Fundy stood, his eyes hovering over his father, who held a sword in his chest, and Fundy stared, not knowing what emotion to feel, sad? Happy? Angry?
He did know his father was dead.
There was no returning for him.
A month later.
Fundy was awoken by a familiar voice. "FUNDY"
He opened his eyes to see Tommy, who was crying, but smiling?
"You ok tom?" Fundy asked, sitting up and ruffling his hair.
"Look who it is!" Tommy laughed, pulling in someone.
No.
"Fundy!" Wilbur said, hand clenched around a lead, where a blue sheep stood, a nametag hung around their neck.
"....Wilbur?"
Wilbur smiled, reaching out to hug Fundy.
"Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out of my house!" He yelled eyes aflame with a fire he had not experienced before.
"Fundy-" Wilbur started.
"F*ck off" he growled, lashing his tail. "You too Tommy" Fundy added, glaring at the child infront of him, who glared back.
More time later :D
"He's dead"
"W-what?" Fundy said, eyes widening.
Sam's dark eyes pierced fundy's, his gold jewelry dimming from the words that escaped his mouth.
"But he can't be- dream wouldn't, dream couldn't-"
Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, thinking that his ex would kill someone.
"He is" Sam said, taking a step away.
Fundy sat on the grass, sat infront of Tommy's grave, I'm his hand clenched a with blue and pink striped flag. "Tommy, I'm a he" Fundy whispered to the stone, flicking his tail. "If you can se this, or hear this," he held back a sob. "Please come back"
"I need you"
(Cries this is short I'm sorry)
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Who I truly am[TRANS FUNDY AU]
FanfictionFundy was born a girl, but something hasn't set right with her, she's always felt comfortable in more masculine clothes and shorter hair, the real question is. Can he come out while feeling safe? THIS IS NOT 100 PERCENT CONFIRMED. ART IS BY MOCHA ON...