest attire fit for a king, dressed in gold with everything he wore.

Wordlessly, a deal is made and as their hands shake Illumina is staring into dark, ruby red eyes sparkling with a beast like excitement. The Blood God speaks and tells him "They have been waiting." And Illumina knows what he means.

When the world returns, his ragged and dirty clothes are replaced by the ones he would wear before the monsters took him. A pouch of emeralds hangs from his belt and a familiar black mask covers his nose and mouth. His strength has returned, but at a cost he has yet to find out.

There's no whispers, no cries, no one yelling in his head. There's no insanity blocking his train of thought. No amnesia. He is Illumina.

He wraps himself with the one thin blanket they were allowed, curling up near the gate to keep himself and his clothes covered.

Purpled is first to return and Illumina places a figer over his lips, signaling Purpled to stay quiet. When Ran returns, it takes Illumina less than thirty seconds to have the monstrous man on the ground unconscious. Ran and Purpled watch in awe as he checks the horrid man for anything of value to them. A ring of keys, a pouch of coin, an iron sword, and a map are all Illumina deems worthy.

While his strength has returned, he's mindful of the boys and their weak bodies. He carries Purpled on his back, the violet eyed boy the smallest out of them all.

It takes hours to escape their prison mostly undetected. When they do, Illumina grabs the first horse he can find that's saddled up and tells the boys to hold on as he rides off.

The map was appreciated beyond comprehension. It doesn't take long to find a town and get the boys proper clothing that will survive the journey to the Arctic. Keeping them close and their heads down they get what they need tools wise and leave before the sun can even set.

It's hard, telling Purpled that he'll have to wait even longer to see his brother, but promises once they return Ranboo home that Punz can come there to take him home. If Illumina must admit, he chooses Technoblade first because once it hits the news of the princes return and Illumina's name is spread, he hopes Fruit will come and find him, even if they have to meet in the middle.

Throughout the terror and pain, they push through. From the nights they got separated, Purpled clinging to Ran and assuring the dragon hybrid Illumina will find them, fighting off zombies when Ran couldn't stand straight to hold a sword. The relief when Illumina scoops them both into his arms and holds then tighter than before.

With hunters hot on their tail they can't afford to stop and it takes four months itself to reach the borders between the Arctic Empire and whatever land they found themselves in.

Ran's wings have grown in, one a dark, scaley black with brilliant green in the folds between each bone. The other is a is white and reminds Illumina of a jellyfish, bits and tassles hanging from the wing giving it a much more fragile, paper thin appearance. Both are incredibly strong, despite their looks, and it's often the intimidation factor the two wings bring that gets them out of sticky situations.

A year has passed since they've been held in captivity, Illumina now seventeen and the boys twelve.

Illumina buys the cheapest tickets to the Empire, having to hold Ran's hand to keep him from teleporting ahead in excitement. He cries multiple times, the feeling of finally being free and so close to home hitting him like a truck. Illumina sees the excitement on Purpleds face, knowing after Ran he gets his family too.

They arrive on the island and immediately Ranboo is dragging them the way to the inner walls. Claiming to know his home like the back of his hand. Passing by a few guards, Purpled asks why they don't just tell the guards they have the prince.

"The guards were the whole reason Ranboo ended up where he was, plus they could try killing us immediately thinking we took Ran. I can't risk putting you two in any more danger." Is the reply he gets.

They teleport to the other side of the walls easily, walking to the other, and teleporting. This repeats for two days till they reach the inner most wall. Techno stands on a platform in the town center, his expression showing no emotion and stance as proper as ever. Just watching him stand so straight makes Illumina's back ache.

Ranboo sobs on the spot and before he can call for his father and rush forward a hand is placed on Illumina's shoulder with a harsh grip.

The guard asks who they are, saying they most definitely are not meant to be there, and within that moment a rage so heavy it hits Illumina like a tidal wave.

A year of torture and pain, months of walking and risking his life to get here and right as he can reach it someone stops him. Illumina barely registers it before the boys jump back screaming and he's pulled his sword out to hit the other man.

He faintly hears cries of "Harvey!" As more people rush towards them. He can only focus on his blade pressing against the man, Harvey's, sword and the deep laughter filling his mind.

"It seems you've finally been broken into." The Blood God thinks aloud.

He yells for Ran to run to his dad who's being ushered of stage, his speech being cut short.

Ran looks between his father who has yet to notice him and then back to Illumina who's risked so much for him. To Purpled, who looks horrified and is trying his hardest to pull back Illumina.

And he chooses them.

Jumping between Illumina and Tapl he unfurls his large wings and yells out with a slightly staticy voice "Stop!"

And it's as if the world has stopped, the Blood God no longer speaking in Illumina's mind, Purpled can sag his shoulders in relief, and all eyes are on them.

He looks into Tapl's heterochromatic eyes and in a voice barely above a whisper says "Stop attacking my family."

Tapl steps back, the other guards step back. All can easily recognize the missing Prince, from the two-toned hair to the sparkling eyes only he possesses.

His name is breathed out and demands attention. Ranboo turns to gaze at his father from across the short distance and it's real.

They meet in the middle and Ran holds his father like a scared child, and Techno allows himself to crumble and cry. He cries for the child thought to be dead, stolen from him by those he trusted. He cries for the year and months he's spent separated from him. They cry together, and tears of pent up pain turn to tears of happiness. His grandfather and uncles appear soon enough, he's wrapped in hugs so tight and a pair of wings so warm he could fall asleep.

Purpled and Illumina and thanked for bringing him back, and all Illumina asks is for them to help them find their homes. A message is sent far and wide of Purpled's reappearance and it takes less than a month for a blonde boy, fresh i to adulthood to come crashing through the castle doors and Purpled to find himself wrapped in his big brothers arms once more.

Punz sobs so loudly it's heard from across the palace, clinging to his baby brother and cradling him like a baby.

You'd think after the royal family just about got on their knees to thank him, Illumina would be used to it and stop being so embarrassed, but something about seeing Purpled light up like he's dreamed of seeing the boy do and finally getting to see with his own two eyes the brother he talked about makes him very thankful for the mask there to hide his flushed cheeks.

Ranboo and Purpled aren't ready to let go, so Punz stays with his brother in the castle for awhile.

Illumina is asked thousands and thousands of questions, where they were taken, how they escaped, etcetera.

He takes Techno aside and confesses the deal he made in return for their freedom. He confesses he has yet to know what he's given up to the Patron and his fears. He confesses that He couldn't bare the thought of young Purpled loosing his hope and being raised in a place like that, Ranboo being hurt worse and worse for bottles of acidic breath.

He apologizes for being selfish and wanting to find his family.

And for the first time in forever, he's being held in the safety of a warm hug. He gets to cry and be comforted, he gets to be weak.

