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[thesunicarusfellfor]

ATTENTION FOR THOSE WHO WANT ME TO WRITE TECHNO

Okay, so if you haven't seen it yet, Techno has cancer. Now he did say it wasnt severe compared to others but it's still cancer.

Out of absolute respect for what he's going through right now, I will not be accepting Techno requests and everything I've written so far will be on hold.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hey! Quick question, do you have an anon list? If not, that’s fine, if so can I be 🥔 anon?

Okay! I've actually been meaning to talk about this! So thank you for bringing this up!

I've had MANY people ask me about an Anon list and personally, I do not like them. Sometimes they're very useful, but other times they aren't and people just take certain emojis just to have them and never talk again through Anon.

If I had an Anon list, I would have to make it so only active anons could keep their 'signature' which could either make some people angry or annoyed.

I.e: Someone takes 💀Anon. 💀Anon only sends in 1 message for a month. I remove 💀Anon because they aren't being active (without a warning).

IF I MADE AN ANON LIST, IS THIS FAIR? YES OR NO?

[thesunicarusfellfor]

hHHHHH WHEN TF DID WE HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS EXCUSE ME???

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello! How are you doing today? I was wondering if you could maybe do a part two of ‘Safe behind Glass’ of the reader re-connecting with the others in the Dream smp who were worried about them/searching for them and maybe the reader going to visit the bench trio in the prison to say final goodbyes, kinda like Tommy tried to do to Dream, and when they leave the prison the day ends with them ready to continue life being surrounded with people that care about them. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to though! And I apologize if this doesn’t make sense!

Here it is! After pretty much two months of being dead, and not responding to asks (Sorry anons. Mental Health comes first.), I have been temporarily revived! Now! This revival is temporary as I have finally gotten into college, but this means my writing will be little to non-existent.

Anyway, sorry for rambling! Here is Safe Behind Glass part two! The prison visiting will be a fic, in the next chapter, this is basically the 'healing' chapter.

Part One

Free from the Glass (Yandere!Plat!C!Bench Trio x GN!Reader)

You weren't exactly sure what was happening... It was loud and bright and there were too many people talking at once.

Warning signs were going off in your head nonstop to the point where it was sending you into a panic.

Run into the trees. Remember? They kidnapped you.

Hide back in the room. It's safe and quiet.

Run to the trio. They only want to protect you.

Practically gasping for air, you ducked out of the way of a trident that was aimed at Tubbo, only to cry out as lightning hit where it landed.

Thunder roared in your ears and rain pelted down onto your shaking form, as you dodged out of the way of the grabbing hands trying to pull you to their respective side.

"(Y/n)! We only want what's safe for you! That's why to did it! Remember?" Tommy cried out in your direction as he threw a splash potion towards his enemies.

"They kidnapped you, (Y/n)! They took you away from your life, your friends! They don't want what's best for you, they want you all to themselves!" Sam called, catching his trident as it returned to him.

Despite their best efforts, you remained frozen stiff off to the side, clenching the totem and Rapple tightly as the thunderstorm continued to rage on in the sky.

Honestly, you don't know when the fighting stopped or the rain stopped hammering down on your (s/t) skin, that was slightly sunburnt after so long of not being exposed to sunlight.

Hands slowly placed themselves on your shoulders and you looked up to see Captain Puffy...

You had missed her fluffy hair... Half brown and half white, filled with rainbow dyes that were running from being in the rain...

Her skin was bruised and slightly irritated from splash potions most likely... But her eyes were so soft and loving...

It was different than the way Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo looked at you... More loving, but in... a parental way?

"(Y/n)..." She whispered, smiling softly, "It's been so long... I'm glad you're alive... Come on... Let's get you cleaned up."

The first few days passed like a blur.

Too much sun, yet too dark... Too loud, but deafeningly silent...

For the first while, you wanted nothing to do with anyone else's existence.

But you also didn't want to even think about being alone...

Eventually, you started to become more and more comfortable with people other than Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy...

But that didn't mean that you didn't miss them. At first.

Philza had practically sobbed when he first saw you, but you didn't know if it was relief or grief.

I mean, he gained one of his 'children' back, and also a baby Piglin that Ranboo and Tubbo could no longer take care of, but at the same time lost another three. He was extremely conflicted but made sure to give you as much affection as possible.

