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imaginesig · 2 years

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10 things I hate about you- Niachu

If you haven't seen it look up "10 things I hate about you poem" it's so good

She/her

Nikis POV (so you'd be like Patrick)

I don't think she'd act this way in real life but it fits better like this

I hate the way you talk to me

"You're pretty hot ya know," she says. A random stranger. She's wearing black jeans and shirt button up, unbuttoned about 2 buttons down. . It was shortsleeve so I was able to see a birthmark she had across her upper arm. She had a black belt, a few bracelets of a large variety, rings galore, a chain necklace with a soda tab on it, and vans.

"God your sweet aren't ya?" I say back, rolling my eyes. I just wanted to window shop, but this prick has to pull up in her mustang, and get out to bother me.

"So my mama says," she winks. I scoff and once again roll my eyes, "your hair is sick."

"What?" I ask. I take a piece of my colored hair in my hands.

"I'm being nice. Isn't that what you wanted?" She asks.

"I-" I stutter at her sudden compliment.

"That's the reason I stopped. I'm going to the guitar down the street, but I saw you and decided the walk isn't bad."

I clear my throat, swallowing my shock, "your getting a guitar?" I'm not sure why I kept the conversation, I want her gone. Right? Something about her, it intrigues me. It also pisses me off.

"I already have one. Two actually, acoustic and electric. My strap broke and I need a new one. While I'm there I might as well pick up extra strings, mine are wearing dow," she says.

"Did I need to know your whole life story to get an answer to my question?"

"Ouch, who's the nice one now?" She asks smirking. She slowly turns and walks away, but before she turns the corner she yells, "check by your foot!"

I look down and by my foot, a blue pick lay. I hadn't noticed she dropped it. I picked it up and turned it over to see a scribble so small I almost didn't notice it: Sally's bar 7 Wednesday. I scoff once again, she has that effect on me, is this a date? Or what. I wanna puke at the thought of willingly spend time with her. Whoever she is.

"Hey Niki. Hope I wasn't too long," Wilbur says walking out of the shop I was near.

"No let's just get moving," I say completely forgetting about the pick in my hand.

"What's that?" He asks, motion his hand to the blue plastic.

"It's nothing. What's Sally's?" I ask.

"Oh it's this music themed bar/restaurant. Small musicians go there and play all the time. Why?"

"Would you wanna go there, get some food and listen to some music? Wednesday maybe?" I ask. I hate her, she's a prick. A mysterious prick that somehow makes me wanna know more.

"Umm sure," Wilbur says confused.

"Ok let's get walking," I say quickly changing the subject.

...

The bar is loud when we walk in. The stage is empty but a few instruments. The place has a bar, of course, with barstools along it. Many people crowded it and thinned out around small tables that filled the room. Me and Wilbur sat at one a few rows back from the stage, it was wooded and covered in that sticky top layer (we all know the one).

"Want anything?" Wilbur asks. He's been weirded out all week with my request to go here.

"No thanks," I answer. He nods and walks off, assumingly to get himself something. I notice that there was a stack of set lists on the corner of the stage I set my purse down in my chair and quickly grab one.

(Pretend these are all original songs- I'll put the artists at the end of this. Also pretend they all have a classic rock feel to them- but same lyrics)

Rock Dream and a Pinch of a Heart

Life's a bit

Parents

Teenage Dirtbag

Smells like Teen spirit

Check yes, Juliet

It's my life

One thing

I nod to myself as I read out the song names. I don't recognize any of them, so I assume they're original songs. The last song seems to be written on. A last minute add on? I notice Wilburs back and I smile at him.

"A buddy of mine is here and he's heard this band before, says they're great!" He cheers.

"That's good to hear," I smile back. There's still a few minutes left before the bands set starts so I scan the bar. I cant seem to find her face. I frown. It's far to crowded to find someone in this place. Me and Wilbur start a conversation about a coming up stream while we wait.

A little bit later a man walks up on stage, "Hello and welcome to Sally's! Tonight we have an amazing young band playing up first, stay later and see some familiar faces up here. Now, without further ado: Rock Dream and Pinch of a Heart!"

A group of males walk up on stage grabbing there respected instruments, they appear to be between mine and Wilburs ages. An abandoned electric guitar sits untouched. The microphone stand in the middle stays un occupied. The drummer counts down, a voice coming from behind us. Stood on the bar with a mic, her. She says the lyrics loudly.

"Lemme find another way to tell you that I'm upset. Moral of the story: life's a bit batshit!" The instruments start up on stage as she jumps down and runs. She jumps up onto the small platform, puts the mic on the stand, picks up her guitar and begins to play. I didn't notice how empty the music sounded without her input.

The song continued and others on the list played. My head bopped to every one of them. I kept track on the list I got and soon the set was almost over. One song left and it was the one scribbled in. I paid attention as mystery girl spoke into the microphone.

"Y'all have been an amazing crowd! Normally our set would have ended now, but in these past few days I was inspired to write a song that will he performed for the first time ever tonight!" The crowd cheered for her and they began the song. I treated it like the other, bobbing my head and listening to the music. That was until she made direct eye contact with me and sang that I listened to the lyrics.

"Something's gotta give now, cause I'm dying just to know your name," a smile never left her face. I blushed for the rest of the song. The song that just happened to be about me.

The set ended and they got a huge round of applause, everybody in the bar was standing up including me and Wilbur.

"Think we should head out soon?" Wilbur asked. I looked at the crowd of people surrounding the band.

"We probably should," I signed. It would have been nice to speak to her, actually get her name, but that won't be happening anytime soon. I collect my things and stand with Wilbur as he says goodbye to his buddy and we make our way out of the bar. I wasn't prepared for the sudden drop in temperature. Me and Wilbur manage to get down the street before I hear a voice yelling.

