"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!" please?
Continuation of this
As Fairy landed in the water, he surfaced and shook his drenched hair. He glanced at Wilford who... was not calm in the slightest.
"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!" He quickly swam over to Wilford who was flailing to stay afloat.
“Fairy! Get me out of here!” Wilford yelled through the gurgling of the water in his mouth. Fairy rolled his eyes and pushed Wilford to safety. Glaring at the man below him, the flamboyant clone narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"Don't look down." What if Fairy said that to Wilford?
“Don’t look down.” Wilford nervously laughed at Fairy’s words. Yeah, cause that’s so easy. He shook his head and clung even tighter to the pole he violently hugged. What had Fairy done to convince him to do this again?
“You should have told me you’re afraid of heights. You could have avoided this whole situation.” Wilford just didn’t want Fairy to think any less of him so he braved it at first. But now... now he would rather have danced his way around telling him than actually coming up here. But he wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Yeah, well you should have known!”
“Oh, so I’m just supposed to know everything about you just by some miracle??”
“You are a miracle.~” What was he doing again? Distracting Fairy from... something? But wait... the other wasn’t flustered at all. That scowl made Wilford’s eyes double in size in fear.
“Wilford, look down.” That evil glare wasn’t very convincing, but he followed his directions anywa- JESUS CHRIST.
“Ah! Fairy, why?” Wilford whined with a pout before smirking again. “I’m already high enough on your love.~” That smirk did not last long.
“Goddammit Wilford.” Fairy didn’t hesitate to push Wilford off of the bridge. Smiling as Wilford’s scream echoed through the quiet day, Fairy giggled and dived in after him.
Does This Feel Real? Chapter 17: The Race Against Death
Happy Warfstache Wednesday!
It was a race. That’s all it ever was: a race to survive. If you don’t stay ahead, you fall behind. Everyone else will pass you up. But if you stay in the lead, you’ll be admired and praised. It was no different this time. Whoever stayed in the lead stayed alive.
“I know what you’re thinking. Where did it all go so wrong?” It seemed that Wilford was in the lead. He had the ratchet police cornered, gun to their heads and bullets in their bodies. There was only one miscalculation he had made: one that he hadn’t even thought about. He’d never make that mistake again.
There was a single shot fired, but it wasn’t from Wilford’s gun. Before he even had time to react, the mustached man instinctively brought a hand to his right side, coiling in on himself. Wilford grunted as the golden gun dropped to the ground, leaving him completely defenseless. Why wasn’t there any pain? Was it perhaps the shock? He couldn’t be sure; all he knew was that it was over. Death had finally caught up to him. He’d have to start over from the very beginning.
But, wait a second. The one holding the gun; that wasn’t a baby. That was a man: a man that Wilford knew very well. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way he would do such a thing. Wilford would not lose the race against death to him, he’d make sure of it. Why was he coming closer?
“Wilford, did you really think you could keep me locked up forever? I’ll always come back and I’ll always win.”
“Why? I thought you-”
“What? Loved you? No one could ever love you. You don’t deserve to live and yet you wonder why you’ve only ever been betrayed. Well... I’ll tell you why. You’re unpredictable, a coward.” The man loomed over Wilford, kneeling down to eye-level before he hissed his last words. “You’re weak. I’m stronger than you. I always have been, and I always will be. You can never live up to Mark. You’ve already lost, and you still have enough confidence to gamble. You’ve put everything on the line, but you’re just repeating history. No matter how many times you try or how fast you are, you can’t outrun your fate.”
“What’s that?” Wilford had just enough energy to ask that question. He was in denial. He was in shock. He was in his worst nightmare.
“Failure.” Wilford shot up in his bed, cold sweat trickling down his drenched face. His heart and breathing were sporadic as his mind tried to make sense of that horrible dream. He rose a shaking hand up to his face, eyes wide in fear. Clumsily feeling his side, Wilford sighed in relief: his body was still intact. Running his unsteady hand through his messy hair, he tilted his head back to observe the ceiling above him. Wilford glanced at the clock: 6:30. Well, there was no way he was going back to sleep anytime soon.
