Speechless | Wilbur & Niki Angst

Looking

TW: Blood, hallucinations

A/N: Announcement at the end of the chapter, also I'm really tired so sorry if this isn't very good. Prob has a grammar or spelling mistake somewhere. 

 "What if you just fly up and look around?" Dream asked. "It's gonna be like a huge building, should be pretty easy to spot."

Phil sighed, "I can try, mate." He was open to basically everything at this point. Flapping his wings, the eagle hybrid lifted himself into the air. Soaring in no particular direction, his eyes scanned the ground. Doing a double take, Phil found himself laughing so hard he almost fell out of the sky. They did not hide that at all.

In front of him was a large building, huge foreboding walls that were a stark white. It cannot be that easy. Landing a couple meters away from the structure, he examined it. It was basically how Ranboo had described it, even though he had only seen the inside. White, blank, and boring.

"Welp." he said through his laughter. "That was easy." Jumping back into the air, he made his way back to the group.

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"Seriously? They didn't try to hide it at all?" Ranboo asked incredulously.

"Well it is in the middle of the forest." Sapnap reasoned.

"Still, that seems kinda stupid." Tubbo butted in.

"Well I'm not complaining, makes it easier for us." Phil stated. They all gave some form of agreement, and started to plan.

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Wilbur was tired, but he couldn't sleep. He was terrified, what if I get another nightmare? It was an irrational fear, he knew, but he couldn't shake it. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw Niki bleeding out on the floor, Phil shouting at him about how useless he was. It was ironic, he had only known the man for a few days, yet he trusted him with his life.

Phil just had that effect he supposed. Chuckling dryly, he pulled at his hair, trying to keep his body from shutting down. He had a terrible headache at the moment (I do as well, it sucks), the bright room not helping in the slightest. The pain was throbbing at the front of his face, never quite going, and never quite staying. Stay awake. The red was haunting him, never letting him rest.

Blood dripped from the walls, getting closer and closer. It was swallowing him, leaving crimson trails. He couldn't get out. The thick liquid was clogging his throat, filling his lungs. He screamed without sound, his ears were ringing.

His vision was black at the edges, that probably wasn't good. The walls were blurry, as if he was spinning. Maybe he was, he couldn't tell. Static danced in front of his eyes, taunting him with the sleep that he couldn't grasp. Darkness encased him, he was trapped, everything hurt, he was between sleep and awake, a terrible place where nightmares lay. But he had nowhere else to go.

Please read this, it's semi-important. 

Ok, couple things. First of all, sorry this is so late, had zero motivation and ideas. Second, I might start to rush the plot, 'cause I have a big project that I'm working on and I want to work on that more. I might announce what it is on my feed if it doesn't flop. Third, I prob won't do another fanfic right after this (I might, if I do it won't be as consistent updates). Forth, I want to thank you all for all of the support, you guys are the reason that I'm attempting this big thing. I hope you have a wonderful day/night 'cause you guys deserve the world, and the world doesn't deserve you.