note: theme and layout change cause I no longer have a computer this is so embarrassing nenckdk
I sat in the pews of church prime, filtered purple light dancing on the black stone. The idea of religion has always been interesting to me. Sometimes it felt like a safety net, knowing there was some power that would keep things right. Sometimes it felt suffocating knowing the possibility of omniscient eyes.
I listened intently to wind chimes sing nearby, a high pitched jingling carried by the breeze. One of the only rules of the server was not to hurt people near this building, not to kill. Being here made me know I was safe, know I could finally let go of just for a little bit.
“hello?” a deep voice with a low static called out. The world seemed to stutter to a stop. My eyes widened as I jumped and craned to look behind me. A tall man in a green cloak had his head looking down at me. His face is obstructed by a pristine white mask. A mask that first instilled fear, then confusion, it was marked with a ‘XD’. His body towered over me as I sat on the uncomfortable pew.
“hello?” I asked him with my head tilted as I studied his form. Gold jewelry was hung around his neck and some of his dirty blonde hair stuck out from under the hood of his robe. His aura was oppressive in a way, terrifying. I think I saw black wings spread out on his back. A symbol of power, of strength, of grace. Who was this?
“I have a gift for you.” he spoke, a gravel like static flowing into my ears. His hand reached out to me with a red poppy, the skin with a subtle golden glow. The flower was pristine, perfect. The black in the middle untouched and the petals completely free of wilting.
“Why?” I asked. He gently shook his head gesturing to the flower once again with a small shake. I carefully took the fragile bloom with a small smile sneaking up to my face. The stem is smooth between my soft fingertips. “Thank y-“ I looked up to meet the unchanging mask to be met with open space. Wind chimes singing again, the world moving, the man gone.
I looked down at the poppy with a small laugh. Such a small thing to mean something so grand, from someone so all consuming. Purple light found its way to reflect on the poppy, painting it a new color. Who had I just met?
Morning came as an unwelcome bright light in my eyes. At least for once I recounted the events of the night before, but I wasn’t proud of how many tears I had shed. Not able to keep it together, not able to get the words out to Sam, at least Wilbur seemed okay. I gently ran my hand through his hair, pushing it out of the way of his eyes. The white streak now swallowed by auburn pushed back against his head. His face twitched slightly but went back to a calm expression as time passed between us accompanied by the quiet singing of birds outside. I let myself enjoy the moment of peace.
I’m glad that he could sleep undisturbed, even if just for a little while, his face as still as a resting lake. I gathered my strength to get out of bed, my mission to find Sam going into action as soon as my feet met the cold floor. We needed to plan for the coming attack from Dream. He needed to know everything I could remember, and if that meant pushing myself, so be it. Pulling myself together I left, the last sight my grim face reflected in a mirror on the wall.
My house was empty, the only sound that echoed through the familiar halls was my feet padding into the main room. Somehow the cold floor had become a reassuring discomfort the more I walked, the cool wood punctuating the air that entered my lungs. I found Sam, collapsed on my couch, face one of disquiet. His position was rigid, not one of rest or calm. He was only covered by a blanket far too small for his large form, the sight made me feel guilty. If I had been able to keep myself together I would have at least been able to afford him the simple convenience of a bigger blanket. I made my way over, gently shaking his shoulder. He always looked different without his intimidating mask. His mouth visible, sharp teeth peaking into his smile whenever he granted such pleasure.
“Sam?” I whispered, trying to bring him out of his sleep as gently as possible. I jumped as his green eyes snapped open, softening as they recognized me. He quickly pulled me into a hug with him on the couch. My cheek pressed against his chest as it steadily rose and fell. “Good morning, Sam.” I giggled as he hugged me tighter. I think in that moment we agreed to forget for a while, one second of amity,, only our shared breathing.
“I was so worried, y/n” I let myself melt as he began to play with my hair. “Wilbur being back, dream getting out, and you went missing. I was just so fucking glad to see you okay yesterday, bear.” I nodded my head into his chest, releasing a breathy sigh. I can’t allow myself to cry again.
“Wouldn’t want to ever leave you, Sammy.” I said with a quavering voice. He hummed, the sound vibrating through him. He motioned for me to move as he sat up on the worn couch. I weakly smiled as I studied his face. An unconscious way to make sure he was okay. My eyes fell into the habit of tracing the familiar scar that ran across his nose. A jagged reminder of a story he never would tell me. “Guess we gotta get into what’s important, huh” I steeled myself, running my hand down my thighs. “Dream wants revenge, Sam.”