"Wait! Wait up?" I turn around and see her running. Wilbur shoots me a weird look that I ignore.

"Hey your set was great!" I tell her once she catches up.

"Thanks. I didn't think you would come," she says. Her hand comes up to scratch the back of her head. This action attracts my attention to her cheeks rosy with the cold air of night, her hair slightly frizzy from the performance, and the breath coming from her mouth.

"Somehow a random prick with a mustang intrigues me," I laugh and join in.

"We'll I'm glad, but I've got to get back. Here take this," she said handing me a piece of paper and then running back down the street and into the bar. I smile and open it. Scribbled in the same handwriting as the extra song, her name and number.

Y/n.

And the way you cut your hair

"I have a surprise for you," Y/n laughed suspiciously into the phone.

"What did you do?" I ask.

"Something you didn't want me to..."

"Y/n!" I yell. There's a lot I've asked her not too, most of the tile joking but still. A number of things could have been done.

"I cut my hair," she whispered.

"WHAT?!" I yell. No it's not a problem but it's still something I didn't want to happen.

"I'm coming over now to show you," she says before hanging up.

It was a good 20 minutes of waiting I hear a knock T my door. I open it to see Y/n with a Wolf cut and the underside bleached (if you have curly hair- I feel your pain I want one so bad). It was a change that's for sure.

"It's a lot of new," I say. She smile proudly.

"So you don't like it?" She asks.

"I'll get used to it I'm sure," I say, "it looks good I'll say."

I hate the way you drive my car

Me and Y/n have been driving all around the town today. From music stores, to clothing shops, to video game stores, and lunch at a small restaurant. She must have noticed how sleepy I was getting so she offered to drive. And that's how we got here: me screaming while Y/n about crashes my car.

"Y/n! Slow down!" I yell grabbing onto the handle above my head.

"I'm only going a little above the limit," she says like it's nothing.

"I can't afford a new car if you crash this one!"

"I'm not gonna crash. I'm a very carful driver." As she says that she nearly runs a red light. I sign in annoyance and allow my anger to flow out freely imto the car. I want her to know I'm mad.

When we get back to her place, which I'm staying at for the weekend, I slam the door and retreat to my laptop in the living room.

"Niki," Y/n says. I don't answer causing her to repeat it, "Niki. What the hell is your problem?"

"You almost killed us and crashed my car! I need both of those things!" I yell.

"Your being over dramatic. I didn't almost kill us," she says annoyed but somehow chill. It makes me infuriated.

"You ran a red light and over the speed limit the entire time!"

"I almost ran it, it just turned red when I was going past and I wasn't over 5 the entire time!" She screams.

"That's still not good!"

"Oh so sorry I'm not perfect like you?" She yells walking into her room and slamming the door.

I let out a huff and grab my bag for the weekend. It was mostly packed expect for a few toiletries that could be easily replaced. I grabbed my stuff and left.

Once I arrived home hours later I texted Y/n telling her I'm home and not outside her room.

I hate it when you stare

I was currently streaming with Y/n. Chat loved her and it's been months since the last time we hung out in person so I thought I'd be a nice treat. We talked while I played a game. She got quiet and I got really focused on the game to notice my surroundings. When the round ended I looked at chat to see them awing and talking about how "she looks at her". When I turn to see Y/n I see she's in a dazing looking at me. I roll my eyes and wave a hand infront of her face.

"You were staring," I say giggling.

"No I wasn't," she defends

"Really? Why'd the round end?" I ask.

"I-" she stutters.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

"Niki I love them so much!" She yells into the phone. We were FaceTiming and she's showing me her new boots, for the 900th time. I roll my eyes and laugh.

"Might as well marry them with how much you talk about em," I say.

"You sound jealous," she notices.

"Of a pair of boots? Please."

"Mmh. I think you are..."

"No I'm not. They're a pair of shoes, and you'd obsessed with them. Any sane person would find that weird," I defend.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she says.

And the way you read my mind

"Do you want strawberry or chocolate?" Y/n asks. We were currently at an ice cream shop. It's been a while since we've hung out and done something impulsive. Well to my regulation anyway. We decided to get ice cream right before the shop closing and be those people then walk around downtown and take in lights.

I thought for a minute, my go to was normally chocolate but I'm craving strawberry, before I can continue my mental battle Y/n's voice interrupted.

"Strawberry it is, you need a change from chocolate."

"That's weird," I whisper.

"What is?"

"It's like you read my mind," she smiles. We get our ice cream and begin to walk around the city. We weren't talking, so I was alone to my thoughts. The hate I've been getting recently slowly crept into my mind.

"What's wrong?" Y/n asks.

"Nothing," I lie. She takes my empty cup and throws it away along with hers before we keep walking.

"You lie," she chuckles and nudges my shoulder with hers.

"It's nothing to worry about. Small things," i shrug but my emotions deceive me. Tears spring into my eyes.

"It is something to worry about. Even if it's small it bothers you," she says. This makes me cry more. Y/n engulfs me into a hug. I feel so safe that I'm able to control my crying enough to talk.

"It's the hate," I choke out. She sighs

"I know how you think ok? You're probably telling yourself that you should be used to it cause it's your job but that's not true. It's hate from people and for you a large amount of people. It's understandable. If I had an effect on then I'd tell them to stop but I can't. I'm so sorry." I snuggle even closer into her.

"It's ok but you've got to stop doing that,"

"Doing what?"

"Reading my mind." She laughs and throws her head back.

"I cant. It's a special friend power."

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme

"One day I'll be known all over the world!"

"Here comes Y/n with her big name, with a bigger ego shame," I say rolling my eyes. Y/n's FaceTiming me from her studio working on new music for the band. They've begun to get more and more of a following and are working on new stuff to put out.

"Hey! You rhymed," she laughs. I see her lean back in the chair she's sat on.