It takes longer, but one day new face appears and after four years he breaths in that ridiculously sweet scent of green apples and sweet fruits that Fruit Berries always had. He hugs his friend once again.

They show the boys their tricks, as Illumina promised. They watch them do stupidly dangerous things that make Phil, Techno, and Wilbur flinch and jump to catch the two seventeen year olds, always groaning in faux annoyance watching them land safely, Phil claiming this'll give him a heart attack and Wilbue and Techno agreeing their stupid (while impressive) actions are gonna be bad influences on their sons. Wilbur calls it quits after they manage to drag Punz in, the mercenary dueling the two of them and trying to see whether strength or agility are better. Purpled is torn between cheering for either family member and just yells words of encouragement a lot.

For once in a long long time, they're safe.

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chaolie · 3 years

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Fundywastaken week, Day 7 - Masquerade

Not gonna lie, this is probably my favorite thing I wrote for @fundyfiles' fwt week so far! And while the ending isn't exactly all that masquerade-related, I'm still extremely proud of it! And this is also on my Ao3!

Characters: Fundy, Dream, Other(s)

Words: ~1.5k

Under the cover of the night, Fundy snuck over to the building with bright lights and loud noises. The unmistakable noises of people having a ball, or simply a party, but he was well aware of that to begin with. Moreso, he even knew what kind of a party it was - a masquerade. A great opportunity for him. He looked down at the mask in his hands, a fox mask big enough to cover all his features. Carefully, he put it over his face and assured himself again - If no one suspects he’s there, no one will notice him. And why would they suspect that?

He carefully climbed the small balcony and slipped inside unnoticed, just as if he was always there. Just as if he was even invited. Just as if this wasn’t a masquerade held by the very group his country was at war with. He glanced around the giant ballroom filled with enemy soldiers and observed each and every one of them for a moment, trying to recognize them. That was, until his gaze came across a familiar man in a white mask with a smile painted on it.

Fundy rolled his eyes under his mask, of course Dream didn’t bother with a different disguise. With a grin forming on his face, he slowly approached the man. Luckily, there was no one else around him and he was standing in one of the corners, so it wasn’t too risky to do so. And even if it was, the fox hybrid would probably try anyway - that’s what he was here for, after all. Finally, he stopped at the man’s side and picked his next words carefully.

“You know, I thought you’d be more creative with your mask,” he stated finally. Immediately, Dream spun around to face him and froze.

“...What?!” he yelped, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. Fundy laughed quietly at his reaction while the man still tried to wrap his mind around the fact that his boyfriend was there, in front of him. “What are you doing here?” he asked in a hushed tone.

“I figured I’d drop by? I mean, it’s a masquerade, no one will recognize me!” he explained cheerfully, and Dream shook his head.

“No one- Fundy, you’re- anyone could recognize you!” he answered, the last thing he wanted was the fox hybrid being caught. “You have a fox mask!”

“And you have your everyday mask? What’s the point?” Fundy asked. When Dream didn’t laugh, he figured he should take the conversation a bit more seriously. “Look, it’s fine, no one will figure this out, I swear. And if they do, just say you didn’t!”

“And what about you?” the man asked, and Fundy carefully moved a piece of his suit to reveal a couple of enderpearls.

“I’m prepared for that,” he answered, and Dream finally seemed to calm down. “Now, care for a dance?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“...You are unbelievable,” the man sighed, but took Fundy’s hands nonetheless.

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” the fox hybrid shrugged as he led Dream deeper into the room, to where other people were dancing.

“...I’m glad you’re here, though. Dare I say, this night would be unbearable without you,” he added, and could tell Fundy was smiling even with the mask covering his boyfriend’s face.

“I- I’m glad too,” he stuttered out just before they reached the dancefloor.

They swayed around for a couple of songs, spent some time resting, returned to dancing, got some food, returned to the dancefloor once more… and the night was going great. By some absolute miracle, not one person asked about Fundy’s identity or even suspected him to be the masked stranger Dream was passing the time with. Perhaps because they didn’t want to annoy their leader? Perhaps because they felt it’d ruin the masquerade’s spirit to ask his name? Whatever was the reason, it made the night far less stressful.

Only three hours into the party, the two separated, Dream sitting down on one of the benches and Fundy leaving to grab a drink for him. As soon as they did, Sapnap was quick to take a seat next to his friend and start a conversation. And of course it was about the ‘masked stranger’.

“Come on, you two look like you’re having fun! Why don’t you ask him his name?” he asked, and Dream could only shake his head.

“It’s a masquerade, it’s supposed to be a secret,” he answered.

“Oh, because he doesn’t know who you are.”

“...He figured it out himself.”

“And you’re making it hard to do that?” Sapnap chuckled. “Come on, what’s the harm in asking?”

“I… Already asked. He doesn’t want to tell me. And I get it, it would ruin the magic anyway,” Dream lied, but his friend seemed to believe him.

“Oh, man. Maybe ask again when he’s leaving?”

“Listen, maybe, but he’s not-” Dream tried to argue, getting off the bench with the intend to pace around for a moment. Still, the moment he got to his feet, someone crashed into him.

He quickly spun around, ready to apologize, and found his masked boyfriend standing there, an empty glass in hand. His suit, however, was soaking wet with the drink. The fox hybrid quickly glanced between the man and the suit before groaning in annoyance and trying to… scratch the drink off the suit? Whatever the gesture was meant to do, it didn’t help his clothing in the slightest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Dream gasped, stepping closer and searching his pockets for anything they could use to wipe the drink. Unsurprisingly, he found nothing.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Fundy muttered lowly, hoping that Sapnap wouldn’t recognize his voice. Luckily, the other man was too busy muffling a laugh. “I… was about to head home anyway.”

“Oh? Well, uh- do you want me to walk you there?” Dream offered immediately. “That’s the least I can do for you.”

“...That’d be nice,” Fundy nodded. “I don’t really want to get jumped by a horde of zombies on my way back.”

“Great! Then, uh, let’s go,” his boyfriend decided, taking his hand and starting to lead him to the way out. Before they could go, Sapnap collected himself.

“Hey, wait!” he called after them, and they both stopped. “Asking on Dream’s behalf, what’s your name?” he asked. Dream shook his head while Fundy did his best to find a good answer.

“It’s a secret,” he said finally, holding up one of his fingers to imitate a shush. “Everyone will find out when the time is right,” he added. Sapnap nodded.

“Alright then. Travel safely,” he wished before turning to leave. Dream breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Great answer,” he said before starting to walk again.

They made it outside with no one else stopping them, and slowly started to walk towards the forest that would eventually lead them to L’Manburg. Only under the cover of the trees, Fundy took off his mask and Dream could finally see the grin on his face. The fox hybrid looked down at the stain on his suit before turning to his boyfriend again.