But he was definitely happy to walk around the SMP, enjoy new drinks/foods, stargaze/cloud watch- whatever you wanted, he would happily do it.

Techno too, albeit awkward, was very happy you were alive as well.

He suggested you joined the Syndicate if you were feeling unsafe, but he definitely didn't force you. Your mind was still fragile, he understood. He was happy with whatever answer you gave.

When you had asked Techno and Phil to trade armour, they were very confused, and it took Philza a moment to understand that it was stressful for you to be wearing the same armour that the Yandere Trio helped make before they kidnapped you.

Puffy was happy to help give you therapy, but she was also constantly in the prison, desperately trying to get answers out of the trio and what drove them to kidnap someone.

Often, when you were starting to do better, Puffy would come to you and go over some of the things that happened while you were in the 'vault' as you called it.

Of course Puffy wouldn't ask you about the more touchy subjects, like when Tubbo would withhold food from you while you were being difficult, or when Ranboo would give you the silent treatment, and also when Tommy would lash out in bursts of rage.

Sam would always walk up and ask how you were if he saw you when he was gathering materials.

He scared you a bit at first, which he understood, but after quite a bit of time, you began to relax around him.

He has definitely offered to give you a channelling trident like his own.

But it was also Sam... who told you that the Trio was constantly begging to see you, using every manipulative trick in the book.

At first, Phil and Puffy were extremely against it. And so were you. They kidnapped you! You wanted nothing to do with them!

But then Philza mentioned that it would give you closure...

And you needed that...

Gods... You needed that so bad...

And now here you were, standing between Philza and Puffy, both clad in fully enchanted netherite armour...

Staring up at the entrance of the obsidian palace of a prison...

To be continued...

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

Heyyooo, just wanted to ask if part 5 of Mortal Of Gold is coming soon. ITS SUCH A GOOD MINI SERIES!! Don't push yourself to write anything and make sure to drink lots of water!! Love ya (platonically) 💕💕

I'ma be honest right now, ever since I wrote the last chapter, I haven't even thought much about it... I might write a final few chapters (or I'll suddenly get inspiration from nowhere and finish the whole thing), but it's likely that the series will either be cancelled/left for someone else to pick up. I'm sorry, life has just gotten too stressful to the point where I barely have time to write a bullet point fic, let alone an entire series with each chapter being 10k words.

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Beloved! I'm sorry I forgot to respond to your recent post earlier but that is understandable! Please take care of yourself and about my request do not have the feeling to write them maybe think of them as ideas if your having writers block for when your writing stuff on your own! Take care of yourself

<3 /p

Moosh! Darling!/p It's been sooooo long! Sorry I haven't been messaging or anything really, life just got stressful and I'm sorry for not responding. Thank you for sticking around! <3/p

[thesunicarusfellfor]

can I be added to the mortal of gold taglist if it's still open ? ^^

Hi! Yes of course! Sorry this took so long to respond to, I've been avoiding tumblr for my own sanity ngl. Mortal of Gold is a very slow work in progress rn but I have added your user to the list.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

𝙷𝚎𝚢𝚢 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 (𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚋𝚝𝚠) 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝? 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺

Hi! Sorry, this took soooo long to answer! Mortal of Gold is a very slow work in progress rn because of life, but, I have added your user to the list!

[thesunicarusfellfor]

I WAS THE LAST ANON REQUESTER SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THAT REQUESTTO YKU SPECIFICALLY UH IT WAS FOR A DIFFERENT BLOG WHO WROTE BEGINNINGS FOR TECHNOBLADE BUT REGARDLESS MY STATEMENT STANDS AND SORRY FOR THE MIX UP <33 this js so bad oml- i love ur writing tho just. mixing up what it is that YOU wrote and complimented you for someone elses fic lol. my bad, still love your writing, 10/10 have recommended, byebye

Oh!! Now I understand! I was so confused when I was reading the request earlier haha! It's alright! I understand and I've honestly done the same thing quite a few times ngl. Take care! ^^

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Okay. On my hiatus I have come to realize something, and I now know that I need to put a stop to it.

Before this blog became more popular, I was writing for fun. I was writing to express myself and my ideas.