"God that's weird," I laugh. Once she calms down she sees my disgusted look at my words. She changed the tune on her guitar and messes with some effects on the amp. I soon hear a weird electric country sound play though my phone. Y/n's picking random strings and begins to sing in this terrible country accent.

"Niki rhymed, Niki rhymed, how in tar nation did she do it? Don't ask me. It was Niki who rhymed," she managed to not break character yet.

"I swear Y/n stop or I'll hang up the phone."

"You wouldn't do that little girl," she says not stopping the accent.

"I'll make it block too," I threaten

"Nevermind Nevermind," she says normally.

I hate that you always right

I was visiting Y/n again and she finally took me to the studio. It was just us and she was teaching me to play her electric guitar.

"Now play a C," she instructs, "good. Now a B, E, D. That was another C."

"No it wasn't," I say lifting my fingers and placing them back down. She looks at me before chucking and placing my fingers in the "correct" place.

"That's a D," I strum it and it doesn't sound right.

"No it's not I had it,"

"Are you really gonna argue with a musician about a cord?"

"Yes cause I'm right,"

"Alright. Play a D," I do as instructed and it goes well. Y/n nods in approval before continuing, "now a E." She watched as a struggled to move my fingers away from the D cord. I sign and drop my head in defeat.

"How are you always right about these things?!"

"Well in this particular instance it's about music. There's not much I don't know. About other things? I'm just that good," she winks at me and I laugh. We continue our guitar lesson joking around more than actually teaching me.

I hate it when you lie

"Hey you finally called," I say. We usually FaceTime at least once a week, Wednesday night at 7. Tonight when I called she didn't answer. I got worried cause Y/n didn't say anything about missing the call. Anxiety states to swell up in me as weighted possible outcomes. I try FaceTime three more times before giving it a break. 15 minutes later I was back to calling, this time I try one last FaceTime before i trey a regular voice call or a urgent message. It rings twice and then she picks up.

"What's so important," she snaps.

"You missed our call time and didn't say anything. I wanted to make sure you were ok," my voice comes out small.

"Sorry I've been with friends," she says. Anger disappearing but annoyance still evident. I take in her appearance, her hard was messed up, her shoulders bare, and the small amount of makeup she had on smeared.

"With friends?" I question.

"Yes friends. That's all Niki," she defends. As if on cue for me to catch him, a strange man walks im frame. All I can see is his shirtless shoulders and messed up hair.

"You lied to me," I seethe

"Sorry but it's my business what I do with my Wednesdays"

"You lied," I get louder.

"Why does it matter?! I'm a grown adult, with my own apartment, and my own ability to make decisions! As far as I know I was just a prick to you!" She yells and hangs up without a second thought.

Why does it matter Niki? She is a prick. A prick with anger issues, who dresses like teenage angst became a person, and thinks she's better than everyone else.

My mouth drops open and my phone hits the ground when the answer becomes apparent.

I hate it when you make me laugh

"And that's why I'm never allowed back at the fair again," she finishes. We are both laughing crying on the floor of my living room. We decided to just say in tonight and hang out. Currently we've been telling old stories.

"Hold up! I'm gonna pee!" I yell running to the bathroom. I can hear Y/n from outside the door and she can most certainly hear my nonstop laughing still. We both calm down while I wash my hands.

"Close call there," she says.

"You got that right," I sign, "OMG! You just reminded me of this story about how my friend Wilbur got kicked out of Disney World!"

The endless cycle of peeing in our pants and laughing so hard we got abs continued.

Even worse when you make me cry

"What is your problem!" Y/n screams. She drove up last night to visit for the weekend. I forgot I made plans with Jack a while in advance and I'd be busy for most of the weekend. When I told Y/n that she took it terribly.

"Listen I'm sorry," I say calmly trying to effect her.

"Your sorry?! Did it not occur to you to check your schedule when I ask TWO WEEKS in advance to make sure we were both free! I drove 5 hours after a show last night to be here with you for as long as possible!" It was hard to be mad at her for yelling when I completely agree with the reason she's mad. I'm struggling to defend myself when I'm on her side.

"Why do you care?! If it was this big a problem then don't ask to come! Focus on your career in peace and I will mine!" I scream. Something inside me is controlling now.

"I care because I like you! I've like you since that before my first bar show! It's been blatantly obvious my intentions but you've tossed them aside and I've had to make being friends work. Well it doesn't anymore. If I can't even get time with you to spend platonically then I don't want any. It's not good for me." And with that Y/n walked out the door. Her bag still full and on my table.

I hear her car engine outside turn on and then speed away. I drop to my knees and sob. I can hear her voice repeat in my head "you've tossed them aside" "it doesn't anymore" "its not good for me"

It wasn't supposed to go this far. I wasn't supposed to get attached. She's a prick with a mustang that's all.

But I can't tell myself that enough to stop the tears.

I hate it when your not around and the fact that you didn't call

Its been weeks since Y/n walked out of my apartment. Her hurt eyes have been permanently burned into my eyelids. Whenever they close that image is there. I've been a mess. I've worn her clothes she left so much her smell of cigarettes, vanilla, old spice, and clean laundry disappeared similar to the band logos on her tees. Each one was well worn by her and I can recall memories where she wore them. My streaming schedule has been thrown off. I spend my time doing the bear minimums too keep up appearances and my own personal health/ hygiene. No one notices, which I'm thankful for. Y/n would. She would see past every lie.

Stop.

I need to stop thinking about her.

I tried calling multiple times that day, the next, all though the week, and made my last call two weeks after. She never answered one.

I still check the account her band has. They've been traveling, doing live shows bigger than any venues they've played so far. Their following also shot up. I want nothing more than to hug her after a set, whilst how proud I am, have our own private moment in the midst of a crowd.

They've put out a ton of new music but I can't listen to it. Her voice hurts me, I can't hear it the same again.