“So? What do you think about my genius plan to get out?” he asked, pointing to his stained suit. Dream hummed in wonder for a moment.

“I mean, we’re out. You could’ve attracted too much attention, though,” he pointed out, and Fundy rolled his eyes.

“And we’re out,” he repeated. “But hey, I’d say the masquerade was fun,” he added, and Dream had to agree.

“Yeah, it was. Probably because of you,” he nodded, and Fundy’s smile brightened.

“Aww, thanks!” he hummed. “And I didn’t get recognized!”

“Right. Even though you were wearing a fox mask. That's impressive,” Dream teased, and Fundy snickered at that.

“Sure, Mr. Wearing The Same Mask You Always Do,” he answered. And while Dream could just drop the topic, he quickly got a different idea…

“Is that what you want your last name to be one day?” he asked, and Fundy sputtered.

“Wait what?” he stuttered out, and Dream wheezed with laughter at his reaction. “Wait no, go back, what?! Are you- Will we like? Actually get married?!” he gasped, and Dream calmed himself down enough to speak again.

“I mean, if you want to? But maybe let’s wait until you don’t have to risk your life sneaking into a masquerade just to spend some time with me?” he answered, and Fundy nodded swiftly.

“Yeah, of course!” he agreed. “But- Oh, I’m- Actually?” he asked, still struggling to collect himself.

“I promise,” Dream nodded.

“This feels like you’re proposing to me,” Fundy pointed out, and this time Dream found himself struggling to find an answer.

“I- I- I guess? I mean, it’s-” he stuttered, and Fundy chuckled quietly before stopping in the middle of the path.

“Alright, so not yet, got it,” he hummed. “I think you walked me far enough, I can go the rest of the way alone,” he said, a bright smile still on his face. Dream nodded.

“A-alright, so… goodbye, then?” he answered, and Fundy hummed in agreement.

“See you later! Oh, and just so you know, the second I get my hands on a ring, you won’t have to worry about proposing,” he informed, placing a quick kiss on Dream’s mask before turning and swiftly running towards L’Manburg’s walls.

“Oh, alright-” Dream nodded, waving after him. “...Wait-”

#fwtweek2021 #fundywastaken #fundy #dream #c!fundy #c!dream #my writing #fwt #mcyt #dream smp #Well now I'm not sure if the ending is well written but it still brings a smile to my face :]

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Wilbur’s last stand

TW: Suicide in POV

(Guess you could see this as a sequel of my story “Just stay out of my way”, and “I’ll lose as a winner”, but that’s up to you. Enjoy!

Wilbur tried to keep his expression blank as he watched his younger brother flee the scene, limping from his leg wound. The teenager dared to cast a glance over his shoulder as he gained some distance, clearly terrified the older man would launch another attack. Something inside Wilbur urged him on to do just that, to finish what he had started. He wanted to see the blood flow from the young man’s neck, to see the light fade out in his eyes… what the hell? Wilbur slashed his knife at the nearest tree, desperately trying to get rid of these thoughts. What was he doing? Tommy had hurt him when he destroyed the pin, and Wilbur had wanted to punish him for that sure, to make sure the young man wouldn’t return. He hadn’t meant to come so close to killing him. Instead, something had snapped inside Wilbur when the young man had raised his arms to defend himself against his hits, and had even managed to bring him to the ground before fleeing. It had been so easy to chase the younger man down, and it would’ve been so simple to finish him... When the cold blade met Tommy’s throat, only then Wilbur had come to his senses and released the younger man from his grip, allowing the young man to scramble away. Wilbur just shrugged. At least the teenager would stay out of his way now. Pocketing his knife, Wilbur turned back to Manburg, to finish what he was about to do before this rude interruption. Gingerly stepping over the shattered pin, he sent a message to Dream. There was work to be done.

Spurring on his garron hard, Wilbur tried to be on the man before the Enderpearl landed. Badboyhalo had dropped his bow and was now running, but Wilbur was gaining quickly. He would soon be upon him. The sun reflected in his sword as he raised it, ready to cut down on the man. Just when the sword would’ve hit flesh, the Enderpearl met ground, and Badboyhalo evaporated out of thin air. Frustrated, Wilbur turned his horse around, scanning his surroundings for his next victim. TNT was still blowing off in the distance and had already injured, possibly killed, many but there was a lack of Withers in the air. Where the hell was Technoblade? Snorting in frustration, Wilbur realized the other man was probably still sleeping, like he should’ve expected. Blood for the blood god, the man had chanted, and had promised Wilbur he wouldn’t miss it for anything. What a friend he was. It didn’t matter. Wilbur would have a harsh word with the man after he was done here. Riding through the devastation, Wilbur enjoyed the frightened gazes of the people as they hid in the rubbles. The man had taken the vow not to kill the defenseless, and intended to keep that promise as long as they weren’t getting in the way. He still prided himself on having some honor. Rounding a corner, Wilbur came face to face with Antfrost, who was trying to free another man from a collapsed building. As Antfrost lay his eyes on Wilbur, he raised his sword, shaking, but seemingly determined to face his foe. Finally, another challenger, Wilbur smirked as he brought his garron back to a gallop. An arrow hit the horse in the chest and as the animal collapsed noisily, Wilbur was launched over it’s head. Hitting the ground hard, the man was dazed for a moment, but quickly recovered himself and started looking for the man who had just killed his mount. His eyes soon fell on a green man standing in the distance, crossbow raised. “You!”, Wilbur called, charging at Dream as both men readied themselves for a battle. Swords clashed at each other as both men tried to get the upper hand on the other, but Wilbur was being reckless in his anger and had never been the best at duels. As the man lost his balance in a poorly aimed cut, Dream took his opportunity to kick the legs from under him and stepped back as Wilbur hit the ground. Managing to cut off one last blow, Wilbur’s mind raged with fear as he saw Dream’s blade swing down. Pain soared through his shoulder, and then everything went black.