“I guess I figured that.” I watched as he pushed his hair back, the former styling having become messy through the night of turbulent sleep.
“I’m scared, he had this map of everything with all these arrows. He was being so meticulous, Sammy.” his brows furrowed as he looked at me, my arms now wrapped around myself. Dream could be right behind me right now and I don’t think I’d be able to fight back with any great strength. I let that sink in, I was helpless against the monster, I even struggled to speak of him.
“I won’t let him near you, bear.” I gave him a weak smile. “I’m gonna get him back in Pandora's box, I promise.”
“I believe you, I do, but we need to be more careful. I don’t think I could stand losing anyone.” Sam nodded with a serious expression “No one can be a weak point, Sam. I saw his plan, and I think he intends to pick us off one by one.” I shiver as I look away from Sam, not able to bare the intense eye contact. His green eyes reminded me of the last person I wished to think of being psychically in a room with. Dream’s hands lingering on me, burning points on my arms.
“I understand, y/n. I’m going to go tell everyone, okay? Can you and Wilbur meet me at the prison in a few hours? I think the safest bet we have right now is to gather there.” I absently nodded my head, standing up and leading him to the door. He looked at me, my eyes meeting his own, a tension building between us. “I will keep you safe, bear.” I fell into him.
“Please be okay, Sammy.” I mumbled into his chest as I let him wrap his arms around me once again, leaning into the warmth. He left with a determined look and a quick pace headed straight for the prime path. I just hoped we could get everyone in time. I sighed, my shoulders falling as I turned to see Wilbur in the entrance to the hallway. “wil,” I whimpered, rushing over to him, finally letting myself cry. Hot tears ran down my face as he held me.
“hello, my love” he mumbled into my hair. I breathed in as he gently swayed us back and forth. “I think we have a lot to talk about.” I winced at the words. “What did Dream do, darling?” Sam had to have said something. He had been my confidant as my life had taken a turn for the worse after Wilbur died. Him right by my side as I sobbed, him right there as I let myself get hurt in the worst possible way. Now it’s like I stood in front of all I lost, having to explain who I had become without him.
“Did Sam tell you something?” I inquired.
“not in any great detail.” I pursed my lips, not wanting to give away unneeded information. Any expression feeling like a hint I needed to desperately cover.
“wil,” How could I tell him? I didn’t want him to feel guilty for what was surely my own fault.
“y/n, I just want to help.” His scarlet eyes burned into me, and his cold hands on my arms suddenly didn’t feel comforting. I gently slid away from him, wandering to the kitchen with a far away feeling.
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‘one, two, three’ seconds to count, moments to lose, lives to take. Dream found himself inpatient as he waited. He knew he couldn’t give them much time to prepare, but he also knew he couldn’t rush in. If he fucked this up he’d find himself right back where he began, miserable. Days spent counting the seconds between each purple drip from the crying obsidian in his cell. Scribbling in fucking books just to burn the pages and watch how the paper shriveled and turned black, engulfed by flame. Return to writing memories just to see them burn. He could feel the ghosts of heat licking at his face from the lava that bubbled as a makeshift wall when he stared down at the large map.
“one, two, three” he mumbled as he counted the lives everyone had left. Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur only had one. Sam had three. Quackity had two. Y/n had two. He knew their overall survival depended on how they acted in the moment, he didn’t want to kill everyone, not really. A select few, yes, we’re destined to die by his hand, but not every measly person deserved such a fate. Though he dreamed of blood on his hands, Quackity’s face when he realized he was just as helpless as he had been when he got that godforsaken scar on his face. That his obsession with power and money had gotten him nowhere.
“y/n,” he ran the name on his mouth, a sweet taste, an interesting predicament. He couldn’t decide what to do with them. The past that drew out between the two leaving a red string tying them together. If they would get in the way, if Wilbur would in turn, they would become more of an issue than they were worth. He would finally be willing to cut that tie. He’d hoped they had already given up on their pitiful attempt at fighting back. Pushed so far that they had finally snapped. A shattered mirror, unrecognizable, just as they had been after Wilbur’s untimely end.