...

It's been months since Y/n walked out. I still have a little sadness but it's mostly gone. I cant expect myself to fully heal so I take what I can get. Mostly anger stays when she's mentioned or heard. I still haven't listened to her new stuff, her voice angers me. I've been back to my regular streaming schedule and no longer fake happiness.

I hear my phone ring so I pause my game and see it's Wilbur calling me.

"Hey Niki guess what?" He says excitedly

"What wil?" I ask with the same energy.

"I got tickets toRock Dream and Pinch of a Hearts concert!" My smile drops. He doesn't know. No one knows about the fight. No one knows about the extent our relationship went to. As far as he's concerned we're friends who aren't too close but close enough.

"Aren't they sold out?" I ask.

"Yea they were a bitch to get but you'll get to see Y/n again! It's been so long I thought you do happier," he says.

"I am! It's just shock I've been trying to get tickets for a while I'm just so happy you got some!" I lie. His returns to its normal cheeriness for the remainder of our conversation.

But mostly

I stand alongside Wilbur in the venue. He was right it's much bigger than other places they've played. We're on the floor but a few rows back. The crazy fans around us should shield from the stage view. Ans that's without taking things like lighting into consideration.

The show starts and everything goes black. I cant even see two feet infront of my own eyes. I get immediate deji vou (idk how to spell it). The opening lyrics of Life's a Bit come from Y/n's mouth. Bright lights kick in in different colors and white. The band looks amazing on a stage like that. This time went similar to the first time I'd seen them play, I nodded along to the beat and tried to enjoy my time. They played One Thing but only anger filled me. A feeling that was long forgotten the first time I'd heard it.

...

The show ended and Wilbur told me to stay put, we'd wait out the crowd so we weren't crammed getting out the doors. The band looked amazing. There stage presents is just perfection and they sound great.

"There's a small cafe open on the street behind this building. We can walk there, get food and drinks before trying to leave in the car?" He asks. I nod and follow him out.

The backstage must be huge cause it takes a good while to get to the back streets. Once we were there we walked along the back of the building. Soon I heard heaven footsteps approaching quickly. Wilbur noticed too and looked back. I waited for his expression before looking back. His face showed a smile and a relived look. I look back.

Her.

"You actually came to a show?" She asks with a smile.

"Go away," I say sternly. Anger rising in me quickly.

"Niki-" she says.

"Just stop ok," I grab Wilbur but see that he's stepped away to give me and Y/n space to talk.

"No," she smiled. She's always known how to get under my skin.

"I hate you!" I scream. New anger built up and that's all my mind can think of saying. All it wants to say. I turn my back and start to walk away.

"10 things," she says.

"What?" She steps closer.

"10 things you hate about me. You've known me for 2 years," she's so close she tucks a lose strand of hair behind my ear, "if you truly hate me listing 10 things shouldn't be hard." I think for a minute.

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair," I notice how it's like the first time we met, "I hate the way you drive my car. I hate the way you stare," her cheeks red from the cold, "I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate they way your always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when your not around and the fact that you didn't call." Tears slowly fall out of her eyes. For once I don't see her cocky expression. It's the first time I've seen her cry, "but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all."

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years

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He’s nothing but a problem, he’ll leave you crying overnight PART TWO

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/27146512/chapters/66322549

Techno watches Dream through the bars of his cage, light headed and slowly bleeding out on the obsidian walls. He can’t let himself fall asleep, not when he promised Tommy to keep him safe. Wilbur and Dream talk in hushed tones just outside the cage, occasionally looking his way. Dream seems more worried about his and Tommy’s safety than Wilbur does, the crazed look back in his brother’s eyes.

Techno wonders how much of what Wilbur said to him was a lie.

Techno stands, swaying from side to side as he shuffles closer to Tommy, carefully brushing the gravel out of Tommy’s hair. His left arm hangs uselessly by his side, staining the left side of his shirt a deep crimson. It feels like hours, why hasn’t it stopped bleeding? Why hasn’t he respawned? Techno just wants a break, just wants to sleep. He can’t let Tommy down, though. He can’t let the pair hurt him ever again.

“Do you want a regen pot now, Techno?” Dream asks, suddenly standing at the bars. “I can give you one now, or I can throw a splash potion of health on you.”

“Why didn’t you just kill me?” Techno slurs, the blood loss getting to his head.

“Can’t have you bringing reinforcements.” Dream opens the door, and Techno struggles to get to his feet - when did he start kneeling? - swaying dangerously from side to side. Dream chuckles under his breath, pushing Techno to the floor. “If you’d just set your spawn on the other bed, all this pain would be over.”

Techno glares at Dream, who just forces his mouth open, pouring the regen potion down his throat. Techno splutters, gulping down the potion so he doesn’t drown in it. He feels his arm numb, the wound slowly knitting itself together. Dream nods, walking out of the cell and slamming the door behind him. Techno struggles to his knees, watching the large wound knit itself into a fine scar.

Tommy doesn’t wake.

---

“Morning Tubbster.” Jordan’s voice bounces off of the walls in the spare bedroom, Tubbo slowly rubbing his eyes.

“Cap’ain?” Tubbo yawns, looking up at the man. “Wha’ are you doing here?”

“Phil invited me over, Eret says you guys need some help?” Jordan pulls Tubbo into a hug, the teen sinking into the feeling. “We’ll get him back, promise.”

“What if he’s permadead?” Tubbo’s voice is quiet, full of fear.

“Then we’ll bring him back and give him a proper burial.” Jordan’s voice is heavy with sadness. Tubbo nods, and he hops out of the bed, his suit falling uncomfortably around him as he walks towards the throne room.

“No, Tubbster. Go get changed. Steal some of Eret’s clothes if you have to, just get out of the comfortable suit.”

