Hmm... am I dead? I'm pretty sure my throat got slit by the blade of the sword of that bright blue hooded man. Wow... hahaha. What a way to go out, huh?
Guess that answers my question, I wasn't immortal. Damn, can't believe that's how I ended up finding out. By getting myself killed for some strangers I didn't even know. I must've gone crazy while being stuck in that void.
Well, guess I'm back in this void, again. Stuck with my thoughts for the rest of eternity. This'll be fun. Hah, maybe having a creative imagination would've helped in this situation. Guess it's too late for that, huh?
Well, at-least it was for a good cause, right?
Suddenly, my eyes opened and the bright blue sky and sun shone on me. I sat up and looked around until a sudden pain stung at my neck. Blood covered my clothes and the front of my neck stung.
What the hell is going on.
I tried to speak but nothing came out. I looked down at my neck. A big sword wound was all the way across. That's why I can't speak.
Does this mean... I am immortal? Well, shit.
I quickly got up and looked around to make sure no one was around—luckily, I was alone—and headed for the forest. I couldn't let anyone see me. If they did, I'd have a lot of explaining to do.
"We should make a burial for her, that's the least we can do," a voice said and made me flinch. Shit! I quickly hid behind a tree and next to some bushes. Then peeped my head out a little to see him.
It's ... a brown haired boy? It's that kid that was with Wilbur, Tommy, and Niki.
"Wait, she's gone!" he suddenly shouted and ran to the big splotch of blood on the ground. Shit, their gonna find out. Tommy and Wilbur ran over to the boy and looked at the blood.
"Where did she go?" Tommy asked and kneeled down to take a close look at the blood. "Maybe she wasn't dead!"
"No, she definitely was. Dream must have taken her body," Wilbur said and frowned. "That bastard."
"Did you know her?" Tommy asked, confusedly. Of course not.
"Not at all. But she sacrificed herself for Fundy," he said and turned to a flag not to far from them. "But I'm sure she would've been a great member of L'manburg."
I frowned at his words. I could practically hear the sorrow and guilt enveloping his every word. It's not like it was his fault, I did it to myself. I-
"Look! There's a trail of blood!" Tubbo shouted and pointed to a trail of blood leading into the forest. Welp, shit.
Please don't come this way. Please don't come this way.
Wilbur looked closely at the trail. "The blood is fresh," he said and started following my blood trail. I quickly hid behind the tree without making a sound and covered my mouth. I can't let them find me.
I peeked over and saw he had stopped walking. The trail must've ended since I had to hide. Will he notice?
"The trail ends here. Well, lets get back to L'manburg," Wilbur demanded and I heard them leave the forest, their footsteps fading away. I kept my position for a little longer before peeking out and seeing nothing but trees.
Thank gods their gone. I'd better get away from here or I'll be caught, and being caught is the last thing I want.
I swiftly ran through the forest, getting farther and father away from wherever that place was. I didn't look back, I didn't stop, I just kept running as if my life depended on it, which was quite odd knowing that I was supposedly "immortal".
And finally, after running what seemed like miles upon miles, my legs gave out and I dropped to my knees. My breath hitched and my legs felt as if they would fall apart, but as I looked behind myself, only trees were in sight for miles. I took the longest breath I'd ever taken and exhaled, letting my knees finally give out and I dropped dead.
Hahaha... I'm sure they won't find me, now. I'm probably miles away from them, now.
I slowly rolled onto my back and looked up at the sky—light blue, yellow, orange, and red—in awe. A beautiful sky is an absolutely wonderful gift, isn't it. Sweat from my hair and my face quickly dried and my breathing was back to normal, but my legs still felt like shit.
What do I do now? I know nothing of this world now. It's practically like when I was first born, god, I don't even remember that.
I continued to watched the sky turn black and the stars fade into view, shining ever so bright with not a worry in the world. Oh how lucky they are. And finally, I stood up from laying position, stretched and stretched, and began working.
I grabbed three sticks and tons of web from a spider and started my first fire after a few attempts. After starting a fire, I let the smoke rise to the sky and laid back down onto the grassy floor, closing my eyes and falling into a deep slumber.
"She has to be dead! There is no way she survived getting slit in the throat!" a voice shouted loudly, and suddenly I was fully conscious. I snapped my eyes open and tried to lift my hands but failed to do so.
Where am I? Wait, I recognize that voice!
I looked around at my surrounding and tried to lift my arms and legs, but oh big surprise, there tied up.
Oak floors. Brick walls. No windows. One door—in-front of me. And one chair in which my currently sitting on. My only possible escape root would be the door, but I guess I can't be too sure, can I?
Suddenly, the door in front of me slammed open and there was one of those guys from before, the one with the white bandana. He looked at me and I could see the fear and surprise in his face.
"You supposed to be dead!" he muttered loudly and walked closer to me. What's this guy talking about? "I saw you get slit at the throat! That should have killed you."
I just stared at him and watched him blabber about how I was supposed to be "dead". But of course, I said nothing—I couldn't say anything with the tape covering my mouth, anyways.
"God, Sapnap! What the hell are you doing down here?" another voice shouted and a guy with white goggles appeared at the door frame. And then he notice me, awake, and fully alive. "Holy shit!" He shouted and flinched backwards. "Your not dead!?"
"Sapnap. George," the most familiar voice called their names. I looked at the door and standing there, the man with the smiley-faced mask, Dream. "I want you guys to go outside and keep watch of the building, make sure no one is spying on us."
I saw them nod in my peripheral vision and quickly head out of the room, closing the door behind them, but I didn't take my eyes off of Dream. He walked up in front of me and kneeled down, then tore the tape off my mouth.
That hurt.
"How are you alive?" he asked, calmly and demanding, unlike the other two—Sapnap and George? I stared at him, not a glare, just a long blank stare. As he waited for my answer—and got none—soon enough got impatient. "Let me ask you again, how are you alive?" he asked—more of a demand for an answer than a question.
Though I couldn't see his face, by the tone of his voice, I could tell he was irritated. Success. I grinned and kept my mouth shut for his next reaction.
"You're really not going to cooperate, are you." He looked me in the eye—I think—and sighed. Another second later and he was holding a dagger at my chest where my heart was. "Maybe I'll just kill you, your no use to me if you can't answer my questions, anyways," he whispered.
I froze and glanced at the dagger being held at my chest, then glared back at him. Goddamn it. "Ugh, fine. You win," I groaned in defeat. I could practically hear his smile. "Fuck you," I muttered.
"Now, let's get stared," he said quietly.
This is going to be so fun.
