𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

At The End, We All Shattered

      An epilogue in which the author finally shows her face.

      Or, the bad ending.

It was dark and everything was shattered.

"Where am I?"

And when Wilbur's vision cleared, everything was still dark.

"What the fuck-"

"Shit."

Schlatt was next to him, coughing. He lay his head back, hitting it against the black floor. If it even was a floor.

It was nothing.

"FUCK!"

Wilbur looked down. There was still a hole in his stomach. Wilbur would scream if he wasn't so tired, he would've screamed. But he was too.... Empty for that. He could accept anything at this point, really.

"Don't you want to fucking attack me or something?" Wilbur turned his head towards the beer-stained Schlatt. "Fucking kill me?"

"What the fuck is this place?"

"Where people like us go to rot." Schlatt tapped his fingers on the void floor. His scars glistened with blood still. "Because we're not fucking worth to keep alive anymore."

"Oh." was all Wilbur could say.

Schlatt sucked in a breath, thinking.

"I'm fucking back. Back again."

Waves crashed down on top of him, the weights on his chest.

Schlatt shook himself. "Where the fuck is my booze? I need to feel numb again."

Wilbur heard an echo off in the distance. He turned his head towards it.

A figure was walking towards them.

It was a girl.

And she seemed like god.

"Oh, fucking hell." Schlatt threw his hands up in outrage. "OH HERE WE GO AGAIN!"

The girl stopped in front of them. She looked expressionless, her white mask covering her eyes. Wings shone light from her back, blocking out what she looked like.

Schlatt stood up, shaking. "LOOK WHO IT IS! LOOK WHO IT FUCKING IS! LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDED TO SHOW UP!"

"GO TO FUCKING HELL!"

Schlatt screamed as loud as he could, he screamed so the heavens could hear him, so that she could hear him.

"GO TO FUCKING HELL YOU MONSTER! YOU ABSOLUTE BITCH!"

Wilbur didn't know what was going on. It seemed to him that Schlatt was screaming at god.

"Schlatt if you didn't want to end back up here, why did you drink so much?" There was a shake in her voice, and it was quiet. So much quieter. "Why did you drink so much?"

"BECAUSE EVERYWHERE I GO IS FUCKING HELL! FUCKING HELL THERE, FUCKING HELL HERE!" Schlatt screamed because he was so angry, so angry at her. "TELL ME WHERE IS THE FUCKING HAPPY IN THIS STORY?"

"Well," She inhaled shakily. "I guess you learned that the hard way, didn't you?"

"HOW-" Wilbur realized Schlatt was crying. He had never seemed the type. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO PEOPLE WITHOUT FEELING FUCKING ANYTHING?"

Still expressionless. "I get that you're angry-"

"I'M NOT ANGRY! I'M IN PAIN!" Schlatt roared, holding his stomach. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING LOVE ME! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LOVE HIM, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LOVE THINGS YOU'VE CREATED!"