Forcing himself up, Wilford walked over to his dresser and changed with a vacant expression. When he was done, he leaned against the wall in annoyance. His heart was still beating at an unnatural rate and his lungs couldn’t fill themselves fast enough. It’s just a dream. None of it is real. None of it will ever be true. Just a dream. Just a dream.
“Wilford?” Hearing the voice from the dream, Wilford spun around to face the man standing in the doorway.
“Fairy! What the hell! How about a fucking warning next time? Like a damn knock or something!” Wilford immediately stood up straight, unconsciously turning his right side away from Fairy.
“Sorry. You told me to come in any time... So I just thought-”
“At fucking six in the morning?” Wilford cleared his throat, and with it, his obvious irritation. “What are you doing up so early in the morning anyways? You don’t usually get up until way later, wasting the day away.”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Wilford’s eyes fell on Fairy’s arms. He leaned to the side a bit in curiosity.
“What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to whatever the other hide behind his back.
“Oh, this?” Wilford blinked several times before raising his gaze to Fairy’s face, folding his arms in confusion and disappointment. He unknowingly took a step back as the golden gun glistened in the other’s revealed hands.
“Where did you get that?” Wilford slipped a hand over his side.
“Google had it. He said that Dark used it.”
“Did he now?” It was a good thing that bastard was dead. Wilford extended a hand out to Fairy, expecting him to hand over the weapon.
“Wilford?” Ugh. What now?
“Yes dear?”
“Why did Dark have this? What did he use it for?” Wilford raised an eyebrow and gestured for the gun. Noticing Fairy hold it closer to his chest in defiance, he groaned and messaged his temples.
“What makes you think I would know?” No answer. Wilford looked up to see Fairy staring back at him with eyes that barely shimmered with uncertainty. Desperate to get the gun out of the other clone’s hands, he chose his words carefully before explaining just enough. “Fine. The truth is Dark most likely used that to kill someone. He’s all over the news: the Youtuber that kills for views. Unfortunately, Mark seems to be receiving the blame for all of this.” That was way too much.
“I know... but why?” Wilford didn’t like that at all. Not only did he have knowledge of that, but he was starting to ask too many questions. Wilford narrowed his eyes.
“Fairy, what did I say about asking questions?” He made sure to keep his tone strict. If he wanted Fairy to back down, he needed to.
“Sorry...” Wilford smirked at the apology and slowly lowered the hand on his side. “...but if you want this back, you’ll have to tell me.” His face suddenly dropped. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“I think you’ll find that if you want me to be happy, then you have to follow my orders.” He smirked again in the silence. Fairy finally nodded and held out the gun in front of him. As Wilford eagerly reached for it, he slightly drew it back.
“There’s something I want to make clear first.”
“What’s that?” Wilford asked, raising an eyebrow. Was he really this desperate?
“If I hand this over to you, I know that I’ll be handing over my life as well.” Wilford folded his arms and tilted his head up while clicking his tongue.
“You need to tell me that?”
“No... I’m telling you that with this gun,” Fairy paused as he handed the weapon to Wilford. “I’m giving you my loyalty.” Wilford gladly took the gun back with his returned smirk, hopefully it wasn’t too menacing. Everything was falling back into place. He had finally caught up to death in the race of life. And it was all thanks to the naive fool in front of him.
“Wilford… please… stop…” Wilford smirked as the man trembling before him weakly exhaled the words.
“I’m sorry Fairy. I know the truth hurts, but if I don’t say it-” Wilford paused and crept closer to Fairy’s ear before whispering “-then who will?” Slowly pulling back, the mustached man froze. The man pinned to the wall had a hand gripping the light blue fabric just above his left chest. Did he normally do that?
“P-p-please… i-i-it… it h-h-h-hurts…” Fairy’s face scrunched up as tears started to leak through his shut eyelids and slither down his flushed face. Wilford’s deformed reflection shimmered in the snake-like trail. His face showed emotion; that wasn’t okay. Fixing that issue, he forced himself to continue. He’s just overreacting. He’s just trying to throw me off guard. He’s just seeing if I care. Don’t give in.
