Hazing Hopes
Q!FitMC fanfic to comiserate over the nuance of QSMP1's end and the promise of 2's upcoming wedding. Warning for QSMP/ egg-based PTSD :)
“What am I, if not bold?” His laughter echoes for yards down the stretch of the wall. The potato field's sprawl dies down to dotted patches of dirt with each bound the duo makes to a finish line they aren't even sure of. “'Stupid’s more like it!” Pac counters with a laugh Fit's fallen for over and over again.
Such a jab nearly leaves Fit defenseless as his boyfriend overtakes him in their impromptu race. Yet he couldn't care less when he sees Pac's blinding smile. "Cmon Fitche! Don't be a rotten egg!" He laughs over his shoulder. The distance grows with every giggle Pac imbues into the open air. Although Fit can feel himself reach within to catch up, his boyfriend only gets farther and farther. Ramon and Richarlyson pass him too, making teasing faces at their slowpoke of a father. "Cmon dad!" Ramon calls only for Richas to shout, "Sim! Fica por dentro, pai!" They too are miles away in a few blinks.
"Hey! Slow down! I'm not as young as I used to be!" The honesty comes out strained, but the laughter always proves to be worth it, albeit from far away. Fit does his best to remedy the gap, urging for more speed from any reserves he could muster. Yet the more he tries, the farther they are. Just like how the more he notices, the deeper the red edges cloud the resolution of his paradise.
Rose soon succumbs to crimson, no doubt correlated to the dense weight building in Fit's soles. Each step becomes a sisaphseon task. Fit's determination breaks under a fear he yearned to ignore, peaking in a yelp he didn't know he was holding when the fall focused.
Reality's onset caught him, still, in his sleeping bag. The ground stone wasn't smoothed like the wall, reminding him of where he passed out- on a plateau of cobble before the start of his long since cooled 'cast. The breath he takes is solemn while the glance he steels at the crystal clear stars stokes his dreams.
That was then, and this is now.