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“y/n, please,” I forced myself to turn around, looking at Wilbur’s worried expression. I didn’t know if I wanted to tell him, I didn’t know if I could. Those words were stuck in my mouth, burning my tongue. Something wouldn’t let me let them go. I was cursed with this weight and I couldn’t shake it off. I spun around again, beginning to make us breakfast. Grabbing a dull knife and fresh fruit that had somehow found its way into my fridge. I poured myself into this meaningless task so I didn’t have to be me. I didn’t want to face the reality of what had happened, I wanted to go back to being nothing at all.
“How do you want your eggs?” I asked him as I cut the fruit and placed it into a small bowl. I tensed at the sound of him groaning, a sound of frustration, a sound that meant I had done something wrong.
“Please?” I can’t do this right now. I felt my hand tense around the blade as he pushed for an answer.
“Please? please what Wilbur?” a sharp pain erupted from my hand “I can’t tell you, I just can’t. I feel like you just keep pushing me into corners, demanding so much- god I can’t just keep giving to you.” I sighed as I turned to look at his shocked expression. His shoulders now slumped and his once pleading face now adorned with a straight mouth. I felt myself tense as he moved to speak, guilt flooding into me. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled out, allowing my own posture to fall.
“I just want to be better for you.” he mumbled with his head bowed, eyes falling to the tile floor. The confession woven into our shared silence made the air feel tangible. “and- and I just keep fucking it up, I know I do, I made you come with me and Dream, and I didn’t even fucking consider that he could have done something to you, I didn’t listen, and then I just let him hurt you again.” I watched with bated breath as he stepped away from me. “y/n I can’t forgive myself. I deserve how Sam treated me because I’m not fucking good for you. I’m not good for anyone for fucks sake.” He took a shuddering breath as he pushed his hands through his unruly hair “and I’m so selfish cause I don’t think I could bear to let you go.” I stood shocked as his eyes remained glued to the floor.
“Dream-” I paused to look down at my hands, stunned by the way I was bleeding from a cut. Wilbur, confused by my silence, looked up to where my widened eyes were watching an open wound.
“Shit, are you alright?” he asked, reaching out to take my injured hand. I looked up to
see his expression, not comforted by what I found. His pupils were now blown wide as I watched him visibly fight back some crawling instinct that had beseeched him at the sight of my pooling blood.
“I’m fine.” I shuttered, pulling my hand out of his gentle grasp. He looked up at me with a new found clarity in his maroon eyes, shaking his head.
“Sorry, fuck,” he muttered, quickly walking over to the sink to wash the blood that had gotten on his hands. He was once again tense.
“Maybe we’re both bad for each other.” I whispered as I watched him scrub at his hands.
“please don’t say that” his voice wavering with the request.
“Look at us, Wilbur! You can’t say this is healthy?” I felt tears well up in my eyes as he stood there. I didn’t want to believe it either.
“please,”
“Wilbur, I want to tell you, I want to tell you everything that happened but, I’m pathetic, I can’t find the words, it's like I'm choking on nothing.” Wilbur reached to turn off the facet, yet he didn’t turn to face me. “I can’t- I can’t” He placed his hands on either side of the sink as he took calculated breaths seemingly trying to calm his own nerves.
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‘Just breathe,’ He shook the water from his hands and into the sink, still not daring to turn and face y/n. Not wanting to risk seeing their injury, their blood, to fall right into that version of himself. The version that had come back a monster, a parasite made to use those around him.
“Wilbur- what if the stuff with Dream was my fault.” Y/n’s voice wavered as they seemed to slip into blaming themselves. The words made his emotions build. The situation seemingly impossible to solve due to y/n’s own feelings of their involvement in a situation he couldn’t even begin to guess.
“What did he do, love?” He begged, his hands finding their way to the edge of the basin again, his tight grip making his knuckles bloom white. Y/n stood stunned as they studied the way blood began to drip from their hand now. They made no move to bandage the injury. A deafening silence drew out between the two. Filled then with the sound of y/n’s panicked breathing. Wilbur pivoted to see their eyes still locked on their hand as tears slipped down their face.
“fuck, we really need to get that wrapped” Wilbur stared at the blood that was now dripping on to the white tiles, splattering across the pristine floor. Red contrasting against the pale flooring, the sight making his head spin. He found himself whimpering as he tried to get y/n to the sink to clean their hand.