“You hurt me every single day. You don’t see me complaining now do you?” Wilford’s voice faltered as he told the deliberate lie. Why? Why did it falter? Why was it a lie?
“I-I-I-I’m s-s-sorry… I’m t-t-trying…” His breathing was so heavy.
“How many times have you apologized? How many times do you expect me to believe you?” Wilford replicated an irritated sigh before continuing. “I don’t care whether you try. The only thing I care about is success. And after time and time again, you’ve done the opposite. You are a failure.” Fairy let out a small groan before leaning his head back. “I could never love a failure. I could never love you.” The flamboyant clone’s eyes shot open, causing Wilford to blink and take a step back in shock. He found nothing but agony staring back at him. “F-F-Fairy? What’s-?” He was cut off by a shrill screech as the body inches away collapsed to the floor. Paralyzed, Wilford looked down at Fairy with huge eyes. Wilford took a step forward. Wait, no he didn’t. He was still there. He tried again. Again. Again. Again. With each attempt, he stayed standing in place.
“Sparkles?? Sparkles, w-w-was the matter??” Who said that? Did it matter? Fairy wasn’t responding. Was it just a voice in his head? “What the hell did ya do??” Why was there suddenly pressure on his neck? But more importantly, why was there no air in his lungs? Why was there pain in his chest? It wasn’t physical as far as he could tell. “Answer me!” That definitely wasn’t just in his head. Somehow, Wilford was able to just barely turn his head. He was face to face with Punk. Now he had a slightly better understanding. His eyes fell to the arm pushing his neck against the wall. That explains the lack of oxygen. But what about this familiar sinking feeling in his chest? Wilford’s wide eyes returned to Fairy after trying to speak a few times.
“Shit.” Punk spoke for him. “I’m calling 911. Hol’ on, Sparkles. Ya gonna be jus’ fine. They’ll be ‘ere any minute now. Jus’ stay with me, yeah?” Did he already call? He couldn’t have, he was just standing there for a few seconds. The sound of the blaring sirens didn’t convince him. Wait, was there a stretcher there before? Who were these people? They were touching his Fairy. He screamed for them to stop. At least, he thought he did. It took a good slap in the face for him to concentrate again. “Ya comin’ or not?” Wilford distantly nodded, eyes still glimmering with astonishment. Shuffling his feet forward, he was walking down the halls on second then sitting in the back of an ambulance the next.
“Sir, I think you may want to look at this.” Wilford shook his head and finally focused on the scene in front of him. How much time had passed? The shock settled in as his restless eyes landed on Fairy.
“Shit. Alright, I want an IV in him, stat!”
“Yes sir!”
“Keep an eye on the oxygen level!”
“W-w-what’s going on?” Did that come from his mouth? Beep. “What was that?” Wilford didn’t like that sound. He didn’t like it one bit.
“He’s flat lining!” Beeeeeeeeep.
“Alright, move out of the way. Ready?”
“Ready!”
“Clea-”
“Wait sir! His heart is beating again!”
“What??” Were they still talking? Did it matter? No. None of this mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Absolutely nothing. The plan? No. Nothing. Why? Why didn’t it matter anymore? What was happening to him? What was this feeling? This pain: this pain was unexplainable. It hurt more than a punch or kick or gunshot. Gunshot. That’s what this feeling was: fear. Fear? No, it wasn’t the same. Similar, but not the same. Now he just felt pain across his cheek.
“Get a hold o’ yerself gramps!” Wilford blinked and held a hand over his stinging face. From the look of it, Punk slapped him into the real world.
“Why you-”
“Stop! Don’ ya understand what’s happenin’?? This ain’t about ya or me or no one else! Not that ya care anyhow!” Wilford rolled his eyes while rubbing his cheek.
“Thanks,” he muttered behind gritted teeth. Wait… when did they take Fairy away? “Where’d they go?” he asked in what he hoped was a not-so-panicked voice. Wasn’t Punk just here? Wilford grunted as he leaped out the back of the ambulance and stopped at the hospital door. Slapping himself to regain his composure, he shook his body and entered the hectic place. Before he could even take another step, a swarm of doctors and nurses flooded into a single room. Gaining interest, Wilford walked up to it and peered in. What unlucky soul was this?
