16| I faked my death

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A/N- Ellie luvs how y'all doing, I feel bad about not updating but DAYUM my mental health be like 📉📉📉📉📉

~Wilm POV~

I saw a head peek out from over the mountaintop as the blood stung and seeped from my stinging wrist, bloodying the water around me. I was tired, and very hungry. They hadn't fed me much, and I didn't sleep once in that discusting cellar. My legs slowly regained feeling as I drifted afloat the small but quite deep lake I landed in. It was an exquisite lake really, but I didn't really see it clearly, you know, with the blood and everything.

It had been at least 30 minutes that Sapnap had been standing, staring at that house, man he really was obsessed. My fingers were pruned by the time he left, but man was it worth it. My wrists still burned, but they were clean from the water. I made my way to a clearing where I hung my clothes and tried to build a small shack. The gravel I walked on was beginning to loosen as I walked further, and the familiar sent of faint smoke filled the air. I came upon a small, bakery looking house, the chimney overflowing with smoke.

"What the fuck?" I whispered under my breath.
I walked up to the small cottage with flowers flowing from vines on all sides, engulfing the old looking house. It looked well built, but it looked like only one person lived here. I knocked of the door, still drenched, and was met by a beautiful blond woman, she was a lot shorter then me, with brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. I looked down at her in awe, and realized why I knocked in the first place.

"Um, hey. I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive, but would you mind sparing some bread, it's no problem if you can't spare any, I just need a littl-" I was cut off from my rambling by her grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. The house was cozy, a couch on the side, and a very nice kitchen, on the opposite side there was a fireplace and another room which I assumed to be a bedroom, leading into a bathroom. The young woman fumbled with things in her cabinets before grabbing a plate, and recently cooked meat, and sat me down at a nearby table with the food, gesturing to eat it.

"My name's Niki." She said, bring her hand out to me, and smiling.

"Uh, I'm Will, or Wlibur..." I stuttered out, just melting at the sweetness in her voice.
Her eyes drifted to my wrist, and examined the wound.

"You can eat, I'm going to get a change of clothes and some bandages." She said, hurrying off to her room. I gobbled down my food, it was absolutely delicious, or I was just hungry. The juicy beef filling every corner with flavor. It reminded me of when my father would cook for us, how I missed Phil, he was a good man. And a good dad.

Niki came back into the room with an old trench coat, a button down shirt, and some trousers, along with a beenie and bandages.

"Uhm, you can go into my room and change, I'll help your wounds after you're changed." She said nervously.

I nodded and gave a small 'thank you' smile, before going into the room decorated in fake vines and paintings, all prosumably of which she had done. Wow. I changed her into the clothes and met her back in the kitchen, I had already finished my food, and she was washing the plate I had used.

"Thank you, for helping me." I said from behind her.

"It's no problem really, now come sit down so I can patch you up." She said motioning to the chair across from hers.

My wounds did sting, but it was very quick and Niki seemed like she knew what she was doing, so I trusted her to take care of me. Plus there wasn't really anyone to help me anyways. The realization of Y/N and Dream hit me like a bus. What was he doing with her? Was she hurt? Did she even need my help? I couldn't help it, I grew up watching her back while she watched mine, and now that we were separated, it felt...empty.

I felt alone without her, but Niki made me feel the opposite, I wanted to stay in touch with her, but I was scared to ask. I looked up to her as she wrapped my wrist with uttermost concentration and focus, not looking up from her work once, to get it just right.

"So, you wanna tell me how this happened?" She finally broke the thick silence.

"Ah, well long story." I'll tell you.

I repositioned in my seat.

"It all started when my mother passed. It took such a toll on my father, and he grew distant when she died. He eventually left when I was 12, leaving me to take care of my 2 baby brothers by myself. I ran to a man, my best friends father, but he was gone. I turned to see my best friend, crying.

"Clay? Where is your dad? I need to talk to him about something." I asked the young boy.

"Him and mother left. I don't know why. They didn't say anything, one morning they were here, and the left they weren't. They left. Just like everyone else." He said, anger taking over his features as he stiffled an angry sigh.

"Listen, my father is gone, and I can't take care of Tommy and Toby by myself. Please, just let me stay. I know our countries have had our differences, but I really need your help with this." I pleaded.

"No. Take care of your brothers yourself, you have a country to take care of now, and so do I." He spat, now standing up, and walking past me, bumping my shoulder as he did. I scoffed at his efforts. After that day we never snuck out to see each other again.

On my way back to L'manburg, I saw a girl, very young, about Clays age at the time, we both needed help, so I helped her. We grew up together, raised my brothers. And now we're in the middle of a war, Clays and his friends stormed our country and killed my brothers, and Clay went off somewhere with Y/N, and I was kidnapped, so I broke my bondage, and pretended to die, by falling off a cliff into water. " I told her.

"Wow, this Y/N girl must be pretty special if you would risk your life to save her from that Clay guy." She told me, while squeezing my now wrapped wrist. "you're doing g the right thing."

"Thank you again Niki."

"You're welcome."

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I wanna fucking sleep.
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