Now I'm writing to fulfill requests, and writing has greatly lost it's fun for me. I'm not doing it for myself anymore, I'm writing it make people happy. And that is not how I'm going to continue.

From now on, I will not chain myself my pc and force myself to finish someone's request, and instead I'll freely write my own.

This being said, your request may take months to fulfill, or might not ever be. Unless your ask fills me with great inspiration, it will be a while until it gets completed.

I'm sorry to do this, but it's for my own sanity and enjoyment.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Okay so I've been made aware that C!Ranboo and C!Tubbo's marriage is no longer considered platonic?

Regardless of whether or not that's true, I am going to continue writing their marriage as platonic because I'm still very uncomfortable with shipping minors.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

BELOVED IT IS I!! Moosh :D and I have a request for quakity and wilbur With an innocent reader who loves then dearly, Just some competition with quakity and wilbur fighting over reader and the reader is just confused.

If your up for it can it be a long fic?

Also hope your doing well! Take as much time as you need writing this also your outfit today looks amazing on you, your so pretty 🥺

-Moosh <3 /p

MOOSH DARLING. HELLO ^^ Aw thanks so much <3/p

Okay okay, so I rEALLY wanna write this for you, but I am so not confident in my ability to write Quackity, especially now that his entire character has changed. I'm so sorry.

I can keep the same concept just change the characters though, but even then I can not assure you itll get done because of personal issues going on rn.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

heya icarus!! its me (the person who requested the zombie au). i loved it so much, it was so good :D if you are able to, may you please write another part? only if you have the time and actually WANT to though :]

drink some water, eat something, stay safe icarus :>

-🌧anon

Hi 🌧! Its definitely not a no, I just need a littleeeee bit more elaboration.

Do you want me to write a continuation of each of the character drabbles? (Sooo like how Tommy and Tubbo cope days later etc.) (Also I got a request to do a part 2 for Ranboo's part so that's eventually gonna be written)

Or

Write another one, same concept, with completely different characters? (Like Techno, Puffy, Sam, etc)

[thesunicarusfellfor]

HAHA THE TUMBLR GODS FINALLY FIXED MY ISSUE WOOOOOOOOOOO

Now I can add cuts to my works without my entire laptop screaming and crashing.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

pls add cuts or read mores to your fics if theyre long, its hard to scroll down even tho ur fics r good

Honestly? Wish I could. My tumblr crashes every single time. Or it just straight up does not work.

It's great. I love it here. So much.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

The reader turning to a zombie is so fuckin amazing, The angst was perfect rlly made me sad lol. Ya did great on that one!

Ah thank you! Originally it was supposed to have a LOT more characters, like Techno, Wilbur, Puffy and even Sam, but I had spent like 3 days writing it and I was so tired at that point 😂😅

[thesunicarusfellfor]

icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨

and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?

I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!

Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.

In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza

Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.

The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.

Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.

DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)

They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.

"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.

Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.

Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.

Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.

(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...

(Y/n).

Dream

His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.

Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.

"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.

He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.

It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...

And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...

He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.

"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.

"Is that..."

"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.

The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.

But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...

So it hit.

The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.

He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."

"Dre-"

"I said, let's go."

They decided not to comment further.

Bad

He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.

Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.

The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.

He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...

He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...

Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.

Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.

"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."

"Maybe I could've protected you..."

"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"

He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.

"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.

"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."

"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.

The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."

"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.

The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.

He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."

Tommy (and Tubbo?)

He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.

Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.

No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...

Now, what was left?

"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.

"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.

He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.

"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."

'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.

Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.

"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.

Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.

"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."

Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"

"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.

Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.

"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.

"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.

He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.

With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.

Ranboo

Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.

The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.

His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.

Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.

"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.

"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.

"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"

Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"

Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...

They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!

"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.

"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"

Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.

Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.

The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.

Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.

"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.

"Ran...Boo..."

"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.

Ghostbur

He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.

"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.

You only continued walking...

"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.

The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.

You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.

Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.

Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.

Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...

"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.

"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.

The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."

"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"

He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.

"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."

"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."

Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.

Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."

"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"

The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."

"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.

Philza

Maybe he should've felt something more...?

Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.

He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.

First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?

He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.

"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"

He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.

"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...

Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."

"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.

"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.

Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...

Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?

He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.

'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.

'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'

'Terrible person... Horrible...'

'I kill everyone I love...'

'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'

"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."

When did he start crying?

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