“Wilford?” Wilford shut his eyes and continued on his way. He only stopped as he heard his name called again, this time with great volume and agony. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction would never bring it back.
“Doc, please, was the matter with him?” Wilford walked over to Punk and a man he assumed was a doctor after he slid through the door, keeping his gaze away from anyone else’s. Hopefully, they wouldn’t see the pain hiding there.
“He has fluids building up in his heart. It’s too much pressure and it’ll cause it to burst soon. Was he doing anything that may have caused any stress before the incident?” No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be what happened. He couldn’t be the reason for all of this.
“Fuck!” Wilford stomped away after kicking the chair beside him, knocking it over in the process. He stepped outside reaching for the gun tucked tightly on his back. Running his thumb across the cold metal, the man pulled it out and chucked it at the wall opposite of him. He punched a fist into the hard wall over and over and over again, cursing under his breath each time. As the skin on his knuckles started to rip and seep out blood, he halted and eyed the gun. He picked it up and pulled the trigger; it was jammed. Wait, was it raining? Small drops of water were landing on the gun, but Wilford felt nothing. He stared up at the sky in confusion before bringing a shaky hand to his face. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nononononononononononono. He was crying. He was crying. Why? He knew perfectly well why.
He was scared.
And not just because of his own life. He was afraid of losing someone else. That’s how this feeling was different. It wasn’t fear for himself, but another. Why? He knew perfectly well why.
He was in love.
No, it couldn’t be. Yes, it was. No. Yes. No, it’s not true. Yes, don’t deny it. You can’t hide it forever. Not even from yourself. He didn’t want to fight this anymore; he couldn’t fight this anymore. These feelings were stronger than he was. He rubbed his face before barging in again, heading towards the two he left. He pushed Punk aside and glared intimidatingly at the doctor.
“Tell me what needs to happen.”
“W-w-w-well, the good news is that he can be saved if we perform a transplant now.” Wilford narrowed his eyes at the words ‘good news’. That never meant anything good.
“The bad news?”
“It’s a heart transplant. We don’t have any available at the time. I’m sorry. We’re doing everything we can to-” Everything around him started to spin. He heard words, but he couldn’t register what they were. He stumbled backwards into Punk, his eyes wide before squinting them in determination. He had a new plan. This one wouldn’t promise Fairy death, but life.
“Take mine.” He still couldn’t see right, he couldn’t focus on anything. But he could still make out the figures and blurry faces.
“I don’t have the authority to do-”
“Are ya crazy man? He’d die without ya! Take mine instead.” Wilford spun around to face what he presumed was Punk and looked him sternly in the eyes.
“No. He needs you. You can take care of him. I can’t offer him what you can.”
“Yeah? An’ was that?”
“Happiness.” Punk blinked several times. It seemed that one word sewed his mouth shut.
“Y-y-y’ ain’t sayin’ what I think yer sayin’, are y’?” Wilford turned his head away to avoid answering his question but by doing so, he just confirmed it anyways. “Tell him! Give him the choice! I know what he’ll say, but y’ got t’ hear it with yer own ears. ‘Specially now…”
“No, you listen to me! I don’t deserve to live for what I’ve done! I’m a terrible person and you know that he’ll be safer with you than me! This… this is the only way I can forgive myself for what I’ve done.”
“I still say ya let him decide. It’s his body.”
“This is already hard enough for me to admit to you, let alone myself, and you want me to go and ask him something like that?” That wasn’t it. He didn’t care about Fairy knowing. So, why was he so afraid of seeing him? Wilford growled as Punk raised an eyebrow before he grumbled and walked into the emptied room. As soon as he felt the lump in his throat, he realized why he didn’t want to see him in the first place. “Hey there, how… how you, uh, holding up?” Silence. Wilford kept his eye on the monitor in front of him. This was stupid and extremely embarrassing.
