or, Sneeg gets his arm stuck and can't get it out and OH NO he needs someone to help him get free but it turns out that a bunch of giant people surrounding him while he can't move is the best way for instincts to kick in.
This is really dumb and angsty because I wrote this a while ago but never posted it.
(Literally only came back for a single comment being posted on my last origins fic)
Content warning: Swearing, helplessness, mention of death, a tiny bit of blood and limb being pinned between a tight space.
It sounds horrible but it's not that bad I swear!
ca. 3500 words (it's long boi)
ART BY: manmadesunshine on Tumblr!
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"ow... Ow. OW. OW!!! WTF!"
Sneeg found himself holding back curses. The predicament he's found himself in wasn't very ideal. And it sure as hell wasn't pleasant either.
"God fuckin'-"
His arm. It was pinched between two very unmoving planks of wood right next to the haunted cabin's entrance. He doesn't even know how he got into this mess and frankly, he only wants to know how he can get out of it. Maybe throwing that stupid pearl Ranboo gave him was a bad idea. He continued pulling and yanking but the only answer was more pain and discomfort.
It's frustrating. and scary. terrifying actually- he's right in the open for mobs and anyone to see.
And he's not looking forward to whatever demise shall await him as soon as someone inevitably spots him.
Though to be fair, he did make amends with the others. They started treating him like any other. More respect and gentleness. God the gentleness was nice. Of course the occasional teasing was still there but he didn't mind it, in fact, it was refreshing to see them tease him in a manner that isn't blatantly aggressive but rather sweet and harmless banter.
Sneeg is more concerned of any stray mobs to find him... Like creepers or zombies, or even just cats.
He's never gonna forget the fear Phil's cat put into him that one time.
The Inchling shuddered at the thought, and then the pain returned. He yelped once again, ultimately stopping the yanking and pulling.
He looked at his trapped arm and sighed. There's no other way. He needed to contact some of the others. He's definitely gonna regret that but it's better than dying.
With his free hand he pulls out his comunicator and awkwardly saw an ongoing call with Phil, Tubbo, Charlie and Fundy.
All the others had "unavailable" or "do not disturb" underneath their names so his only option were the people in that call.
I huffed out a shaky breath before dialing a "join" button with his nose.
Soon voices rung out acknowledging his arrival.
"YOOO SNEEG!" Shouted Tubbo, who was immediately followed by a soft yet firm "heya mate," and "hello." Of Phil and the others.
Sneeg just chuckled a nervous "hiiiii guys,"
"Uhm, I- I might need someone's help with something..."
As soon as he said that, he could hear people's attention perk up.
"Why, what's going on baby man?" Charlie said with an obvious smirk but when Sneeg didn't sound mock offended by the nickname it told the taller that's something was up.
"So uhm... I might be, OW fuck.. I uh.. i might be stuck?"
It was Phil's turn to say something,
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