Screw it, Second and Red are the target of my angst and none of you will stop me.
This is a songfic using the song, Nowhere King.
Djejiejd go listen to the song, I don't watch centaurworld but I saw an animatic using the song and have been listening to it for hours. Anyways some of this might be ooc but whatever I need sleep it's like 2 in the morning and my first alarm goes off at 4 oh god-
Warnings: Mental breakdown, slight accidental electrocution, usual angst, like one swear.
The Nowhere King
Second was in his room, curled up under a bundle of blankets and shivering, trying to pretend to be asleep for anyone who might walk in.
He hurt them again.
Hush now, hide all you little ones
Fuck - Why couldn't he ever control his powers?
Why couldn't he stop hurting people?
Why couldn't he stop people from getting hurt too?
Rush now, into the middle of nowhere
He didn't want this, he didn't want to hurt his friends, he didn't want to keep having constant streaks of sleepless nights, he didn't want to selfishly leave his friends in danger, he didn't want-
Singing and laughter will die
Tears stung the corner of his eyes and he bit his tongue to hold back a hiccup.
Dreamless sleep, follows the Nowhere King
Red was cleaning up after Reuben and was looking to get more mob eggs but couldn't find the creative block.
When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh
He poked his head into Yellow's room, seeing him tinkering with some redstone on a small track. A minecart was pushed over on its side a few feet away from Yellow, who hadn't noticed Red until said stickfigure had cleared his throat with a cough.
Quiet, crawl to the in-between
"Oh- Hey Red, what do you need?" He turned in his chair, setting down the redstone and stretching.
"Just wanted to know if you had the creative block or not, I ran out of some mob eggs."
Red said, pointing to his inventory where it was missing some of it's usual absurd amount of spawn eggs.
Yellow paused for a moment before speaking, "I think Second had it last after the uhh, accident. Could you check on him while you're there, Green wanted to tell him that he was fine and that it wasn't his fault.
Before the room could descend into an awkward or tense silence, Red gave a small smile, "Ah thanks! I'll be sure to check up on him, good night!" He shut the door, running up the stairs before slowing his pace at arriving to Second's room.
Silent, secretive feeling
Of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies
It was silent, so he was probably asleep, which meant Red could just go in and grab it without bothering him.
The door opened with a small creak and what he expected wasn't what Red saw.
What he saw made his heart sunk in his stomach.
You will bring joy to the Nowhere King
Second's room was a wreck.
His chair was knocked over and a wheel was half broken. The picture of his friends, something he held very close to him, was on the ground, the glass frame cracked with glass shards surrounding it.
His drawing tablet plug, was ripped at the head, proving to be a hazard as small sparks flew from it.
"Second, a-are you okay?" It took Red a moment to find that the bundle of blankets on the bed were moving, not only moving, but shaking. Second had to be in there.
No response, at least no verbal one, hushed sniffles coming from the blankets as well as green electricity flashing around the blankets dangerously.
Red's gaze softened, he knew the feeling Second was going through all too well. After the Herobrine accident, he couldn't get out of his head that he hurt his friends.
He locked himself away in his room with only Reuben and his parrots for company, scared to set foot into the outside in fear he turned back into that monster and hurt his friends again.
But that didn't stop Second from seeking him help, from helping him out of the thick ooze that whispered to him that it was his fault.
And nothing would stop Red from doing the same.
He moved, with soft footfalls alerting SC that he was getting closer, he couldn't get closer.
No he'd hurt them again. "Go away..." He croaked, voice barely intelligible with tears and sniffling.
Red didn't speak, there was no need for words to try to convince him that he couldn't just go away. He paused in front of the bed, pulling up the blankets with a wince as the electricity shocked him, nothing dangerous, but it DID hurt.
Second's tear-stained face was now visible and he tried scooting away, his vibrant, unfocused, green eyes and electricity glowing brightly in the darkness of his room.
And then suddenly, there were arms around him, and a warm body against him as he tried to comprehend what was happening around him as everything felt like it was moving oh so slowly.
Red had hugged him, without hesitance, only a pained grunt being heard as he tightened his hole on Second, rubbing a hand up and down his back in hopes of comforting him.
There were still sniffles, and now tears soaking into Red's shirt, and Red only tried softly hushing him, as if to drown out the sorrows Second was facing with the love and care he felt for him.
Blank eyes stared at the wall in front of himself, before seeing who had embraced him. Second gripped Red's shirt, trying to ground himself.
His heart was slowing down, although his tears and sniffles didn't stop completely, they slowed. Whether he noticed it or not, the glow in his eyes slowly faded, and a warmth began growing in his chest.
No words were exchanged, they both understood the feelings and thoughts brought fort with the hug, and Second eventually relaxed in Red's hold, weakly returning the hug and resting his head on Red's shoulder.
His eyes shut with exhaustion as he went fully limp in Red's embrace, who had also brought up a hand to stroke his head softly, electric energy stopping soon after.
When he sees the light leaving your eyes
The room descended into quiet once more, the two sticks curled as close together as possible in each other's warm hold.
