Prompt“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.” from this prompt list
contains: In game AU, character death, angst with a happy-ish ending, let’s pretend Fundy only had one canon left in this fic please and thank you, gender-neutral!reader (968 words)
Fundy stared at the communicator in his hand, unable to avert his eyes from the yellow words staring back at him.
This couldn’t be true.
It had to be a prank, right?
Someone must’ve messed with his communicator device.
You couldn’t possibly be dead, not when he has already lost everyone who meant something to him.
First his mother, then his father, then his friends, and now you.
The device slipped out of his hands, falling to the ground with a thud snapping him back to reality. Back to the reality that you were really gone, just like everyone else in his life.
“Fundy?”
So maybe not all his friends.
Turning around, Fundy was met with a familiar endermen hybrid. He looked at the fox with a sorry look but before he could say anything, Fundy turned his back on him and looked through his chests.
“Fundy- where are you going with that sword?” Ranboo already knew the answer but he wished to be wrong.
“To pay Dream a little visit.”
He had hoped that Fundy would have said anything but that but there wasn’t much he could do to stop him. Not when the fox was already walking out the door, maxed out sword in hand, as he headed to wherever Dream would be.
It felt like ages before Fundy finally reached the end of the forest. The sword rested comfortably in its sheath on his waist as he walked out the path and towards the clearing on top of a hill that he knew the green bastard would be standing on.
“Took you long enough.” He said once Fundy had reached the top. His back was facing him with his arms resting by his sides. It wasn’t until Fundy reached for his sword that Dream turned around and grabbed his axe. He wore his signature porcelain mask though it’s usual white colour was stained crimson near the bottom of his mask and on spots of his neck. The dried blood seemed like a cruel joke, as if Dream was taunting him.
“Do you think you could still hurt me?”
“I can kill you-”
“Then go ahead. You’ve already killed the last person who loved me, I don’t have anything else to live for.”
Dream couldn’t say that he was surprised at Fundy’s response. A part of him was sure that he'd be more angry, have that same fire in his eyes that his father once had. The same fire he needed for his plan to work but he also could understood why he wasn’t there yet. All he needed was some roughening up.
“You can help me.” He offered, putting his axe down as an act of peace to offer the fox hybrid his hand.
Fundy only scoffed, grip tightening on the handle of his sword before pointing it up at Dream. “I would rather die than be a part of your sick plans.” He said before swinging at the masked man.
His sword just barely grazed Dream’s cheek. Had he not taken a step back, Fundy would have been able to make him bleed.
The sound of metal hitting each other mixed with the sounds of heavy panting went on for what felt like hours before Dream had finally had enough and disarmed him easily. Caught off guard, he was able to knock Fundy down to his knees before pointing the tip of his blade at his neck.
“I am done playing your games, now are you going to help me or not?” He said in an irritated tone. Expecting for him to finally give in, he didn’t seem to notice him grab a dagger and tackled him to the ground with the blade pressed against his neck.
The next moment seemed to go by in a blur. One second he was on the ground with Fundy holding a dagger to Dream’s neck, pressed just hard enough to draw blood, but then he felt the hybrid's body fall limp on top of him. It wasn’t until he caught a glance at a tall blonde standing a few feet away that he realized what had happened. Grabbing his fallen communicator, Dream didn’t know whether or not to be angry at the mercenary.
[ItsFundy was shot by Punz]
Somewhere farther away from all the chaos, Fundy woke up on the soft grass where the sun shone softly on his face. Getting back onto his feet, he instinctively went to reach for his sword only to frown when he realized it was no longer on him.
A wave of panic rushed over him as he searched the area for it only to freeze in his steps when he heard a familiar voice. “You’re an idiot you know?”
(Y/N)…” Turning his head around, he barely gave you any time to properly react before pulling you into his arms. A smile grew on his face as he heard you laugh become quickly muffled before wrapping your own arms around him.
“You’re still an idiot.” You mumbled which only caused him to laugh and wrap his arms tighter around you.
“But I’m your idiot.” He replied as he let go, causing you to punch his arm. “Ow what was that for.”
“Getting yourself killed that’s what.” You huffed, choosing to ignore how he rolled his eyes.
“You can yell at me all you want but only after you show me around this place.” Fundy said, reaching for your hand and guiding you towards the edge of the hill he had woken up on. It’d be night time and you’d probably still not be done scolding him but he wouldn’t say that aloud.
Sighing at the change in topic, you agreed and intertwined your fingers with his before leading him down the hill towards what looked like a village in the distance hand in hand. He smiled as he barely registered what you were saying about the village you were leading him too. All he cared about was being with you again.
Fundy was born into a loving family. He had a mother who would travel seas and a father who would fight nations for him. He was deeply loved, and for the next few years, that was all he knew.
When he took his first steps while travelling the seas with his parents, his mother had actually almost stopped the ship just to go watch him. He was down on the dock with the other sails-men while his father stood opposite of him with arms open wide to catch him in case he fell. Thankfully, he managed to walk all the way into his fathers arms before finally falling.
Even if he was too young to realize, the other sails-men could tell that the young boy was loved. As his father carried him and his mother pressed a kiss onto his forehead, they knew he was loved.
Fundy needed a family.
Fundy was 5 when his mother died. A disease had taken over her health and she was bedridden for months before the day she didn’t wake up finally came.
A death on the sea for a person born in it. How poetic.
He was still a child but this time, as his father held his hand as he cried into his mothers chest, he couldn’t help but think about what would happen next.
The sails-men stood around them with hats held against their chest as they bowed their heads in respect of their captain. They tried to not cry, they really did, but how could they not when the little boy they had watched grow up who had a permanent smile finally break.
Fundy needed a family, but at least he still had his father.
Fundy was 16 when his father left with his uncle. They were exiled, but with the lack of effort to even see him it might as well have been leaving. He was 16 when his father left and 17 when he watched his grandfather push a sword through his heart.
Falling to his knees, he watched as his grandfather's blood stained hands lost grip of the sword and wrapped themselves around his fathers dead body. His blood stained his grandfather's clothes though he paid no mind, there were more important things right now. Fundy stood there frozen, mind racing with far too many thoughts to even comprehend anything else.
Fundy needed a family, but at least he still had his grandfather....right?
It felt like the cruel world was piling on top of him one by one. Not even giving him any time to try to move on, Phil had rejected him. Refusing to take him in and even choosing a friend over his own family when Fundy had thought he finally found somewhere to belong. “You’re dead to me.”
Fundy needed a family.
It felt like years had passed since he last spoke to Eret. Though they had some arguments and grudges held against each-other, Fundy was over the moon when the monarch approached him asking if he'd like to be adopted. Was this what it felt like to be wanted? To finally be loved and accepted by someone?
Fundy was quick to accept the offer, but perhaps he had gotten his hopes too high and God knew that only led to disappointment. Fundy sadly learnt this the hard way when the day of adoption came, and he was the only one there...
Fundy didn't need a family, did he?
Despite telling himself multiple times he was perfectly fine being alone, his dreams seemed to tell him otherwise and waking up in cold sweat with the words "Mama" and "Dad" leaving his mouth had become a nightly thing. Much to his dismay.
But Fundy needed a family, and with everything he once had now stripped away, what harm could joining an old friend really do?
Perhaps family wasn't meant to be blood. Perhaps he could find family elsewhere—and that was what he did in a place called Las Nevadas.