Tubbo nods again, walking down the hallway in a sort of daze, and Jordan lets out a sigh of relief. It’s worrying, Jordan decides, watching the teen walk away. Worrying just how fearful and empty the boy seems. He needs to tell someone, to make sure that the teen is only alone for short amounts of time, especially if Tommy ends up- not that it would happen, Jordan tries to stop the thought before it finishes. He has to remain positive, for Phil’s sake.

He couldn’t imagine how Phil must feel, watching one of his sons slip into insanity while another toes the line between life and death. Jordan walks towards the throne room, a heavy heart weighing down his thoughts. He doesn’t know how anyone will cope if Tommy turns out to be dead, though he doesn’t know what else the teen could be.

“Hello Sparkly Boy.” Jschlatt’s voice echoes through the throne room, startling Jordan out of his thoughts. “You shouldn’t be thinking that hard, it doesn’t suit you.”

“Schlatt?” Jordan says, surprised. “I thought you were looking for-”

“We got turned around in the forest.” Quackity interrupts him. “We tried to refind the trail, but all we found was Pogtopia, and that would have been helpful months ago.”

“So we’re back to square one.” Eret says, running her hands through her hair. “What’ll we do?”

“Fuck if I know.” Schlatt shrugs. “I vote we let Tubbo hack, Dream can’t ban us all.”

“He can ban Tubbo though.” Fundy snaps, glaring at Schlatt. “And he will, that was one of the rules that Dream specifically gave Tubbo-”

“He’s always welcome in Mianite.” Jordan nods to Eret. “Most of you are, in fact.”

“Most?” Nikki asks, a smile on her face.

“Gotta keep the rabble out somehow.”

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Tommy shivers, watching Techno sleep on the floor. The man looks uncomfortable, but Tommy doesn’t have the energy to move. He just wants to sleep, his throat hurts so much, and his limbs feel too heavy. The room is too small for him to breath, too big for him to walk around. So he just lies down, watching Techno sleep. Hopefully peacefully.

“Hello Tommy.” Dream says, leaning against the bars of the cell. Tommy flinches slightly, trying to act as though he’s still sleeping. “Wilbur should be ready to make L’Manburg blow up by now.”

“No.” His throat feels as though he swallowed a cheese grater, and Tommy coughs up some blood and gravel, wincing the whole time. “No, Dream. He can’t.”

“I’ll let you know how many he kills.” Dream’s voice sounds happy, as though this is the best outcome. “He said he’d take photos to show you later. Pity you won’t see it.”

“I could escape.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and his hope is barely there, but he still lets the words fall out of his mouth. Dream laughs, waking Techno up.

“You think you can escape? You couldn’t even fight back when I went to knock you out yesterday. Where would you go, Tommy Innit? Phil is helping Wilbur, and Sparklez has already collected Tubbo and left. Face it, you’re not winning this time. Techno only has his arm because Phil told me not to remove it, unless necessary. You’ll stay in there until we can find a place to put you two where you won't interfere.”

“At least we’ll be together.” Tommy breaths, already feeling weak from the conversation.

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that.” Dream says, walking away from the bars. “I’d suggest saying what you need to say to Techno, you won’t see him after we take you out of that box.”

“Don’t worry Tommy.” Techno says, gently holding Tommy’s hand. “The second we get a chance, I’ll get you out of here. All you need to do is rest and heal.”

Tommy’s eyes flutter shut, and he falls into a dreamscape riddled with corpses and fire, alone and hunted by the people he thought he could trust.

---

Everyone sits around Tubbo, watching him type command after command in the Manburg whitehouse, claiming better connection there. It would be preferable to hack in spawn, but none of the group wanted to risk that. With a slam, Tubbo hits his head on the desk.

“You alright there buddy?” Quackity asks, looking up from his communicator.

“Can you guys fucking leave?” Tubbo snaps. “I can’t focus on the code while everyone is leaning over my goddamn shoulder!”

“Language.” Bad says absentmindedly, walking towards the door. “We need to go get some food, Skeppy.”

“Okay!” The man responds, and slowly everyone peels off in different directions, going to prepare for the festival or run errands. Only Eret, Jordan and Phil remain, though Schlatt has to be pulled out of the room by Quackity.

“You alright, Tubbo?” Eret asks quietly. “You’re allowed to take breaks.”

“I know!” Tubbo says, sitting himself back up and searching through the code. “I’m so close. I can tell. I just need coordinates.”

“We’ll let you get to that, then.” Phil says, walking to the window, watching the people move around Manburg, some clearly just waiting for Tubbo to leave the whitehouse with whatever news he can bring. Eret leaves, talking to Nikki under an awning.

His gut drops as a familiar form appears on the horizon, wearing a brown trenchcoat and a gray beanie. Soft and fluffy brown hair pokes out from underneath it, and Phil watches in horror as his son presses a button, and screams erupt from the city below.

Quackity was blown up by WilburSoot JSchlatt was blown up by WilburSoot Niachu was blown up by WilburSoot Ponk was blown up by WilburSoot Punz was blown up by WilburSoot Purpled was blown up by WilburSoot BadBoyHalo was blown up by WilburSoot Georgenotfound was blown up by WilburSoot Sapnap was crushed to death ItsFundy was blown up by WilburSoot Skeppy was crushed to death The_Eret was suffocated

“Well, that was exciting.” Dream mutters, reading through the notifications. “The man actually did it.”

“What did Wilbur mess up now?” Techno grumbles, standing up. He hasn’t eaten since dinner yesterday, assuming that he’s only been captive for a day. He sways slightly, glaring at Dream.

“He blew up L’Manburg.” Dream laughs, and Tommy gasps, alerting the adults to the teen.

“No.” Techno can’t help but think about how pathetic the noise sounds, barely could be considered a whisper falling from Tommy’s lips. “No.”