Flickering his eyelids open, Wilbur found himself to be sitting on the tower overlooking the festival grounds. Dizzy from blood loss and slightly nauseous, he tried to take in his surroundings. Punz was keeping an eye on him, crossbow loaded. Wilbur tried to meet his gaze steadily, only to yell out when another pain shot through his shoulder. “Just stay still, I’ll be done soon”, a familiar voice mumbled in his ear. Hesitantly breaking Punz’s gaze, Wilbur was shocked as he laid his eyes on Tommy, who was working awkwardly around the chains binding his hands as he tended to Wilbur’s shoulder injury. “So you’re finally awake”. A voice shook Wilbur out of his thoughts as Schlatt acknowledged him. The president was standing at the railing, looking down at the ruins of the festival down below. Wilbur tried to reach for his sword, only to realize that his weapons were taken from him and that his hands were tied as well. “I wouldn’t try anything”, Schlatt chuckled. “You know, after Dream brought you here, I wanted to slit your throat and be done with it”. Turning his back to the chaos below, he let his gaze rest on the two men. “It’s only thanks to your little friend here that you’re still breathing. Might be we have some use for you”. Grinding his teeth, Wilbur remembered how Dream had betrayed him. Why’d he be so stupid as to trust his man? Another pain shot through his shoulder as Tommy tightened the bandages. Wilbur shook Tommy off, ignoring the pained expression in the young man. “Just leave me alone, I don’t need you!”, he snapped at the teenager. Tommy scoffed, opened his mouth to say something, then pointedly turned his back to him. Schlatt just laughed “Play nice children. You’ll need all your energy once Quackity gets here. We have some huge plans for you”. Wilbur wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of a reply. Instead, he just kept his gaze locked firmly on Schlatt, planning his next move. Time went by slowly and after trading some crude jokes with Schlatt and roughly beating up Tommy after a remark the young man made, Punz slowly started nodding off. As another explosion went off in the distance, Wilbur knew that this could be the chance he was waiting for. Throwing himself off the wall behind him like Philza taught him, Wilbur shoved Tommy out of the way and crossed the room to Schlatt. Narrowly avoiding an arrow aimed for his head, Wilbur managed to reach Schlatt as the other got out a knife. A pain shot through his face as Wilbur dodged too late, but he managed to steady himself and threw his arms over Schlatt’s shoulders, holding the other man in an embrace. Turning around the other man, choking him so he wouldn’t resist too much, Wilbur was able to use the other man as a human shield. Wilbur tried to ignore the beating of his heart as he carefully stepped back to the edge of the tower, keeping his gaze locked on Punz and his crossbow. Wilbur’s scar ached as he remembered Punz his deadly shot, almost losing his life to it once before as he got hit as they were being chased from the election grounds. Well, there’d be no running this time. Letting out a sign, Wilbur knew there would be no turning back now.

Wilbur tried not to feel the wind pulling at his cloak or the flames growling hungrily down below. It would only cause him to freak out, which would mean death at this point. He had almost lost his balance once before, after Schlatt had dared a desperate effort to escape, almost causing both men to fall. Wilbur felt himself growing faint as his thoughts started to wander. Wilbur had loved to pull Schlatt into an embrace without any warning, or jump on his back, back when they were young and in love. Things were so much simpler back then… how did it end up to be like this? They could never go back. Wilbur raised his gaze as Punz started barking his commands to him. He must’ve seen he was weakening too, Wilbur realized with a pang. Trying to stand up a little straighter, he listened to Punz his terms. “Stand down, and you’ll live. You don’t want to die here. You have no other choice!”. Wilbur wasn’t feeling like reasoning with these men. He knew he had the upper-hand until backup arrived, and wouldn’t throw that away. Schlatt smelled of fear in his arms as Wilbur spoke. “Shoot me, and we’ll both feed the flames. Maybe that is what you want? It would make a nice bonfire…”. Punz was frowning at this, which made Wilbur continue, gaining confidence “Release me. Give me a horse and supplies, and send us off the way. I might just let Schlatt live”, he added with a wink. “Don’t do it! Shoot him!”, Schlatt shouted. Tightening the chains around Schlatt’s neck, cutting off his breath, realized he forgot to include Tommy in his terms. Loosening his chains to allow Schlatt to gasp for air, Wilbur found his voice again. “One more th-“. He held his breath as he saw with a shock that Punz had just released a bolt at him. He wouldn’t. Wilbur flinched as the arrow scraped his cheek, drawing blood, but managed to keep his composure.

Wordlessly urging Tommy on to flee as the young man got to his feet, Wilbur sighed as his brother found his voice instead. “Please Will, stop this madness”, the teenager pleaded. “Take my hand, let’s walk out of here together! Let’s go home!”. Wilbur’s heart ached as he saw Tommy reach out a hand, as far as he could in his chains. For a moment, Wilbur felt hopeful, before his gaze shifted to the young man’s wounded leg. Wilbur had to admit he was badly injured himself. They’d never make it. Feeling his voice break, he asked Tommy where they would go. They had already lost, everything was gone. Tommy just shook his head determinedly as he took another step closer, ignoring Punz’s protests, as he told his older brother that Tubbo was waiting for them. The horses were saddled, they’d soon be out of here, and never have to look back at this mess. Wilbur’s mind was racing until it all came to an halt. He knew what he had to do. He’d make sure Schlatt’s rule would end today, and go out on his own terms. Don’t even think, he whispered to himself, taking a hesitant step back as Schlatt struggled. Don’t even think about… Fundy? He’d never see his son again, would the young man miss him..? Would he know- No! He had to do this. For L’manberg..? Wilbur tried to keep his voice steady as he met Tommy’s gaze one last time. “I’m so sorry Toms, but I can’t. It’s just like you said”, he whispered as he felt a single tear run over his cheek. “I’ll lose as a winner”. He saw Tommy’s heart shatter in the young man’s eyes as Wilbur tightened the grip on Schlatt’s neck, and threw them both over the edge.

Everything felt like agony. His whole body was screaming in pain, and Wilbur would’ve screamed out himself if even breathing didn’t hurt so very much. Schlatt was laying is his arms, staring up at him with empty eyes as his neck was broken by the fall, giving the man the mercy of a quick death. Wilbut hadn’t been so lucky. From the smell, he guessed that his leg was burning, but a pang of horror he realized he didn’t feel the heat, or didn’t have the strength to move his leg. He couldn’t move at all. Somewhere far away people were screaming, but he couldn’t focus enough on the voices to hear what they were saying. Wilbur’s vision was blurring, and he clenched his jaws through the pain. He couldn’t give up yet, just focus. He wasn’t finished yet, Manburg was still standing. The vague outline of a man appeared above him, but Wilbur couldn’t make out a face. Schlatt was carefully removed from his arms. “No, no, don’t take him away. Don’t leave me alone”, Wilbur thought he whimpered, but if any of it passed his lips, no one seemed to hear. They just carried Schlatt’s body away. Wilbur felt himself panic as he felt himself start to fade away, when the first man crouched down next to him, seemingly talking to him. Wilbur tried to calm himself, trying to stay awake as he tried to focus on the voice even though he couldn’t make out the words, when another figure appeared behind the first. This time, Wilbur could see him clear as day. “Dad…?” he whimpered, and suddenly he felt like he was a little boy again, begging for his father’s forgiveness. Philza looked just like he remembered as he shot his son a comforting smile, and held out his hand. Wilbur hesitated for a moment before reaching up, his chains suddenly gone. The man’s hands were soft and warm, and as Wilbur was being helped to his feet, he realized he didn’t feel any pain anymore. When Philza smiled at him, realization about what was happening hit Wilbur. “No, no, I’m not- I can’t-“, hot tears ran over his cheek as he was being pulled in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he sobbed as he allowed himself to break into his father’s arms. Philza held his son for a moment longer before beckoning him to follow. Wilbur sucked in a breath as he saw the ones he loved but lost through the years waiting for him in the distance. His mother was there, so was Sally, even Fundy’s little sister, waving at him, along with so many others. Not being able to wait any longer, Wilbur started running to them, to be at their side, leaving his broken body behind.