“I’m sorry,” they cried as they pushed their hand under the water turning the water in the sink a light pink as it splashed against the metal.
“Please don’t be sorry anymore, you’ve done nothing wrong, okay? I’ll be right back, you stay right here.” Wilbur made his way to the first aid kit, rushing back to bandage the wound. He made quick work of the injury using his tactile hands. Applying the wrapping felt like second nature due to his own hand wraps he had been using since he got back. “none of this is your fault, especially if it has to do with Dream.” y/n weakly nodded as they leaned into Wilbur.
“Sam needs us to meet at the prison, he’s gathering everyone. I want you to ask him about it, I just-“ They pushed as they took a deep breath.
“That's okay, my love.” Wilbur gently ran his hands through their hair, brushing down the strands that had become unruly.
note: my brain just went burr on this one, inspired by george lore etc! My brain said you have read Circe apply it ! Hope you like it <3333 also could not call him XD i would die and pass away
synopsis: making a deal with dreamXD
A cold hand lifts my chin to look up at an empty mask. Etched with an ‘x’ and split to reveal a single piercing green eye. I wanted to fight back, to relent the gaze that tore through me, but I couldn’t.
Anything I wanted was too tempting an offer.
“You promise me forever?” the bag on my back weighted heavily with its contents, those of unspeakable riches. His vice grip on my heart didn’t stutter as his voice crackled, his touch insistent on possession. My fingers absently began rubbing the hilt of my newly acquired sword, noticing how it felt jagged where I knew it to be visibly smooth, like a lasting scar from it being torn from the rips of this world.
“Yes,” a sealed contract “forever.” the finality of an opening wound. I shuddered with the world as he pushed his hand to caress my face, the motion made the hairs on my arms stand up, his touch akin to that of the cool press of the end of a gun. I was pulled to him as the planets are pulled to the sun, his power intoxicating. “But how will I last? I will rot before you even think about ceasing to exist” he leaned impossibly close to my face.
“What I cherish I keep.” His static voice whispered into my waiting ear. “You will be my golden cattle and I will be your Helios, though I have no reason but my own to protect you, to keep you.” His words sent shivers down my spine as he finally pulled away from my rigid body.
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Ghostbur gave a weak smile after he finished his song, anxiously continuing to pluck the strings. I reminisce at the soft tone of his voice, the way it reminded me of the butterflies that use to beat my stomach. I clapped as the people around me followed suit. I noticed their hesitance, their fearful distance, but I tried not to let it keep me. They were scared of my power, the biting cold that followed my words. As the crowd dispersed I walked up to the star, eager to praise him.
“You never lost your talent, even in death.” I smiled at him as he slowly strummed the battered guitar, its strings uncut and wild at it’s head and its bridge slightly crooked. The sight sent a pang to my heart, specifically the black nail polish I knew to be that of my own. A mark of Wilbur and I’s past.
“Thank you, y/n.” his face flushing a pale blue as he began to kick the dirt on the ground “I’ve been meaning to ask you about how you were with Wilbur. I’m trying to piece together the more positive parts of him. I don’t want to see myself just as a man who hurt others I guess.” He gave an innocent smile as he looked up to my own surprised expression. I swallowed as his words hung in the air. I hadn’t been ready to face that part of my past. I had been pulled away from it by my present.
“We,,, We had been in-” I felt my body turn cold as an unnatural sound of rushing air filled my ears. X.
“Do not waste your time with, Apollo.” He firmly gripped my shoulder from behind as I watch Ghostbur’s eyes widen before he quickly scurried away.
“X, he didn’t-” he pulled my frame closer to him as watched Ghostbur flea.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t know why I let you wander around here anyway. You could come home.” I shuddered at the proposition, feeling his gaze. The End was a terrifying and unforgiving place in my head, somewhere I couldn’t stand to be chained to. I didn’t need my day to day to be as cold as my lover, no matter how much I learned to cherish him.
“I would miss the sun, my love.” I closed my eyes soaking up the way the rays currently warmed a side of my face.
“You would have me.” X pressed.
“You are my moon. You may be cold, but you make the tides come in, and you pull me home and swallow me whole.” His mask hid any emotion he had towards my words, his body language just as stoic and unreadable.