“Yes.” Dream’s mask is unnerving, staring blankly at Tommy, who curls up under the blankets. “Do you want to know who died in it?”

“No.” Tommy shakes, and Techno starts to fret around the teen, worried for his health and safety. What if he falls? He’s so weak as it is. “No, please no.”

“Fundy, Nikki, Ponk and Punz.” Dream counts them off on his fingers. “Skeppy, Bad, George and Sap.”

“You let him kill your friends.” Techno glares, and Dream shrugs.

“Purpled, Quackity, Schlatt and Eret.” Dream laughs, and Tommy flinches. “I imagine more will die soon, crushed or suffocated to death. You’d know all about suffocation, wouldn’t you Tommy?”

“Leave him alone!” Techno spits, and Tommy huddles himself closer to the bed, as though he could disappear into the sheets.

“I wonder if it will be sand, gravel, concrete powder or even dirt that suffocates them.” Dream muses, ignoring Techno. “Gravel hurts more, doesn’t it Tommy? Sand and concrete powder are fine, while gravel is just tiny rocks.”

“Stop it!” Techno yells, not knowing what else to do. “Leave him out of this!”

---

“Found their coordinates.” Tubbo says, his face pale and his voice shaking ever so slightly. “We have to go, we have to get them.”

“What are the coordinates?” Phil says, walking away from the small medical bay that they had set up in the white house. “Sparkles and I will go get him, you should stay here and make sure everyone is fine.”

“Why can’t I go?” Tubbo asks, glaring slightly at Phil. The man crosses the room, walking to the teen. The pair is acutely aware of the stares they are getting from the injured, their eyes following Phil as Jordan mutely bandages Nikki’s arms. “Why can’t I help?”

“Because teenagers shouldn’t be fighting wars.” Phil says, gently taking Tubbo’s keyboard away from him. “I’m flying over, so is Sparkles. We have our elytras. You have to stay here and make sure everyone has had at least one healing potion.”

“Why can’t I-”

“You can’t keep up with us.” Jordan says, taking a note of the coordinates. “We’ll be back before sundown. If we aren’t, go to Mianite.”

Tubbo nods, and the two men exit the room.

---

Wilbur hums to himself, walking back into the little base that they built for Tommy. It’s a pity that Techno refused to join, but that problem can be dealt with later. Dream promised to put Techno somewhere safe, away from Tommy and Wilbur and the traitors until he remembers who his real family is. Techno will come around, so will Tommy.

Fear will keep his soldiers in check.

Fear will keep his brothers safe from traitors.

Wilbur walks in, watching as Techno is dragged away from Tommy’s room, unconscious. Tommy is crying, screaming at Dream to let Techno go. Dream must’ve found a safe place to put Techno until the hybrid breaks.

Dream and Techno disappear behind a corner, and Tommy sobs, a broken, mournful sound that spurs Wilbur on. Tommy looks up, tears flowing down his face as he looks to Wilbur. The man smiles back to the crying boy, who slowly struggles to his feet.

Wilbur watches, his smile growing as Tommy falls the second he tries to take a step, as though the multiple deaths weakened him. They did, of course, but the teen still seems shocked by it. Wilbur quickly walks into the cell, half wanting to comfort his brother, half wanting to use this to his advantage. Tommy will need him. He can get Tommy to realise that he’s in the right, that blowing up Manburg was the right thing to do.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Toms.” Wilbur says, gently holding Tommy as the teen sobs. “You made a mistake, and you’ve been punished for it. Now you know what happens to traitors.”

Tommy just sobs, and Wilbur tutts impatiently, waiting for the tears to stop so he can talk again.

“Did you actually blow up Manburg?” Tommy sniffles.

“Of course I did.” Wilbur says, smiling down at Tommy. “I had to. I had to protect us from those traitors.”

“But Nikki and Tubbo-”

“Tommy, are you talking back?” Wilbur snaps, glaring at the teen. “I hope not, it sounds as though you're a traitor.”

“No, no, Wilbur I’m not!” Tommy struggles, tears flowing from his eyes as Wilbur’s hands grip his arms tightly. “I promise I’m not Wil, I swear I won’t betray you. Stop it! Stop it hurts!”

“You swear you won’t betray us?”

“I swear it Wil!” Tommy starts to sob, Wilbur letting go of him. “Please Wil, I won’t betray you.”

Wilbur stands, walking out of the room. He pauses in the doorway, looking down at Tommy, who struggles to keep himself sitting upright.

“See, the thing is Tommy,” Wilbur smirks. “It’s that I don’t believe you.”

---

Tubbo walks around the small medical bay, handing out regen potions and pouring health potions on wounds. Nikki stares out of the window, her bed moved closest to it when she asked. Eret walks around silently, helping Tubbo deliver things. There’s pain in his eyes every time he speaks, and though Tubbo gave him a health potion to drink it’s clear that it didn’t change much.

Will Tommy be worse, when he arrives?

Tubbo makes up a bed, across from Nikki’s but still next to the window, almost subconsciously. Fundy watches him, half of his fur burnt off from the explosion. Tubbo doesn’t know what actually killed him, if it was the explosion or the fires that it caused.

That's another thing that Tubbo will have to fix, the fires.

“Everything alright, Tubbo?” Fundy asks, breaking the carefully maintained silence.

“The fires are spreading, I’ll have to-”

“No.” Fundy interrupts. “Not what I meant. Mentally, for you. Is everything alright in your head?”

“Of course, Tommy’s coming home soon and you guys are healing. Everything is going to be just fine.” Tubbo lets the words fall out of his mouth, not believing a single one of them. “It has to be.

It has to be, right?”

---

“Philza, CaptainSparklez.” Dream greets the pair, nodding to them. Both men notice the blood splattered across his green hoodie, fresh and bright. Jordan pales slightly, and Phil glares at the admin of the world. “A pleasure to see you both. I see you’re already breaking the rules.”