#wilbursoot #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tommy innit #dreamsmp #dream smp #l'manberg #manberg #dream #schlatt #jschlatt #l'manburg #manburg #pogtopia #Philza #technoblade

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whycraft · 5 years

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The Three Body Problem: Chapter 7

The victory was short-lived. Only one day after the infiltration, Team STAR sent Grian a message: [We need to talk.]

With anxiety clenching his chest, Grian met up with Doc in the middle of the battlefield.

Doc didn’t beat around the bush. “We know, Grian.”

“Know what?”

Mumbo, the Watcher realised. Grian, they know Mumbo’s a mole, it’s a tra-

Doc pressed a button laying inconspicuously on the ground, and Grian plummeted into a hole. But it wasn’t a hole: it was an infinity room.

“Bananas? You didn’t think we’d realise?” Ren was also in the infinity room. His legs and torso were hidden behind the item frame maps, with only his head and shoulders peeking into the room.

“I -”

Ren yanked a dishevelled Mumbo into the infinity room while Doc swung down from the ceiling.

“Needless to say, we’ve got a member on our team that we don’t really want,” said Doc. ”You can have him back, of course. For a price.”

“Whoa, hey, I’m not an animal. You can’t sell me,” protested Mumbo.

“What’s the price?” asked Grian.

“If you want to get him back… he has to lose his moustache.”

Mumbo giggled a little. “You can’t be serious.”

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“I can’t believe they were serious,” griped Mumbo. “I look ridiculous.”

“You’ll look even more ridiculous when it starts growing out again,” Grian remarked. “Little peach fuzz.”

“Yikes.”

“If it’s any condolence, Team STAR’s base looks equally ridiculous now.”

“Why? What happened to it?”

Grian grinned. “Your moustache got relocated to the front of the turtle bit.”

Mumbo laughed. “No way.”

“Way.”

“Oh, wow, that’s perfect. I’m going to go check it out.”

As soon as Mumbo flew out of the window, the Watcher said, We need to end this war.

“What do you think we’ve been trying to do?”

No, I mean we need to end it as soon as possible. What if they’d decided not to be merciful to Mumbo? What if they’d kept him trapped? We can’t risk anyone else getting hurt.

“It’s just a game, Watcher.”

Still.

“I guess we could make it into an actual game,” Grian mused. “Like King of the Hill, or something. Winner takes all.”

Would we win King of the Hill?

“I dunno. I’ve never actually played.”

Not King of the Hill, then.

“Capture the flag?”

Would we win?

“Maybe. Probably.”

Let’s do it.

So Grian called a meeting between both teams at the peace flag and proposed the idea of turning the war into a game of capture the flag.

At first, Doc was more willing to just launch his trident at Grian’s head, but everyone warmed up to the idea pretty quickly. Each team had three flags - green and yellow for Team STAR, blue for G-Team. Each team also had fifteen lives, represented by turtle heads on gaurdian heads on a wall near the peace flag. If someone died while trying to steal the other team’s flag, they had to remove a head from their side of the wall. There were two ways to win: through action, by stealing all three of the other team’s flags, or by default, if the other team lost all fifteen lives.

On G-Team, Iskall, Stress, and Grian had each been tasked with protecting a flag.

Watcher, you want to help me make a flag room for capture the flag? You’re great at making stuff like that.

Oh, thank you! I’d love to help. Maybe it should be two or three rooms instead of one room. They were getting excited at the idea of building cryptic puzzle rooms again. Oh, oh, we’ll have to add a maze! With traps, of course.

Of course. Something with lava. Alright, let’s go!

They dug out three holes branching off from G-Team’s basement, on for each part of the flag room. There was a parkour room, a maze with lava in the ceiling, and then the actual room with the flag. The room with the flag was an infinity room, with holes in the floor that were hidden using a trick with fence gates and item frames.

They managed to convince Stress to give it a test run. She died eight times. Grian and the Watcher mentally high-fived.

Team STAR is definitely going to lose a lot of lives here.

Absolutely. I hope it’s too difficult for them to even reach the flag.

But only two days after they finished the flag room, they got a message from Iskall: [dude, your flag got stolen.]

What? Already? Impossible!

Grian sent a response: [seriously? by who?]

[False, i think? i’m not sure.]

[did they lose any lives?]

[i don’t know. there’s still the same number of heads on the board.]

She must have cheated! It’s the only explanation!

She probably just hasn’t gotten around to changing the board yet.

That doesn’t change the fact that Team STAR has one of our flags! Grian, what if we lose?

Watcher, we’ll be fine even if we lose. It’s just a game.

We need to retaliate. We need to steal one of their flags.

What, right now?

Yes!

At that moment, Mumbo flew back into the room, laughing. “Oh my word, I’ve just seen their base. It’s hilarious.”

The Watcher jumped into control. “Hey, Mumbo, want to raid Team STAR’s base?”

Watcher!

Mumbo raised his eyebrows. “Right now?”

“Iskall just sent me a message that they stole one of our flags, so I thought we should try and get one of theirs.”

“I - well, alright, then. I’ll just go get some gear.” He flew off again.

Watcher! Do you realise what you just did?

Of course I realise! they snapped, handing control back over to Grian. But you weren’t going to do it, so I had to. Now go get some gear, we’re invading Team STAR’s base.

—————-

“Have we got a plan?” Mumbo asked after they set their spawns outside of Team STAR’s base.

“Absolutely not.”

“I figured as much.” He surveyed the door to the base. “On three?”

“On three. One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

They charged in and were immediately attacked by a flock of silenced phantoms. They almost fell off the staircase because it was so dark, and Grian got down to a heart and a half.

Abort, abort!

Grian and Mumbo quickly backtracked to the relative safety outside and shut the door behind them.

“Okay, so…” Mumbo rested his hands on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. “It’s a Hogwarts staircase room with phantoms, creepy music, and armour stands of me.”

“Right. Potions.”

They drank some potions and headed back in. Grian died.

No!

It’s okay, we can do this.

Mumbo found one of Team STAR’s flags close to the bottom of the labyrinth. Grian followed close behind him, and both of them fell into a hole. Grian suffocated, but Mumbo burned in lava.

