Defying A World That Shouldn't Exist
✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Prologue: Prediction
Avery | AveryTheMayo x Derek | d3rLord3 Tags: Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Realistic Minecraft, Eldritch Horror CW: Spoilers for SFAWTDE & DAWTDE, Mind Manipulation ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Desperation. Nausea. Terror.
The lack of words that Derek felt could describe his own hysteria was startling. Especially when he found nothing but an onslaught of words, of descriptions, of knowledge pouring into his brain, seeping into every nook and cranny it could occupy. His mind filled and filled, and even when it couldn't hold anymore, it just kept going. His brain was nothing but a balloon threatening to burst. A library with only so many shelves to house the books that were cramming their way in-between, interrupting any and all trains of thought he was trying so hard to muster.
His eyes felt like they were going to explode, the pressure on them immense. Derek knew logically he was still in the cave. He could feel the humidity slithering under his armor, slicking his skin with cold sweat, could hear his gold boots coming down heavy and unevenly against the andesite and stone beneath him. But his eyes were betraying him. Incomprehensible flashes clouded his vision, distracted him from the path he was attempting to run along. Derek couldn't understand what he was seeing, and yet everything about it made sense. An impossible contradiction, and yet one that was slowly becoming a fact.
A book, an inventory, a cipher. Confusion, research, haste.
Derek tried to close his eyes, but burned into his eyelids was ██. ███ ████ ██ ██████. His body didn't give him a choice in opening his eyes again. Anything to get away from it, to rid it from his sight. His brain couldn't comprehend it, and yet it was all he could see, all he could imagine, even if it wasn't what he was seeing. It was if his mind was occupying another space, like it was no longer safely within his skull and instead had been left behind at that golden gate, left exposed and vulnerable, left to brush against infinity.
A warning, a tunnel, a path. Concern, wonder, determination.
Bile rose in his throat. He could taste the sour tang on his tongue, threatening to press against his lips, to coat his front, but he managed to weakly swallow it down, forcing it back down alongside the growing pit in his stomach, curdling anything it touched. His body didn't feel real anymore. He didn't feel real. There was too much touching his skin, too much weight pressing down on his body. His legs felt as if they would float out from under him, taken from gravity and send him to the ceiling, forcing him to crawl across the stone.
A pool, a code, a village. Searching, humor, curiosity.
The sound of the river. There hadn't been a river nearby the gates, and yet he could hear it, see it. How long had he been running? How far had he ran within seconds? Did the world itself displace him? Had he been snatched up and dropped back into a universe that he no longer belonged to? He was stuck in the crumbling of the world itself, so how could he be back where he started? Was there even a start? If there was a start of this, where was the end?
A crossroads, a left, a gold block. Reaching, disappointment, shock.
Why couldn't he think. Where had it gone? Where was his mind? His brain? Was it even inside his head anymore? He had to crack it open, he had to dig through his own grey matter to make sure it was still there, still intact. It was gone, it had to be gone, nothing else made sense. Derek couldn't think, there were so many thoughts inside him that there weren't any left for him to think of. Infinity displayed itself to him. Everything that ever had been, was, and will be, sat right before his consciousness, taunting him, mocking him. Reality was fraying at the seams but it remained perfectly still around him. He was fraying at the seams, coming apart stitch by cruel stitch.
A gate, a vessel, a slime. Avery, Avery, Avery.
"…Avery?" The string of letters flowed from his mouth to form a word. A name. One he wasn't sure he recognized on his own or because of ███ ████ ██ ██████. Green slime filled his view, laughing innocently, joyously even. Derek felt a warmth in him that he hadn't felt since the moment his blood went cold. An anchor tugged him back down to the floor, his knees hitting the cobble with a clank of his armor, keeping him pinned and unable to drift. A book and a quill, ink still wet at the tip of it from when he had scribbled out codes earlier, unknowingly marching himself closer to his own undoing.
Warn him, leave, run. Please, Avery, don't.
The wooden chest supported the brunt of his weight as his tall frame collapsed against it, head hung while his eyes squinted from behind his helmet, catching the barest hint of a red feather bobbing. ██ threatened to take him again, he could tell, could feel it watching him. So many eyes, staring down his back, staring from inside his own body, waiting for what he'd do, knowing already what he would do and would ever do in his life. There was no escape, but his hands wrote anyway.
Whatever you do at, the crossroads, don't turn left.
Don't be fooled. It's listening.
You can't outsmart it
It's listening tom e
It's watching me
It isn't from this world
Scratching and scratching and scratching. He had to keep repeating it, he had to make Avery understand. He had keep writing, he had to write until he couldn't anymore. Avery had to understand then. He had to. Avery couldn't come here, he couldn't follow him, he couldn't search for him. It's not his fault, it never was his fault, he shouldn't be here. He can't be here Avery please you have to stay away-
At the crossroads don't turn left
At the crossroads DONT turn left
At the crossroads don't turn left
ATt the crossroadsa dont durn left
Please, Avery. You can't follow me, you can't turn left. Why are you turning left, why are you following me, why can't you listen to my warning, don't you know you can't stop this, you can't fix this, it's not your fault, you shouldn't be here, you need to turn around and leave. Leave me. Go back. Don't turn left, please, stop turning left. I'm scared.
At the crossroads don't turn left
At the croassroads don't turn left
At the corssroads don't turn left
Being forgotten. Being alone.
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✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ A Fix-It that takes place at the end of SFAWTDE and follows through DAWTDE, because I feel like I was the one damned with forbidden cosmic knowledge seeing this doomed yaoi stay doomed.
ANYWAYS HAVEN'T POSTED A FIC ON HERE IN A HOT MINUTE! WIFIES DID NOT KISS THE BRICK BEFORE HE THREW IT AT ME, SO NOW WE'RE GETTING A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC!
You can also check it out on my Ao3!
