I wrote this on my phone in a car and it is not proofread in any way. I’m not planning to fix anything. This is a joke based on r/place
TW FOR BODY HORROR AND UNREALITY and bad characterization and plot and writing in general
“HELP- H-HELP ME!” Dream screams desperately, Wilbur glances back for a moment, instantly regretting it as he watches Dreams body warp and stretch sickeningly before disappearing into the hoard of strange creatures. He picks up his pace a bit, trying desperately to catch up to the others. To get away from the colorful mass.
He watches the rest of the group round a corner and pushes himself harder, nearly falling over as he rounds the corner and dashes after them, the only semblance of normal in this weird, horrifyingly colorful world. The five of them that are left keep running past strange symbols and creatures.
Finally they reach what vaguely looks like a doorway, the four in the front quickly get to pushing the door closed. Wilbur realizes he isnt going to catch up to them in time.
“W-Wait! WAIT!” He calls desperately, they only falter for a moment and he briefly recognizes how Dream must’ve felt in his final moments. He gets so close to the door, he lunges for the slightest chance and be knows he’s not going to make it— But suddenly its as if he’s being pushed forward by something, and that slight propulsion sends him through the door, collapsing on the floor as the door slams behind him.
The creatures claw at the door, making their strange shrieks and thuds as they try to get through to the survivors. Wilbur can barely hear them over the blood rushing in his ears and his wheezily loud attempts to catch his breath…
“Oh thank Fuck you made it through…” Phil sighs in relief, also panting heavily
Ranboo crumbles to the ground somewhere to Wilbur’s left, “I think I’m gonna throw up..” he mumbles
Wilbur laughs breathily, somehow he had fucking made it, somehow he actually survived that hell. He rolls over and stares up at the sky… Is it a sky? Or a very tall ceiling... It looks the same as everything around them, colorful and chaotically inconsistent. It almost looks like there are pictures in the mess but they’re all not quite right.. and they seem to be changing and shifting more the longer he stares at them, he decides to look away.
“Where the hell are we…?” Niki asks after a minute, no one responds. No one has an answer, no one has the slightest clue…
“Let‘s just focus on surviving, we should look for a source of food and water” Phil says, quickly taking charge. “Techno, you take Ranboo and Niki to search around. Wilbur, you’re with me.
Wilbur groans slightly as he pushes himself up, muscles protesting at being used again. He stretches a bit before following after the large, black wings of his father. Limping slightly.
After a minute of walking Phil stops, turning to Wilbur with a concerned look on his face. (Though his face shifts and warps slightly so its a bit hard to tell..)
“Are you alright, Mate…?” He asks carefully.
“Yeah, uh… I’m fine…” Wilbur replies, managing a weak smile.
Phil only frowns back at him, “... Are you sure? I’m not gonna make you work if you’re not ok, you should keep your strength up”
Wilbur blinks in surprise at that, “Really?”
“Yeah, We don’t know this place, you should be ready for Anything.” Phil responds seriously.
“Oh, yeah…” Wilbur agrees, still a little stunned, “... I think I will take a bit of a break…”
“Alright, you should head back to the door and wait for the rest of us to get back.” He says
“Are you sure you’ll be ok alone out here?” Wilbur asks.
“Don’t worry about me, Mate” Phil says, smiling a bit. “I’m gonna be fine.”
Wilbur nods wordlessly at that, starting to head back. The silence in all the bizarre color is a bit unnerving, But Wilbur is still thankful its quiet.
By the time Wilbur gets back to the door he can feel exhaustion settling into his bones, he practically collapses onto the cold floor, adjusting to shrug his trenchcoat off so he can try to use it as a makeshift pillow. He gets as comfortable as he can and sighs a little, doing his best to keep the horrors he’s seen out of his mind…
…
It’s been an hour now and Wilbur hasn’t fallen asleep, despite how exhausted he is he just can’t rest, whenever he gets anywhere close he sees a red or purple blob out of the corner of his eye… Its probably just his imagination playing a trick on him.
He sits up with a sigh, looking around for any sign of the others, unfortunately they’re nowhere to be found, thankfully everything is relatively the same, so they should be able to find their way back.
Blur- He see’s it again, a little purple thing on his right. When he turns to see what it is, its gone… It’s still probably nothing, Right?
Wilbur shakes his head a little, he needs to rest, he needs to recover so he can be ready for anything… But he can’t, he just can’t get himself to sleep…
Frustrated, he stands, starting to pace. The action still pulls painfully at his overused muscles but he can’t stand just sitting still any longer… Maybe he should go after Phil and help search for supplies…
Blur- A red thing dashes in front of him, if it were real he nearly would have stepped on it. He needs to just ignore these, they’re not important right now.
Phil seemed very insistent that he rests, and he’s really not the best at hiding things from his dad…
Blur- the purple thing again, over at the door. It looks like its trying to squeeze under the door.
So he could go help Techno on the others, Phil can handle himself but Techno probably doesn’t even want to be stuck with the other two… No, Niki and Ranboo are Techno friends, and neither of them particularly like Wilbur, he’d be the odd one out, and he probably wouldn’t even be all that helpful…
Blur- Both of them this time, squeezed next to the door together, wiggling uselessly.
Maybe he could go off on his own and search? No, terrible idea, he’d immediately get lost and be killed by something and-
Blur- How did they make a noise?
Wilbur turns to the strange shapes, and this time they don’t disappear. Two of the strange little creatures from before are pushing against the door. Each is only about the size of a shoe, and they don’t have any arms. They strain their stumpy legs, pushing their simple faces against the door in a seemingly futile attempt at opening the massive doorlike thing. They only have one weird oblong eye each and he can’t make out any iris or pupil in the shiny light blue…
He can only stare dumbfounded at the little things, when they’re on their own they’re really not that scary… In fact, he thinks they’re kinda cu-
The door cracks open, Wilbur only has an instant to process the hoard of creatures beyond it before they all start piling through the tiny gap and lunging at him. He’s helpless to do anything as they latch onto him and start melding into his body.
He’s painfully aware of every change being made to his body, swelling, splitting, breaking, melting, stetching. He screams until his mouth also disappears into the mass of creatures, tears cloud his dimming vision as he is consumed. His eyes and ears disappear and in a silent moment he accepts his fate, letting his mind dissolve peacefully…
More Ender oc’s!!!!! On the left is Revo(she/her), she’s Kem’s older sister, and on the right is Laska(she/they)in typical DSMP fashion she is an orphan teen!