“Then who is your sun?”
note: really like doing the slight poetic dialogue cause I literally write poetry first and foremost jcjsbcjsbchsd might continue this if requested <3333
warnings: mentions of funerals (not negative!) <333
request: The Lakes - Taylor Swift with Techno !
note: I think this one is really cute : ) ps send me song requests like this <3
“What would you say at my funeral?” I asked, Techno’s head shooting to look at me. I subconsciously pulled out blades of grass under my hand as I studied a ladybug that lazily crawled across my ankle.
“I wouldn’t let it get to that, not as long as I’m here.” Techno’s held a severe expression that caused a shiver to run down my spine. I know he means well.
“No, no, not like that, not in a morbid way.” I pondered what I would say for Techno. “I would talk about how your fierce loyalty and dedication is painted across your body in your scars and calloused hands.” I smiled at him then turned to watch as the water lapped at the edge of the blue lake.
Techno sighed, a sigh of relief, letting the tension in his shoulders go. “I don’t think I’m quite as eloquent as your, my love, but I’d say your as beautiful as the moon’s reflection on water, your smile as warm as the golden light of the setting sun.” I crawled over to him with a mischievous glint in my eye.
“You are quite the poet now huh?” I asked leaning closer to his face to look him in the eyes, he raised his eyebrow.
“Not as much as you are, my beloved.” we kissed under the shade of a large evergreen tree then, as butterflies beat their wings in my stomach.
“I would talk about how your ruby eyes remind me of fresh roses. You know they always say they are the color of blood, of violence, but I couldn’t help but disagree.” I touched my nose to his with a giggle. “Your just far too gentle, a gentle giant if you will.” I motioned with my hands. His lips upturned into a smile, my eyes lingering at the jagged scar on the right side of his top lip.
“I love you.” He relented as I laid down, resting my head on his thigh. He ran his beautiful calloused hands through my hair, his face painted with bliss as we watched the sun set behind the wall of trees that surrounded the secluded lake.
alas my poor heart, it aches for you (c!technoblade x reader)
warnings: pet names
note: I didn’t feel like adding the mental energy of location dependent flower stuff so we are gonna ignore that <3333
I walked into Techno and I’s shared cabin arms full of various picked flowers from a far away flower forest. Had I went a very long distance to pick flowers for Techno knowing he wouldn’t know what they meant? Yes. Techno looks up from the book he’s reading with a bewildered expression at the overflowing basket.
“Flowers!” I laughed setting the basket brimming with color onto the wooden floor. “Do you have a vase?” I asked sitting down on the floor.
“I think I have one downstairs, one second.” I laughed as he eyed the basket as he descended down the ladder. I began to organize the flowers by type when Techno placed a white glazed vase beside me on the floor.
“Here, sit down.” I patted the place beside me “Do you know what the different flowers mean, Tech?” he shook his head begrudgingly sitting beside me on the less than comfortable floor. “Honestly, surprising, there was a whole language of flower symbolism back in the victorian era. That’s a bit too recent huh, mr greek nerd.”
“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t know about them having meanings, I just don’t know them.” he absent mindly was touching the various colors of yarrow.
“Uh huh, well anyway the used them to communicate things they couldn’t say.” he gave me a small glare before his eyes shifted back to the various flowers. “The ones you were touching are yarrow! I like the yellow personally.” I picked a stem up that ended with a bundle of the small white blooms sliding it into his pink hair. “It means everlasting love.” His eyes softened as he reached for another flower, this one blue.
“What’s this one?”
“That’s salvia, the different colors usually change the meaning so that one means ‘I think of you’” He handed me the blue flower with a gentle smile.
“Then this one is for you.” I giggled at him, placing the flower behind my ear that mirrored his own.
“My personal favorite flowers are Carnations, They have same thing as roses where each color has a different meaning, but I feel like they are less corny than roses.” I pointed out the various colors of carnations, most of them being red and pink. “The red ones mean ‘my heart aches for you’,” I paused looking up at his concentrated face as he picked up one of the flowers “I always liked how some of the meaning where written, all poetic and such.” I plucked up some red carnations setting them in the white vase. I continued to set various flowers in the vase making an arrangement. I placed white hyacinth, some forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums, and red camellias.
