Good Things Never Last

Chapter 78

I moved forward carefully, cringing slightly as the bed squeaked under my weight. As I watched the blond shift slightly, a sigh escaped my lips. I steadied myself, spreading both of my arms out so I was t-posing over the sleeping boy.

"Oi ya homeless tellytubby, we have an anarchist to save!"
As if it was in slow motion, I fell on top of the barely awake blond male, taking him by surprise for only a moment. Before I could think about what was going on, I was flung to the opposite side of the bed and a figure nestled up against me, sending heat to my face in an instant.
"Clayyyyy, we need to go"
He merely huffed as he squeezed me tighter somehow, making me almost unable to breathe. I tried one last time to push him away from me. He was thrown off the bed, but not before dragging me behind him.

"I was comfy though"
His voice was deep and husky, calming any anxiety I had about the day ahead while also sending shivers down my spine. He gently rose to his feet, dragging me up with him, catching me off guard as I toppled into his chest.
"You're clumsy"
I just swat his hand away as he went to pat my head before I turned and walked away, leaving the blond with a frown on his face.

The plan had been set into motion. I was walking through the empty rows of chairs set out for the event as the prisoner got shoved into a cage, each of his limbs bound. His pinkish hair glistened in the early morning sun as he struggled against his captors hold. He wore no armour and seemed to be defenceless. Great.

I also wore no armour, only carrying a single dagger that was hidden in my sock, just in case something went terribly wrong. I was only a distraction after all.
"Well well well, who do we have here?"
My gaze was drawn up to the beanie-wearing boy stalking towards me, a wicked smirk present on his face.
"Don't mind me boys. Just coming to watch the show"
I sat in one of the seats with my arms crossed, readying myself for what was about to come.

"Wait, aren't you that bitch that's been snooping around here lately?"
I paused for a minute, rolling my eyes behind my mask.
"That would be me"
"Aww so you're doing all your little boyfriend's work. How sweet"
I just clicked my tongue as I moved to get more comfortable, watching him turn to walk away.

"Weren't you Schlatt's bitch though?"
His head snapped around to glare at me. If looks could kill, I'd certainly be dead. I shouldn't have been surprised when his fist came into contact with my mask, but I still was. A deafening crack rang through the air as all the attention was now on me. And to say I had a slight nose bleed was an understatement. I raised a hand, realising the good majority of the mask had shattered, but only about a third had actually came off.

Everyone went quiet while I stood up and curtsied in front of them as I noticed their lingering gazes fixed on my uncovered E/C one
"It's rude to stare gentlemen"
I spat a shit tonne of blood out of my mouth as I locked eyes with the young brunette that I knew as Tubbo.
"Y/N?"
I merely snorted and shook my head slightly in response to his quick effort at conversation.

"What's it to you bee boy"
He just stood there, his mouth practically on the floor, while I chuckled as I noticed a green blur in the corner of my eye, causing a grin to appear on my face.
"Oh god, it looks like you've pissed off the tellytubby, I'm outa here losers"
As ender pearls shattered on the ground, I turned and walked away. The sounds of weapons smashing against one another filled the air seconds later, and a smile developed on my face. Everything was going perfectly.

The clangs of metal only amused me as I glanced over my shoulder, watching them all battle. Fundy and Quackity were battling near the cage that held them hostage, both attempting to fend off Dream. Tubbo, on the other hand, was struggling against Punz as he swung violently, looking as if he wanted to kill.
"Big Q pull the lever!"
I froze in my tracks, abruptly turning around as I watched Quackity run towards the lever while Fundy fought Dream single handedly.

I couldn't bring myself to leave, not yet. Yes, I was simply supposed to be a distraction, but something told me to stop, to help the pink-haired man who was struggling against the bars. And obviously there had to be a good reason for Dream to assist in his rescue. After all, he was a fairly busy man, doing something I had yet to learn about. I shook my head once more before racing into the fight and weaving my way through both fights before making it to the cage.

But I wasn't quick enough.

All I could do was stand there and watch as the anvil slammed into the man in front of me, cracking his skull and splattering his blood all over the place. My legs buckled as I glanced down at the mutilated body in front of me, my breathing quickening as I started shaking. Shock was quick to come over me as the gruesome sight flashed before my eyes every time I blinked, not paying attention to the cracks and snaps as his skull reformed before me. I was only pulled out of my thoughts when the blood started to pull away from my clothes as his body started to absorb it.

Before I knew it, a once-bloody hand grasped my own, only this time there was no blood on it. Looking up, I locked eyes with a hoglin like mask, the one that belonged to the man I watched die moments ago.
"You need to leave, before you get hurt"
I just nodded before I stood up and started running, but after a few seconds, I came to a halt and turned around.

"Do I know you?"
His monotone voice rang out as the man turned back to face me.
"The old you used to"
I froze as he ran after Dream who'd managed to get his horse back for him.
I just stood there as the world around me went in slow motion, confused about what was actually real.

I shook off the thought and returned to what I was supposed to be doing.

Running.