The Watcher screamed in frustration. Again?! That’s three lives!

They made their way back down to the flag room, more cautious this time.

“Oh, I see now!” said Mumbo, examining the flag room. “Oh, this is old school.”

“What is it?”

He indicated the redstone ore in the ground. “Updating the redstone by walking on it sets off the lava coming down from the ceiling. I think we have to enderpearl in to get the flag.”

“I’ve only got three enderpearls, so we can either do one-in-one-out or two-in-one-out.”

Mumbo chuckled. “One in, one out, I think. You can go.”

Grian lined up to throw the enderpearl.

“Make sure you don’t activate the redstone.”

He threw the enderpearl and landed neatly next to the flag. He removed it from the floor, muttering, “Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me,” the whole time.

“Alright, now back out.”

Grian crouched and threw the second enderpearl. He landed at Mumbo’s side, flag in hand.

Yes! Now get out before you get caught!

They escaped the labyrinth and made their way across the battlefield back to G-Team base, making sure to remove three heads from their wall along the way. Almost giddy with victory, they hung the flag in pride of place in the G-Team meeting room.

The Watcher sighed, stressed but pleased. Well done, boys. Well done.

#grian #grianmc #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft #evo #minecraft evo #minecraft evolution #watcher!grian #watcher grian #poultry man #minecraft fic #ttbp #whycraft writes #my post

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Author: https://oxfordsemicolon-rebel.tumblr.com/

Recipient: http://redvsvblue.tumblr.com

Summary: When Gavin goes missing while searching for Enderpearls from Achievement City, Geoff, Jack, Ryan, Michael and Jeremy set out to find their favourite Brit.

Warnings: minor injury

WordCount: 1, 863

"Where the fuck did Gavin go?"`

Jack sighed, stopping his farming and turning to watch as he heard Geoff yelling about the young Brit.

"What did he do this time?" Jack said as Geoff came up to his garden.

"There's fucking lava in my house! And the only one who can't be found is that little shit. So, have you seen him?"

Jack sighed; just a prank, then. "No, Geoff, I haven't seen him. Check with Michael, you know those two are always together."

Geoff groaned. "I know. That's why I checked with him first. Nada." Jack felt the stirring of something in his stomach. Geoff went on "…same thing with Jeremy. Said he hadn't seen him since yesterday"

Jack asked, the ‘something’ solidifying into worry. "And Ryan? Did you-Have you asked him yet?"

Geoff huffed, oblivious to the trepidation spreading through his bearded companion. "He's next on my list, if you're sure you haven't seen him? If you're covering for the little prick he won't be the only one to pay the price"

Jack cut him off; "No, I definitely haven’t seen him. Do you think…do you think something might have happened?”

Geoff, understanding why the ginger was so nervous, felt the beginnings of concern. “No, no I’m sure he’s with Ryan, or off hiding somewhere because he knows I’ll beat his ass when I find him.”

Jack look unconvinced, but replied nonetheless “Yeah, I’m just being silly. But let’s go ask Ryan…just in case.”

“Yeah”

Ryan was completely engrossed in his work when the two older men approached. He seemed to be building some sort of underground chamber, and neither Jack nor Geoff wanted to know why he needed a giant stone glass ceiling-ed room.

“Ryan.”

The tall blonde turned around, a flicker of concern crossing his face when he saw the two older men’s tense stances.

“What’s wrong?”

“How did you-why do you think somethi-” Geoff began spluttering, before being cut off by his bearded companion.

“Have you seen Gavin?” Jack asked, getting straight to the point.

Ryan’s face immediately grew more concerned. Though he would vehemently deny it, they all knew he had a soft spot for the Brit. “He’s not with Michael? Or Jeremy?”

“No, and if he’s not with you either, no one has seen him since yesterday morning.” Geoff responded, worry for his surrogate-son clear on his face. “He set my house on fire, but it’s burned enough he could have done it even before then, I was building an underwater house last night, I haven’t been home in 2 days.”

“And I haven’t seen him since he was talking to me about getting some ender pearls…oh. Oh shit.” Jack said, realization dawning.

“Oh shit” Ryan echoed.

The three men looked between themselves, before simultaneously coming to a decision.

“Well, if we’re gonna do this; we had better go grab the lads.” Geoff announced, his tone brooking no arguments, though his fellow gents had no protests. They were both keenly aware of the extents they would go to for the youngest of their mish-mashed little sextet.

Jeremy and Michael are together when the Gents come stalking up, looking for all the world as though someone has died; their gazes dark, their shoulders slumped, their steps laborious. Both the lads’ minds immediately jump to the last time one of their own had looked like that, remembering watching as Ryan didn’t look close enough, as he was taken by surprise by a skeleton archer, and sent careening over the edge of a cliff, and both Michael and Jeremy suddenly become acutely aware of the one member missing from the gathering.

“Where’s Gavin?” Jeremy asks, trepidation clear in his voice.

“We think he might be…that is to say, we’re fairly sure he’s bee-”

“The idiot got himself stuck in the Nether.” Ryan cuts off Jack’s stuttering, though he looks at the man apologetically. Jack, of course, understands. Each member of their little troupe deals with their concern differently; Jack gets anxious and nervous and worried, becoming over-protective and mothering; Ryan lashes out, goes short-tempered and impatient to hide his fear.

“Well fuck” Michael lets out.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. Which is why we’re about to go after the little shit and help him with all whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into.” Geoff says, before turning on his heel and stalking off.

The four remaining hunters share a look, communicating without words; they all saw the way Geoff’s eyes betrayed his concern before he turned away, and they all know they’ll have to look out for him. Where Jack frets and Ryan angers, Geoff becomes ruthlessly efficient, working and fighting while completely ignoring his own needs. It will only be worse with Gavin, whom Geoff has always been more protective of, and the men all make a silent vow to make sure Geoff is okay. Of course, Geoff isn’t the only one who has a soft spot for the Brit, and, as each man’s gaze meets the others’, each can see the resolve hardening in their compatriots’ eyes. They’ll all make it out of this unharmed, Nether and monsters be damned.

The 5 of them walk through the nether, heading away from the only entrance and exit and towards what Jeremy eloquently put as “our impending doom.” The boys’ usual boisterous humour was noticeably missing, only adding more tension to the already downcast group.

Geoff headed the group, walking determinedly forward, as though knowing exactly where he would find their missing lover. Jack walked next to him, clearly following Geoff but striding directly by his side, not a step behind. Jeremy walked behind them, eyes running over each and every pile of dirt, monster and lava pool with a frantic attentiveness that spoke of his fear. Michael paced around the group, breaking through anything obstructing the path or around it, his frustration being taken out on the unfeeling piles of dirt and monsters roaming the dark world. Ryan pulled up the back of the troupe, not interacting with the others in the slightest, a tight hold on his emotions in an attempt to keep himself from breaking down. His eyes watched the backs of the 4 men he called his own, trusting them to be looking for their last member, but unable to look away for fear of another of them disappearing.