“Where are my sons.” Phil demands, no longer asking questions.

“Wilbur is safe, Tommy is in his room.”

“Techno?” Jordan asks, frowning in concern. “Is that his blood?”

“He fought back.” Dream shrugs. “I was just trying to protect Tommy.”

“Cut the crap, Dream.” Phil growls. “Where. Are. My. Sons?”

“Find them yourself.” Dream says, turning to leave. “I honestly don’t care what you two do, Manburg is destroyed. I have the power again.”

Dream was shot by CaptainSparklez

“Lets go.” Jordan says, walking past Dream’s items without a second thought. Phil nods, taking Dream’s crossbow and some arrows. “Lets go kill your eldest kid and get your other two back.”

“You know, if Techno finds out that you know he isn’t the eldest, our whole family is going to fall apart. We’ve been pretending that Techno’s the eldest for years now.” Phil says lighting, loading the crossbow.

“The only reason I know is because Tubbo told me.” Jordan smiles, entering a small hole in the cliff face, walking into a large room.

Tunnels and doorways appear randomly from each wall, creating a maze out from the main room. The rock is roughly hewn, and a blood trail leads out of one corridor and across the main room, before disappearing behind an iron door. Jordan and Phil nod to each other, before Jordan turns to the door and Phil disappears down the corridor.

---

“How could you?” Bad yells from his bed, the group silently watching as Eret, Sapnap and Skeppy drag Dream into the white house. “How could you do that to everyone?”

“I didn’t think he would actually blow this place up, Bad!” Dream yells, trying to defend himself.

“You put Tommy in a death loop!”

“Wilbur told me to!”

“Oh wow, the nuremberg defence, very original!” Bad spits, and Tubbo looks up from Nikki’s side, surprised at Bad. “That’s not a defense! You still killed a child and locked him in a death loop!”

“I gave him a healing pot!”

“He’d need regen after that ordeal!” Nikki yells, joining in with Bad’s tirade. The pair were the first of the exploded to wake up, and the furthest away from the explosions. The only reason they hadn’t joined Jordan and Phil was because Tubbo and Eret had forced them to remain in their beds and heal goddamn it. “And he’ll still have trauma you monster!”

“He’ll get over it-”

“No he wont!”

Everyone is fighting now, the bed ridden struggling to remove themselves from their beds and bandages, with Eret mutely attempting to keep them all in check. Sapnap attempts to pull Dream down the stairs, but Skeppy stops him, glaring at the man. The voices melt and meld together, until Tubbo can’t tell who is blaming who for what. A wild fire burns in everyone’s chests, raging against the wood of past mistakes. Nikki and Dream’s fires are the brightest, fighting for supremacy against each other. Tubbo’s is the smallest, barely a candle’s flame compared to the bush fires that the others hold.

He’s hollow, empty, the fire barely keeping him awake, let alone allowing him to be angry.

Tubbo stands, his chair falling to the ground with a loud clatter. The room falls silent, everyone staring at the teen, breathes held in collective curiosity. Tubbo ignores all of them, walking out of the building with tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He ignores the animals, the fires outside, the holes in the land that Wilbur’s bombs left. He ignores it all, walking towards the embassy, Tommy’s home. He takes out Mellohi, playing it in the jukebox as he sobs on the bench, wishing Tommy was besides him.

WilburSoot was shot by Ph1lza

Tommy finds himself relaxing in the man's arms, somehow unable to name the man in his mind. He doesn’t know what makes him trust him - perhaps it's because he killed Wilbur, perhaps it's because he just smells safe, like the scent of rain after a drought.

Another man joins them in the main room, carrying something large and pink. It’s almost funny, how blurred and broken Tommy’s vision is. As though something is in the way. Tommy shuts his eyes, hoping that when he opens them everything will be back to normal, and he will know who has saved him.

When he opens them again, he’s flying. The man holds him close to his chest, and Tommy can't help but think of the first time he met Phil, the first time he could remember when he knew he was safe. He’s safe again, isn’t he? The man is safe.

He starts to cry, wishing he could go back. It was so much simpler back then.

“Shhh, it’s alright son.” Phil’s voice sounds over the wind. “I’m taking you home.”

And Tommy breaks in Phil’s arms, going home with his Dad once more.

---

Eret sits down next to Tubbo, not saying anything to the teen. He offers his hand to the teen, and he just rests his head on Eret’s shoulders, sobbing softly onto Eret’s shoulders. Eret puts his arm around Tubbo’s shoulders.

They sit in silence, listening to the music disk play as the sun sets over the horizon. Tubbo’s sobs are slowly replaced by soft breathing, and Eret picks the teen up as he softly snores on the man’s shoulders. Slowly, he takes the music disk out of the jukebox and tucks it safely into his inventory, before carrying Tubbo back to Manburg. Sapnap and Skeppy nod at him from the door, and the pair both give him a soft smile as they see Tubbo sleeping soundly in his arms.

Nikki looks up from a book as he enters the room, the rest of the members of this world either asleep or too dosed up on potions and pain relief to notice him. She gives him a soft smile, moving over on her bed. Eret gently places Tubbo on his bed, before he quickly sits by Nikki’s side.

“They’re at your castle.” Nikki whispers to Eret, and he immediately knows who she’s talking about. “The boys are really injured, and Phil says that Tommy didn’t even recognise him. Sparkles and Phil just wanted to make sure that the pair of them weren’t overwhelmed.”

“And Wilbur? Anyone seen him?” Eret’s voice makes his throat feel as though its bleeding, but he has to know.

“Not a word or a sighting.” Nikki sighs. “I know I shouldn’t, but I’m worried for him.”

“You’re worried about loverboy?” Schlatt’s voice is quiet against the night air, though it makes the pair jump. “He was - is, I don’t know, - your friend. You should be worried for him.”