“Wilford?” That voice was so weak, yet it still held the cheery pitch it usually did. Wilford glanced around at the shimmering sparkles in the air. He leaned in closer with narrowed eyes. It was probably just his imagination.
“Yeah, yeah it’s me. Don’t get too excited Sparkles.”
“What… what are you doing here?” Unconsciously facing Fairy to answer his question, Wilford quickly diverted his eyes back to the screen. There were so many tubes and needles; too many.
“I missed the sparkles.” Wilford tried to chuckle as he pointed up at the floating shimmers in the air.
“B-b-but y-y-you said-”
“Fairy, I need you to listen to me.” Why did he feel this was important? He was going to die anyways. Was that why?
“Um... o-o-okay.” Wilford finally broke free from his pride and kneeled beside the hospital bed, holding onto one of Fairy’s hands. Noticing the slight flinch and shock in the other’s eyes, he leaned forward while meeting his gaze.
“What I said... everything I said...” Wilford paused as the surprise in Fairy’s eyes turned into puzzlement. He was just as confused, but he kept going anyways. “It’s not true. You’re not a failure; you’re not a nobody; you are certainly not weak.” As soon as Fairy’s eyes dropped, Wilford looked down at their hands as well. Was he always gently rubbing his thumb across the other’s hand?
“W-w-when you say everything do you mean...”
“You’re gonna be just fine. I’ll make sure of it.” Maybe, maybe if he avoided the question, it wouldn’t be true.
“I’m not worried about that.” Wilford glanced back up at the other in disbelief as he heard a faint laugh. Fairy was smiling. How?
“Yeah, well I am.” What the hell was he saying? Trying to distract from that random statement, Wilford remembered why he was foolish enough to force himself in this position in the first place. “Hey, Sparkles?” As soon as Fairy’s brown eyes flicked back to his own, Wilford swallowed hard. “If you had a choice between me or punkass… Who would you choose?”
“Wha-what?”
“Answer the question.” Fairy glanced down again. Beep. Beep. Wilford quickly looked at the monitor as the irritating sound sped up before he hastily turned back. “Any time now.”
“You.” Wilford’s sly smirk returned as he closed his eyes and stood up, letting go of the other’s hand. “Wilford?” Couldn’t that fucking sound slow down? Wilford made his way to the door before making eye contact with Fairy again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right at your side when you wake up.” Wilford placed a hand over his heart before saluting with two fingers. “Bye Sparkles.” He kept his confident stride until he made sure he was alone. Flailing punches in the air, the mustached man fall to his knees before sitting against the wall. He cried. He cried. He cried and cried and cried and cried. He wasn’t sure why he did, but he did.
“So, was the word?” Wilford turned his head away as he finally rose from the floor and wiped his face on his sleeve. Punk couldn’t see him like this; it was pathetic. But then again, was there really a point now? Apparently so. Wilford let out a small whimper before plastering his usual expression onto his face.
“He chose me.”
“Wha-? Are y’ sure man? Maybe he jus-” As soon as Wilford smirked, Punk shut himself up.
“There’s something I need to do before this.” Punk raised an eyebrow.
“Was that?”
“Something I’ve never had the heart to do until now.”
“That ain’t funny man!” Wilford chuckled anyways. It was a way to hide his pain. He walked off, hoping Punk would follow him. He did. Leading them to the main entrance, he grabbed a pen and napkin before sitting down. Wilford smiled as he wrote the first two words. Dear Sparkles.
“Sparkles? Ya there?” Fairy drowsily opened his eyes and immediately cringed at the pain in his chest. His hand instinctively found its way over his heart, gripping the hospital gown he wore. He perked up as soon as his nickname registered in his sleepy brain.
“Wilford?”
“Nah, it’s me.” Fairy couldn’t hide the disappointment in his face when his eyes rested on Punk. “I’m so happy t’ see y’ Sparkles.”
“Uh huh,” he searched the room for any signs of Wilford. “Hey, uh, where’s Wilford?” That silence wasn’t very comforting.
“What… didn’t he tell ya?”
“Tell me what?” The sound of Punk’s voice made him turn back in concern.
