ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ
(dreamwastakenxoc)
in which a traitor betrays for the second time, but this time in the name of love
discontinued but still has a summarized ending
ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ :3
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the morning was tense and serious. no one, not even sapnap, were trying to crack a joke. everyone was in full netherite, different coloured accents shining through the room. green, pink, orange, yellow, all the colours of the rainbow and more. everyones weapons were being strapped or held. famous weapons such as clay's [not penis] and punz's [punzo blade of justice]. thorn was standing in the corner of the room, quiet. she had her full set of enchanted netherite and her famous sword. but instead of being aware of the room and herself, she was locked in her own head.
thorns thoughts spun around her head, questions and statements and nightmares all swirling together. there was so much that could go wrong, so much at stake. especially for her. for she never had a home.
home
what was a once foreign concept now holds meaning. thorn did have houses, a great many of them. but home, she learned, was so much more than that. minx, quackity, and techno were her home when she didn't realize it. and now l'manburg and it's people were her home. what she fought for and what she will continue to fight for.
an exhalation from beside her cued thorn that someone was near her. clay had walked over from counting arrows to stand beside her.
"hey my star" came the quiet greeting from him.
"my sun" was the response.
they stood in silence, mutually understanding each other. clay tossed his arm around thorns shoulder with a sigh, and thorn shuffled closer to him. they stood in the corner, seeking comfort from one another. thorn leaned her head on clay's shoulder, but lifted it when wilbur walked into the room.
he was dressed in full netherite, his special helm gleamed. wilbur was quiet for a moment, but began to speak.
"today" he said quietly, but began to get louder. "today is the day we are on. today is the third day of the new moon. today is the day we meet with schlatt. today is the day we fight for our freedom. today is the day my family, our family, fights together. today is the day we win. no matter what happens we will always be family. and although there are a lot of unknowns, and i know you are nervous. we WILL fight and we will not back down!"
cheers echoed through the room, weapons hoisted in the air. even the small tubbo and gentle niki were cheering along with them.
"i don't want any last goodbyes" wilbur said. "because that means everyone here will die a little on the inside"
thorn almost gasped.
when you said your last goodbye i died a little bit inside
unknowingly, wilbur quoted an ancient song. one that would be sang when soldiers marched in from war.
a singular tear slipped down her cheek. it got caught up in her mask, and thorn almost gasped again, but this time in fear. she didn't want to lose her new family, even if it meant sacrificing something that meant a lot to her.