“He blew up Manburg.” Nikki responds quietly.

“He went insane, can’t blame him for that.” Schlatt stares up at the roof. “He isn’t the only person on this server who’s done some fucked up shit like that before.”

“Schlatt, what are you-”

“Can I have some more drugs? Just pump them into me. It hurts so much.” Schlatt requests, and Eret nods, standing up and walking to the potion chest. “Thank you.”

“Just rest, Schlatt.” Eret sighs, his white eyes glowing behind his sun glasses. “You need it.”

“So do you.”

---

Tommy wakes up slowly for what feels like the first time in a long while. A bandage rests over his left eye, though his right one spies the rainbow that hits the wall of the room he’s in, lighting it up brightly. He struggles to work out where he is, frowning as his eye scans the room for more details, before his memory sorts itself out.

Eret’s castle has rainbow windows.

Okay, so he knows where he is, but how did he get here, he questions silently. The last thing he can remember is Wilbur going mad at him for speaking back, so how did he get to Eret’s castle?

Tommy turns his head over, and sees Phil leaning over his bed, sitting in his chair and sleeping, one hand holding up his head. Tommy, despite knowing that his father must be tired, and that he himself must look like he’s gone through hell and back, but he cracks a smile at the sight.

“You look like shit, Dad.” Tommy whispers, wincing at the pain that follows speaking. Phil’s eyes shoot open, and Tommy sees relief wash over his father’s figure.

“Tommy you’re awake!” Phil practically yells, pulling Tommy into a hug. Tommy leans into the hug, pushing the fearful flinch down his throat. Phil saved him. That must be why he’s here.

Footsteps thunder down the halls, too many for Tommy to count. The door slams open, and Tommy can hear people talking without processing or understanding a word. Eret. Fundy. Nikki. Tubbo. They’re all here.

“Tommy?” Tubbo’s voice is quiet, though it comes from right besides him. Tommy pulls himself away from Phil, his heart aching at the loss of contact, and turns to look at Tubbo.

“Tubbo?” Tommy whispers, looking to his friend. Tubbo wears his normal clothes - green button up shirt and grey pants, but he also wears a red bandanna, and his eyes have bags under them. “Is this…”

“This is real.” Tubbo says, pulling Tommy in to a hug. “Everything is going to be alright, Tommy.”

And Tommy cries, not fully broken but not fully fixed either. Tubbo holds him through it, Phil joining in the hug soon after. Tommy cries until there are no tears left, and then he holds onto Tubbo as though he’s afraid of losing him. Tommy knows he won’t lose Tubbo, Tubbo is a good person.

He’s afraid of waking up. Of this all being a dream.

“You need a regen pot.” Nikki says softly, and Tommy feels the dip in the bed. Why does everyone decide to sit on the side of him that he can’t see? “Drink this, then you can go back to hugging Tubbo and Phil.”

Tommy nods, silently taking the potion from Nikki. He downs it quickly, wincing at the sickly sweet taste of it. It hits his empty stomach, and he feels the magic stick to the insides of his throat and make its way to his lungs, working its way to his left eye. It stings, almost, and Tommy hums softly, smiling to himself. He looks up to Tubbo, and folds himself back into Tubbo’s arms, falling asleep next to his friend.

---

Tubbo sits with Tommy, letting his friend sleep on his shoulder as Tubbo finally relaxes. Eret ruffles Tubbo’s hair before he turns, walking out of the room with Nikki. Fundy puts down a book, one of Tommy’s favourites, before he too turns.

“I’ll tell Techno.” Fundy whispers as he leaves, and Phil smiles softly, relief in his eyes.

“Should we tell him how long he’s been asleep for?” Tubbo whispers to the man, who frowns for a second, thinking.

“I don’t know. Maybe when he’s better.” Phil shrugs. “I think that if he found out that he’s been asleep for a month now it’d only do him harm.”

Tubbo moves, trying to get more comfortable on the bed, when footsteps echo down the corridor. Techno slides through the open door, surprise on his face as he examines the scene in front of him. Tubbo smiles at Techno, who sighs.

“I missed him waking up?” Techno says with a small pout.

“He just fell asleep, we could wake him up if you want.” Tubbo offers.

“Nah, let him sleep.” Techno shrugs. “I’ll take up Dad’s place in the chair.”

“You two and your chairs.” Tubbo shakes his head, smiling brightly.

---

Fundy walks down the stairs of Eret’s castle, down to the holding cells that Eret built. Only a few people know the entrance, and Fundy is unlucky enough to be one of the trusted few that will actually guard the prisoners. Fundy takes a deep breath in, unlocking the iron door with a click that echoes through the cavernous cell.

“Your shift isn’t for a few hours, Fundy.” Skeppy says, cocking his head as he looks at the fox hybrid. “Did you want to talk to your Dad?”

“Yeah, and to Dream.” Fundy says, seeing no point in lying. Skeppy will hear the news as he talks to them anyways.

“I’m not supposed to let you in.” Skeppy smiles, despite his words. “But he’s your Dad, so I’ll let you talk to him.”

“Thank you.” Fundy says, watching as Skeppy steps away from the door, opening it for Fundy.

The fox hybrid walks into the cells, and Wilbur and Dream both look up at him. They’re in separate cells, but they still sit with each other, playing cards or uno. Skeppy always let them play games. It keeps them sane - or saner.

“Fundy.” Dream nods to him, his mask muffling the words that echo off of the stone walls. “Pleasure to see you, are you going to let us out?”

“Nope.” Fundy tears his eyes from the man, guilt eating at his mind. “I just have some news that you’d both like to hear.”

“Well, son,” Wilbur smiles sadly. “Tell us?”

“Tommy’s awake.”

#fic #mcyt #mcyt fic #mcyt fanfiction #im still not tagging everyone who shows up

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