“He… he said y’ chose him.”
“Y-y-yeah? So why isn’t he here?”
“Alright! Good news, the heart transplant was a success!”
“Heart… heart transplant?” Fairy’s eyes widened in realization. He wasn’t choosing who to stay, he was choosing who to die. “No… no… he… he promised… he…” He eyed the napkin Punk held out. “What’s this?” Why did Punk have his head turned away? Fairy reluctantly took it from him and read the neat writing covering it.
Dear Sparkles,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. You deserve everything I didn’t give you and you deserved nothing I did give to you. I wish I could take it back. But I can’t. I promised you I would be at your side, and I will be. I’m sorry. Please, learn to love yourself like I did. I never had the heart to tell you, so I gave it to you instead. Thanks. Thanks for everything. I love you. I love you. I’m so sorry.
Who's Going Home With You Tonight? By Trapt sung by Fairy to Wilford. Or would it be the other way around?.... Im sad now...
Both? Both. Both is good.
Wilford:
Don't think we ever really got it rightBoth you and I have always kept it bottled up insideCan you show me what it feels like to give yourself away?
Why can't I hold on?There's no one around who picks me up when I'm down like you doWhy can't I hold on?And when you can't hear a sound will the silence melt you too?
Who's going home with you tonight?Was it real or am I part of your collection? Have you crossed the line?Who's going home with you tonight?Oh, I feel that you're an open invitation, is this how we say goodbye?
Fairy:
Keeping secrets somewhere down belowI wish you had the heart to tell me that you sold your soulSo many things you couldn't let me know, you had to run away
Why can't I hold on?There's no one around who picks me up when I'm down like you doWhy can't I hold on?And when you can't hear a sound will the silence melt you too?
Who's going home with you tonight?Was it real or am I part of your collection? Have you crossed the line?Who's going home with you tonight?Oh, I feel that you're an open invitation, is this how we say goodbye?
Who's going home with you tonight?Who's going home with you tonight?Can you tell me what is wrong and what is right?Who's going home with you tonight?
Wilford:
Why can't I hold on to you?Why can't I hold on to you?Why can't I hold on to you?
It's getting harder to sit here aloneAnd I've been waiting, I've been waiting and you still aint homeI have never ever felt so lowI've been thinking, I've been thinking of where did you go?
Who's going home with you tonight?Was it real or am I part of your collection? Have you crossed the line?Who's going home with you tonight?Oh, I feel that you're an open invitation, is this how we say goodbye?
Who's going home with you tonight?Who's going home with you tonight?Can you tell me what is wrong and what is right?Who's going home with you tonight?
Hello I was listening to a song and it reminded me of wilfairy, I don't know why ! It's called dressed in blue by infernal Just thought I'd tell you XP I hope you have a good day :)
No greater mood, Than when I can't move at all,When tied by you,Your servitude sets me freeDressed in Blue baby you make me sweater than,Your hand is still on my back,Dressed in Blue baby you give me more than I,I've never known love like thatNo one knows how it goes but i know when you,Come around i've got to give inWhen it glows and it flows and your fire breaks through,My every moan is for youI know its crazy, but it feels so rightWhen i surrender my love,You leave me longing for another night,All my desire is for youWhat can i do?, I'll leave it all up to you,And it's so cool, make me obey every ruleDressed in Blue baby you make me sweater than,Your hand is still on my back,Dressed in Blue baby you give me more than I,I've never known love like thatNo one knows how it goes but i know when you,Come around i've got to give inWhen it gloes and it flows and your fire breaks through,My every moan is for youI know its crazy, but it feels so rightWhen i surrender my love,You leave me longing for another night,All my desire is for youDressed in Blue baby you make me sweater than,Your hand is still on my back,When we're through baby you give me more than I,I've never known love like thatAnd no one knows how it goes but i know when you,Come around i have got to give inWhen it flows and your fire breaks through,My every moan is for you
I like that I'm trustworthy to my friends when they need me. I love my boyfriend because he still puts up with me after the huge mistake I made. I love my friend, courageousfire because she had always been kind to me whenever I talk to her!
