w a r p e d • mcyt highschool au

Chapter 7: Tears

Karl was confused.

After getting jolted out of the.. Inbetween? Karl had started to question what was real and what was fake. Was the Inbetween real, was this world real? Or were they both fragments of his imagination?

And what was the deal with the red shit?

After staggering out of the house and somehow managing to make it to school, Karl was barely rested or ready for the day. And then of course, the information of a student's death took the final blow and hit him like a train.

There was something connected all of these weird things happening. He just wasn't sure what that was yet.

"Karl! I want to speak with you really quick." Bad motioned for him by the bathroom. Checking the time, he realized they had less than two minutes to talk.

"Better make it speedy, I'll get skinned if Mr. Lares sees me coming in a second too late." Karl followed Bad into the bathroom, where it proved to be vacant.

"So." Bad turned to face Karl. He noticed that Bad was wearing sunglasses; something he had never done in the time that Karl had known him. "There's been a death, as you probably know."

Karl nodded.

"Well, I was wondering if you knew anything about it?" Bad was unreadable as he asked the question, to which Karl furrowed his eyebrows. Bad was always showing some type of emotion, and even though the death might have affected him differently, Karl really felt on edge.

"Nope, I know nothing about the subject." He shrugged, adjusting his backpack as Bad let out a sigh of relief. Karl stopped.

Why would he do that?

"Why do you sound relieved?" The question seemed to throw Bad off. However, in a second he had regained control.

"Well I wanted to make sure you weren't involved. Isn't that the nice thing to do?" He chuckled lightly, seemingly brushing away the question.

Karl still felt uneasy. Checking the time, he worriedly gave Bad a quick smile and went to leave.

"Have fun in class!" Bad called, unmoving. Karl turned to thank him, but almost stopped dead.

Muttering a very quick thank you, Karl just about ran out of the bathroom. Stopping outside of the classroom, he took a deep breath and clutched his chest.

Bad's sunglasses had been tilted up, revealing two deep red eyes instead of their normal iridescent white.

This was bad on so many levels.

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Tommy was staring at the board silently, the room full of tension and hushed sadness. George, now sat in his seat with bloodshot eyes, had excused himself multiple times to go to the bathroom.

They all knew he was crying.

Wouldn't you? Tommy's head challenged. Gritting his teeth, he looked over to Tubbo. He was a row ahead of Tommy, and was doing his work without complaint.

Of course I would.

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Heading out of class, Tommy realized how absolutely depressed the atmosphere was. A few kids were tearing up, but loosing their reputation in the school to a full breakdown was enough to stop them from expressing it.

Only George had the courage to cry, because he was allowed to.

"Tommy," He whipped around as a hand touched his shoulder.

"Tubbo." He sighed, coming face to face with his calm brown eyes. He gave Tommy a small smile.

He was clearly feeling the downpour of emotions radiating from their school.

"Hey. Ranboo gave this to me to give to you." Holding out his hand, Tommy peered at the gift. It was a bracelet, thin and black, with a small obsidian colored rock threaded through the string. Taking it from Tubbo, he inspected the jewel closely. It was slightly transparent, and glimmered in the slight amount of light coming through the glass walls of the hallway.

"What is it?"

"An Apache Tear. It's supposed to keep negativity away, and I guess Ranboo thought we needed them. I got one as well." He lifted up his own wrist, where an identical bracelet to Tommy's hung.

"Oh. That's nice of him." Tommy didn't know if he believed in the superstitions, but it didn't hurt. Especially with deaths happening.

"Yeah. You want me to help you put it on?"

"Sure."

After tying the bracelet to his left wrist, Tubbo turned away to head to class. Tommy did the same, going the opposite direction. He stopped when Tubbo got out of sight, staring down at the small stone.

Something within him told him to keep that rock safe. No matter the outcome, he must keep that safe.

For now, Tommy thought stubbornly.

For now I'll keep it safe.

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Sapnap stood when the bell rang, feeling trapped and angry. Dream had been ignoring everyone, George was an emotional wreck, and worst of all, Sapnap couldn't help anyone.

Not to mention one of his friends literally died.

Ushering out of the classroom, he almost ran headfirst into George. He was sobbing his eyes out again, and Sapnap immediately stopped. Grabbing his arm, he gently led him away from the crowds getting out of class. Checking the time, he made sure to be back before Calc, where he might catch a glance of Dream.

And Karl. Sapnap gritted his teeth, knowing he shouldn't be thinking of him right now.

Now in a desolate hallway, he stopped with George and turned to face him. "What's going on, George?"

George kept sobbing, his chest heaving with each rigid breath. Sapnap pulled him into a hug, feeling like that was the only thing to help at this moment.

There they stood for a while, comforting each other. Sapnap knew George took things on his shoulders more, knowing that he needed more attention and love. Sapnap could survive without it, but George couldn't. Dream was ignoring him, his friend had died, and he probably felt half to blame for the situations that happened.

"Don't worry George, it'll be okay." That's all he could say without making it worse.

Sapnap was worried. The school was already in shambles, and even though the death would pass soon, the future didn't matter.

Because as long as the present existed, there would be the edgy feeling of doubt, like glass about to shatter and cut the skin deep.

And if Dream continued to push them away, the glass might just fracture enough to make it all come crashing into a pool of blood.

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