“And this is for you,” I handed him the ornate vase and he flushed.
“And what do each of these mean, dear?”
I reached over to point at each flower “These are hyacinths and they can mean prayers for someone so you won’t get hurt. These are forget-me-nots so you’ll remember me forever, red chrysanthemums mean I love you, and the camellias mean you are a flame in my heart.” I reached over and tapped his nose with a smile. “It all together just means I love you, Tech.”
“You know I do know what what one these means” he reached over to the basket still brimming with flowers, placing down the vase. He picked up a small sunflower “adoration.” he gently kissed me as I smiled at him.
note: she’s a bit rough around the edges but kdnbhwjhlb just wanted to do something horrorish cause it’s my favorite thing to write : )
“Techno, y/n! So this is the egg!” Bad’s face was plastered with a smile, lit by a red glow from the thing in the corner that seemed to bare through me. His strange robe now colored a milky white instead of it’s former blood red. I nervously glanced at Techno who’s expression remained unaffected as I myself wished to cower into his side. I pressed myself as close as possible, almost hiding behind the man I knew wouldn’t allow me get hurt.
“So this is what you wanted to show us?” Techno said, unimpressed by the sight. His confidence made me feel steady and sure.
“Yep! Why don’t we all get closer?” Bad decided to pull my hand, his palms were cold and clammy, the hand foreign in my own. Maybe he assumed Techno would follow if I got closer. I politely laughed as he lead me away from the perceived safety I found in Techno. I tried to not trip over the vines and the pools of lava and hot open magma that littered the floor. “Beautiful isn’t it?” Bad watched, eyes wide. I noted Techno’s presence coming up behind me as I stared in awe at the large egg that towered above us. The carved-out room beginning to feel impossibly large. I felt sick to my stomach.
“I think we will be taking our leave, Bad. This doesn’t seem like something I’d like to be involved with in the slightest.” I listened to Techno speaking behind me, a rumble in his voice that couldn’t possibly disrupt the buzz that had begun in my ears, like something else was trying to pull me away from the current moment. I felt compelled, led away from the man that still hovered behind me.
“Why don’t you just get a bit closer? Couldn’t hurt you, muffin.” Bad grinned at Techno, beckoning him to join him by his side, his hand placed on the scarlet egg. I felt frozen as I stumbled closer, uneasy on my feet. Bad’s stretched grin burned into my brain. I knew this would all be okay, that I would only be safe if I allowed myself to be engulfed by the freezing hands that stretched out from the egg in front of me causing the hair on my arms to become raised. The static beginning to radiate in my head, behind my eyes, to my fingertips, only slowly growing in magnitude.
“Y/n? Y/n? Let’s go.” I heard Techno behind me, putting a burning hand on my shoulder, but he felt so far away, only recognizable by clear change in temperature.
“Bad, what is it saying?” I mumbled out leaning closer as if proximity would make the never-ending static make sense. “It’s so loud.” Some words filtered through, CLOSER, CLOSER, CLOSER, a chant.
“Just touch the egg! It’ll make more sense, y/n!” I absently nodded, feeling a cold air radiate over the front of my body as I tentatively reached out.
“y/n!” Techno shouted in panic, forcibly pulling me back away from the egg. The static didn’t let up, even when the warmth from Techno’s body surrounded me, if anything it got louder, felt more demanding, made a pit form in my stomach.
“Techno? I want to,,, I need to.” he wrapped his arms around the front of my body as we both stepped away from the insidious egg.
“We are leaving.” He began to quickly pull me from the room as I tried to cover my ears, alleviate the shrill call that buzzed through my body.
“Techno, I feel so-” I reached out to touch his face, my fingertips felt numb.
“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you out of here. We’re gonna get you out of here, my love.”
“Techno! Y/n! Wait!” Bad faded off as Techno rushed us out of the disorienting room. I felt dizzy as I leaned on Techno for support to even be able to stand and escape. Once I finally felt the sun caress my face I felt relieved. I collapsed in the green grass, letting dew soak through my pants, fresh air through my lungs almost allowing me to forget the vines that felt like they had wrapped around my ankles.
“y/n, are you there?” Techno whispered close to me, his warm breath fanning over my face.
