Old one shot of wither sausage being sad i wrote back in march?? yes :)
(Also appreciate it if you read it on ao3 👉👈 )
He laid there. No longer was he a son of the sky, an angel. He lost that the second he fell down to earth for the final time.
He knew the way the world worked. That's why he came to this earth, afterall. He was always aware that dying was a possibility, he was aware there was a chance he'd get his wings clipped from him.
It truly didn't scare him at the time. Ten lives, a gift everyone got in the world he wanted so desperately to call home. Ten lives with each a blessing or a curse attached to them.
He was blessed, being an angel. He could've stayed up in the heavens if he wished. But he wanted fun, he wanted adventure. He wanted freedom. He wanted all of it enough for him to come down to the world of mortals.
Sausage was slowly losing consciousness as his body was still stuck in the ground. Scott had already seemed to drain him of his blood, no mercy given. His skin was pale and he couldn't feel his wings anymore.
He quite honestly didn't know how he was still holding on for so long, perhaps it was the last of his angel strength trying to tell him to keep going.
Scott had scared him. A lot. He knew the little moth boy he once knew had died, everybody was shocked at the news. The last time the two of them had seen each other pre dead, Scott was a ray of sunshine building away in his little valley.
He knew about the 10 gifts. He knew they were blessings and curses. But unaware, was he about how drastic the gifts of life are in this plane of existence.
The next time Sausage met Scott didn't feel right. The moth boy's appearance had turned into that of a sickly looking human. The buddy he once looked down towards had grown taller than he himself and the kindness in that smile had gone, being replaced by something he wouldn't be able to pinpoint.
His body had been screaming at him to leave but his heart wanted to just give him a chance. "It's Scott. No matter what, he'll always be the same Scott." He tried to convince himself. Even after his once-friend threatened him with a hungry expression, he still wanted to believe. Even when seeing the burning effects the church had on Scott, he desperately held onto his faith.
Hearts don't change.
Yet here he was. The angel was taking his final breaths. This was the first time he truly realized something. No matter what, he'll never be angel Sausage again. Not in heart, in spirit nor in body.
All he could wish for next, was that his next gift wouldn't be a curse.
And with that, the angel truly was no more.
The next time he awoke in the middle of the night. things felt similar. Yet strangely different.
He no longer laid on the path in front of his house, instead being inside a coffin in an open grave. Seems like someone took the time to give the angel a proper farewell in the time it took him to get back on his feet.
Getting out, the first thing he felt was how light he was. No longer did he have huge and heavy wings behind his body, yet his physique stayed the same after death.
Part of him felt fear at losing such an important aspect of him. Feeling anger and resentment at Scott for taking them away. The other part felt strangely indifferent about the whole ordeal.
Night was once a scary time for him. Angels don't need much sleep, he'd spend his nights tending to the church to let the clerics who spend their waking hours working rest. Yet there was some sort of comfort in it, one that he once felt from the church. And to his surprise and dismay, the church itself had changed too. No longer did he feel that warm and comforting connection to it.
He carefully touched one of the bricks but quickly pulled it back with a low hiss. He cursed under his breath as he was holding his now singed hand. A burn mark perfectly showing where it came into contact with the church.
How ironic it was, for a being as holy as an angel to get burned from a mere brick. How fitting, for a monster to burn for his sins.
What the hell had he become?
With heavy breaths, the man walked to the waters next to Heaven's Reach. Stumbling and fumbling as he did, the lack of weight on his back still throwing him off. The walk was short but it was long enough for his mind to go into a state of confusion and somewhat fear. He didn't forget his past life, he didn't forget what he was taught as an angel about unholy beings.
Sausage looked at the water carefully, inspecting himself. He let out a light gasp, eyes filled with terror over his own body. Bones sticking out on the right side of his torso. One of his eyes seemed to be gone. Though he could see clear as day, a bright light shone from it instead. His bones being a ghastly black color. A withering color.
Staying was not an option. Not as whatever the hell Sausage was. Some kind of half-wither thing? Disgust filled him as he went across the river, not wanting to force Heaven's Reach to look upon his cursed body a second longer.
By now the ex-angel was breathing quickly. The monsters around him paid little attention to him, despite him battling their kind so often previously. He had to go. Just go somewhere! Yet it was like the deceased part of him begged him to stay close to home.
A stray creeper walked close to him, seemingly curious about who this new fellow was. Sausage was not in the mood, feeling many emotions all of which he couldn't deal with at the same time. "Go away!" Sausage yelled louder then he meant to, pushing the creeper to the ground. Fear rose as he realised what he did, closing his eyes waiting for impact.
Yet it never came.
The creeper's skin became pale, giving a pathetic hiss as it died. Withering.
"Ok." Sausage repeated to himself with a shaky breath he couldn't quite control. "This isn't all bad" he tried to reason with himself as he set up a little camp with resources from nearby.
He sat down on a bed made from spider string, doing a few breathing exercises. It was like the angel in him was still mad. Wither Sausage didn't hate his powers so far. His looks would take some getting used to and yes, he would miss his wings. But maybe he could start a new life?
Scott became a different person entirely, and it still felt like Sausage was the same person to a degree, he tried to convince himself. "I can do it." He slowly said, laying down on the bed, the darkness around him feeling somewhat comforting. "I can do it."
"I just need to have a change of heart."
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