They were all getting more and more anxious as the minutes went by with no sign of Gavin when a muffled shout came from just over the horizon. Five heads snapped towards the sound, stopping in their tracks.

“Is that-”

“That’s gotta be-”

“Sounds like-”

“Oh my god-”

“Gavin!”

Suddenly the cry came again, still muffled but slightly louder, and with the tell-tale squawking of one very unique man.

The group looked at each other before rushing towards the sound, jumping over pools of lava and rushing uncaring of pig men and endermen, cutting and hacking as the yelling got louder, though it was no more legible the closer they got to it. Eventually, it became clear the noise had some sort of rhythm to it. In fact, if Jack didn’t know any better, he’d say it was…

“Is that fucking asshole singing?” Michael asked, relief mixing with anger over what was, yes, becoming more and more clearly Gavin’s nasally version of singing.

As the group approached, they could finally make out the loudly sung and worryingly slurred lyrics of the tune.

“-end Her Victorious

Happy and Glorious

Long to Reign Over Us

God Save The Queen!”

The band of men finally made it to the source of the sound, a large, very deep obsidian hole, with a sandy-haired figure at the very bottom of it. The figure, quickly identified by his lovers as Gavin, was lolling about with one of his legs at a very unnatural angle. He had paused for a moment, as though in deep thought, then, after a deep breath, has taken up the tune again.

“Our Albert Edward Bless

God Grant Him Happiness

God Save the Pr-”

Gavin’s rolling eyes finally stopped on the five faces peering over the edge of the hole, mouths and eyes wide with shock, though whether over Gavin’s song or the fact he was singing not one of them could say. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your perspective, befor they could regain their wits, the thin man spoke again.

“Oh bollocks” He said, speech only becoming more unintelligible as he continued, “you all missed the first verse. No matter, I’ll restart.” Then he took a deep breath, clearly intent on doing as he had said he would.

Before he could get a word out, thought, there were a series of thumps around him as Geoff, Jack, Ryan, Michael and Jeremy jumped into the hole. Geoff grabbed the young man, pulling him into a hug before the Brit flinched violently and rolled over the throw up. Jack petted his back soothingly, before he, with Geoff’s help, got Gavin settled with his head in the tattooed man’s lap.

“Gav?” Michael asked, tentative.

“Hey Micool” he replied, voice slurring the already horrid pronunciation even further. “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Saving your ass” Ryan instantly replied, continuing “How the hell did you get yourself stuck in an obsidian hole.”

“No’ enough…blocks n’ the food… the food ran n’out” Gavin, voice filled with exhaustion, muttered out.

“Well you fucking dick, next time maybe you should think of that before GOING INTO THE NETHER ALONE!” Geoff cried, voice lacking heat but filled with worry.

The smaller man just mumbled and turned his face into his stomach, curling around Geoff as Jack kissed his head while Michael took up the post of rubbing his back. Jeremy stood by, lightly resting a hand on his shoulder, while Ryan stood, still agitated as one of their party was hurt.

After a moment of silence, Gavin mumbled something again, the only word that was understandable being “…home?”

Geoff visibly softened, tense lines from his, and the others’, worry fading out as he gently lifted the clearly concussed young man.

“Yeah Gav, we’re gonna bring you home.”

Slowly, the six made their way out of the hole, building steps for Geoff to climb easily with Gavin still encompassed in his arms, shuddering lightly.

“’Ere was…”

“There was what Gav? C’mon, love, it’s okay.”

Gavin’s body was racked with a shudder again. “All ‘ight long…cryin’ out…bloody terrifying”

It was Geoff’s turn to shiver. “Who?”

Gavin turned into the larger man’s chest, the name just barely above a whisper. “Enderdicks”

Geoff’s arms tightened as, to his left, Jeremy let out an incredulous laugh. Geoff turned to look at him sharply, but the young man was already explaining himself.

“It’s just… no matter what happens, he’s still Gavin.” Jeremy shrugged helplessly.

And as the group finally exited the red-bathed world for their own-as they laid Gavin down in bed, as Michael and Jeremy reached for his hands, Geoff and Jack sitting next to his legs, and Ryan sitting by his head, just close enough to feel his heat but not quite touching. As they finally settled down together, just as it should be- Well, Geoff couldn’t help but agree.

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After Blackrock - part 4

“Prequel“

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

(Free speech - swear words)

- Oh, Rythian. You’re back again...

- Yes, I am.

- You probably know the path to my castle by memory now, don’t you, stalker?

- If you think that’s an insult... what age are you living in? Also, yes, I do.

Rythian was at Duncan’s castle, in the same position they met first time. Him by the gate, the scientist at the top.

- I’m not here to fight, Duncan, not am I here to intimidate. I just want to talk.

- Last time you wanted to “just talk” you threatened to kill me.

- I’m not doing that now.

Duncan raised an eyebrow.

- Why save Zoey?

For a second Rythian saw panic in his eyes. Then he was a statue again. A statue of arrogance and confidence that Rythian saw through.

- Why do you care?

- Why do you try to escape a simple question?

- Argh! How are you so good at this?!

- I’m not even trying. Now can you answer me?

- I just saw a person in need and helped.

- That brings me to my next question. How did you find her?

- Why does that matter?

- I have little patience for you, Duncan. How did you find her?

- Why do you care about this?

Rythian flew up above Duncan and used his catalitic lens on the gate. It exploded into pieces big and small, they were scattered all over the courtyard and Duncan was knocked back into his fountain. He quickly got out of the humiliating position and stood beside the flaming crater he used to call “impenetrable”

- Have you gone mad?!

- Just mentioning that this was a warning.

Rythian stared at Duncan from the heights he flew up to.

- How did you find Zoey?

His calm and quiet voice didn’t fit the destruction he caused.

- Why the fuck did you destroy my gate?!

- I won’t hesitate to destroy more.

Duncan stared at the floating crazy mage.

- I’m a calm person. I really am. But when someone provokes me, all of that disappears. Now Duncan-

The mad scientist didn’t seem so mad anymore.

- How did you find Zoey?

- I was... wandering around the End collecting some enderpearls, you know. I stumbled upon what looked like a battlefield. I looked through the ruins to try and figure out what happened when I found her body. Then I promised myself to save her.

He sighed.

- I had a secret thought... That maybe you’ll forgive me and we could put the past behind us.

- We could have.

Rythian landed on the other side of the crater and Duncan’s eyes followed him.