“It’s still-” I placed my hand on my ankles, tracing the ghosts of spines and constriction. “It feels like it’s wrapped around me, Tech.” words felt impossible and forced. Techno quickly moved back into action sweeping me up from the ground his cape swooping up behind him. He began to walk towards the portal home as I looked up at his concentrated face.
“We aren’t ever going there again. I’m gonna destroy what’s ever down there, y/n. it’s sick like some sort of infection..” I let myself drift off with my head pressed against Techno’s chest, calmed by the steady beat of his thrumming heart. I woke up when he laid me down on our shared bed. “Are you sure you are okay, love?” he laid an unsure hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.
“Yea, I feel more, I don’t know, clear, you know.” his brow still worried, but his shoulders became less tense.
“I’m sorry I let Bad take us there.” he confided sitting down on edge of the bed. I crawled over to lay my head on his leg.
“It’s not your fault and we didn’t know. Besides you got me out of there, right?” I smiled up at his slowly softening expression “we’re both okay.” I reached up to lay my hand on his cheek. Techno leaning in to the gentle touch as he let himself close his eyes.
Ghostbur sat huddled in the very corner of the station. His knees flush to his chest as he cried. No more tears ran down his face, he simply silently heaved as the station soaked in his sadness. Sometimes he thought he heard the sound of a train coming, an imagined savior that would take him away from this limbo not really made for him. A limbo he was forced into, a station now decomposing without its patron.
Every few months he would be pulled out of his thoughts by mechanical buzzing, A click, and the dark platform would be illuminated by the lights in the displays. Messages that only made him realize that he didn’t matter. People didn’t separate him from his counterpart, didn’t take what he tried to do to heart. Every futile attempt to mitigate what Wilbur had done had been fruitless and lead him here. Alone and forgotten.
And then sometimes the messages would be from you.
“Where’s Ghostbur?” appeared on the screen a few days after he arrived. A message that sparked hope in his heart that maybe they would save him. Maybe he would get out of this horrid place.
“Bring Ghostbur back, Wilbur. You are sick! sick.” was the next time he heard from you. Yet, no comfort came from the message. No solace cause he knew in some sick way it was him that was hurting you, and he was stuck here without a train ticket.
“Tommy you said he was gonna be fine. I trusted you, Tommy.” it made him cry for the first time in a long time with actual tears. Tears that ran down his face and burned his corporeal skin, tears that he couldn’t shake away.
“I hope you are happy, where ever you are, and if no one else remembers you for you, Ghostbur, I will.” that was the last time he heard from you. One of the last times any message showed up at all. So maybe you broke your promise, or maybe you just weren’t saying it out loud. Years drug on without the sign illuminating. Years he spent alone, fingertips trailing over scarred tear tracks, watching as the ceiling got holes, and wishing if he could have anything at all it would be friend and you.
A train came eventually.
note: /pos end in my head to be clear train good yes yes
They could forget the pain, the piercing feeling caused by the sword that protruded from their stomach. They could even forget that it had been him. Forget that it was the man who they looked at as if he hung the stars that plunged the sharpened blade through their now struggling body, but they would never forget the blood. The red that now painted and coated their hands, that trailed into their fingerprints. A thick sign of how fucking stupid they had been to want him so bad.
“I almost feel sorry for you.” He was so recognizable now, in the most horrible way. Wilbur’s voice was unrestrained as if it was just about to teeter off the edge of a cliff. “You wanted to believe this lie so bad? That we could be together all over again.” he laughed. “You fucking idiot!” his eyes were wild, hands grasping at his face as he now kneeled before them. He traced the wound, the blood that stained their light shirt and he felt happy for once. Felt something that wasn’t this numbness that had settled into his stitched together skin.
“Wilbur?” he looked astonished at his own name. It couldn’t still be him? He wouldn't do this.
“How could you believe me? That I could ever be the good guy again.” he sneered at the name and the figure in front of him faltered. Their eyes fell, shoulders slumped, but they smiled. They smiled, an expression of independently found peace in the face of the end.
“I know, I’m sorry I thought you could be that, selfish” Their words trailed off as they hissed with pain, When they looked up, he was shocked. “I’m sorry,” and the world went still. The air metallic and the man found himself on his knees, painted with emotion. Feelings that flowed out and stained the already hallowed ground. Their lifeless body would not move again beside the growing pool of blood, and he was surprised to realize he felt sad as they bled together.