- We could have talked it out. Maybe I could have even forgiven you. But instead of showing signs of peace, you trapped me in a force field and threatened to blow up my base. After that, it’s kind of... repelling talking to you and trying to make peace when you probably don’t want it. You blew your last chance. Li. Te. Ra. Lly.

Rythian ascended, but was stopped by Duncan’s shout.

- And no thank you for Zoey?! Do you just not give a shit about her?!

He didn’t bother to turn around.

- No. I don’t.

He wasn’t far from truth.

On the way back to his tower Rythian rethought about everything he heard. Duncan was lying - that’s a fact. He’s hiding, he’s afraid of Rythian and he’s planning something. He also somehow found Zoey - that remains to be found out - and somehow saved her. That’s still a mystery to Rythian. Unless he can actually resurrect people from the dead...

“Necromancy. Why didn’t I think of that earlier???“

But if he actually is a necromancer, why did he give Zoey a mechanical body? Why not forge a body out of random animal parts?

“Technomancer. Literally“

So he knows how it happened. But why? Even if his version of the story is half true, why even attempt? Why try to get on Rythian’s good side if there is such a low chance of success?

“More importantly, why would he need my neutrality? That just makes him even more suspicious“

He landed at the top of his tower. The moonlight soothed him and his crazy mind.

“He’s planning something that I can stop, is lying right to my face about it thinking I won’t notice and somehow fit Zoey into all of it... Is she really just an attempt to soften me?“

Speak of the devil, he heard silent humming. It fit perfectly with the bright night and Rythian remembered how they left off. His shout, her hurt voice. He really didn’t want to confront her again. But his body didn’t follow his thoughts.

He entered the science room, as he decided to call it, in the middle of the song. Zoey was humming the melody with a slight smile, ignoring Rythian’s presence. He just closed his eyes and listened. The tune seemed so familiar, so memorable, yet so forgettable. He couldn’t remember what song it was, but at the moment he didn’t care. She ended the song and Rythian felt her stare. He didn’t want to open his eyes. But, he sighed and looked at Zoey. She was intently staring at him.

- I’m... sorry, Zoey...

- For what?

- For being so narrow minded and...

- I dunno what you should be sorry for. Your lame excuse of “science is dangerous” is not enough to hate me.

She was guilt tripping him and Rythian once again realized how well she knows him.

- I don’t hate you...

- You don’t have to lie to me.

- I’m not lying, I don’t hate you.

- Tell me why then.

He sighed but Zoey didn’t stop staring at him.

- Tell me why you hate endermen, why you wear a mask, why the endermen know you, why the Queen didn’t try to kill you, why you avoid the End, why...

- One question at a time!

His voice was louder than he anticipated.

-... please.

- Why do you hate endermen?

- I used to be like them. I used to live in the End and... serve the Queen.

- So that’s why they know you...

- Yeah.

- How did you... end up there?

He put his head down and said everything in quite a monotone voice, considering what his words must have meant to him.

- I was captured by the endermen before I could walk. They came through the portal my scientist parents made. I was kept in the End until I was ready to be introduced to the war happening there. Although, my age didn’t stop the endermen from... testing me.

He shook his head.

- They didn’t stop putting me through trials even when I was to be a warlord that’s supposed to take over the world beyond the portal.

He stopped for a moment.

- Now I think I was chosen because my spirit could have been easily broken. The Queen pulled all the strings necessary for me to start thinking it was my destiny to conquer the world. Eventually, I started thinking the daily beatings were a part of my training.

He sighed.

- Just like... killing other residents of the End that went against the Queen’s rule was my training. Capturing them and executing publicly was my training. Torturing rebel groups, castaways for locations and killing them after was my training. Needlessly brutal bloodbaths to send sign to others was my training.

He looked at his hands.

- So much innocent blood... yet I felt no guilt. It was all in the name of the Queen and she said I was doing well. So I continued. Every day, with every kill, I was more eager to take over the world and rule beside the Queen... I used to be her lap dog, wishing for a treat that would make it all worth.

He took a deep breath.

- But that wasn’t enough. I fought back to the endermen eventually, they stopped assaulting me. At least physically. They started saying how disgusting I looked and that hit me hard. I knew I wasn’t like them.

Rythian untied the back of his mask.

- I cut my face.

The cloth fell on the ground, revealing the scarred face underneath. It was a mark left by a knife long ago, on both sides of his face, both reaching from his mouth to his ears. Both speaking of regret, hate and a broken spirit.

- I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was too late. I had a terrible wound and I couldn’t talk. The endermen found me and reported me to the Queen. She had me thrown in jail and kept me there until I was fully healed. But, in my cell I had time to think. And I realized why I’m so different.

He noticed how Zoey was staring at him. Specifically, his mouth.

- I found a cell that... held my parents. Both of them, dead, thrown on to one another. And that was the last drop of proof I needed.

Rythian looked at his mask. It felt unusual to have it of in front of someone - he tried not to think someTHING.

- I pushed the attack on the outer world, gathering a full army and so. We all stood next to the portal, ready to begin the invasion, when I jumped in without a warning. I destroyed the portal from the other side and hoped they have no back up plan. Apparently, they did.

Rythian picked up his mask and talked while tying it on:

- The Queen knew I didn’t care about physical wounds. They don’t hurt as much as mental scars.

He tied the last knot and looked at Zoey. She wasn’t expecting his story to be like that.

- I guess that’s true. Rythian-

- I’m sorry, Zoey.

- Its just... It’s all in the past, Rythian.

- You think it’s easy to forget that? The picture of my dead parents? The picture of killing innocents?

His calm voice hid anger.

- Look, I’m not your enemy here...

- That remains to be seen. But you have no right to tell ME “it’s all in the past”

- But it is! The End is history now! - her voice, close to crying, was pleading him.

- Is it though? Is it?!

- It is, Rythian. You have to let it go.

He stared at the ground and spoke in a quiet voice:

- Every time I wake up, every time I look in the mirror, every time I look at the ender portal I am reminded of my mask, of my scars, of all the shit that happened to me. You think it’s easy to let it go!?

He screamed out the last part and didn’t quiet down.

- My parents were killed because they were scientists. The End was opened because of science. The invasion, the killing, Blackrock was destroyed because of science! How am I supposed to let that go?!

Zoey didn’t answer.

- I’m not asking a rhetorical fucking question, Zoey. How am I supposed to let that go?!

- By moving on!

Her cry was no where as loud as Rythian’s.

- Thank you for telling me the full story, but... It’s all over. I know you dwell in the past, but it has helped you nothing!

His stare was full of anger, but his voice could be mistaken for a completely sane and calm person’s

- Maybe. Maybe it’s helped me avoid the same mistakes. This time, I threw out the past and look what happened.

He left.

#blackrock #blackrock chronicles #yogfic #after blackrock

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