MCYT x MHA

Chapter 8

Author's note

Hello, just to let you know im not dead

I've been procrastinating now and I started to write again.

Yay!!

Anyways enjoy the story. Btw pls don't kill me

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World's POV

In a plane of existence created for pain lies a broken man. Who destroyed his own home and was killed by his own father.

'Redemption is necessary' the world said

Wilbur's POV

Beep---

I woke up with a jostle, blinking my eyes rapidly at the blinding lights and the deafening screeches. Another migraine started to emerge as I felt the familiar ache in my head

I sat back up from my bed, which was a chair from the subway station I was currently in. The popping from my bones as I stood made me grimace. It's been thirteen years since I've been here, stuck in limbo and perpetual torment.

My irrational fear of loud notices and bright lights has been gone for a long time now. But every few weeks or so I've began to see change in the subway.

Like the hidden graffiti under a chair that resembles the country that I blew up, or the beanie (the original one that Tommy made) that I'm pretty sure was lost at childhood show up on my seat, y'know some subtle changes go from here and there.

What also happened was that there were weird stains in some places covered in blue. It felt calming for some reason when I touched it.

I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe my headache, so far it didn't work. I groaned and lied down again, but instead of feeling the hard plastic of the chair I felt a familiar softness.

Immediately I jumped up, not used to the softness of the object, which was a simple soft blanket. I inspected it, suspicious of the object appearing where I woke up moments before.

I slowly picked up the blanket from where I was standing. Immediately I thought that it would explode, something like a 'fuck you' from the gods that trapped him here.

"Hmm" I said, raspy from not using it.

But nothing happened, I inspected it more closely. It was a heavy blue blanket, like the same color from the stains covering the walls.

It was warm and soothing to touch unlike all of the other materials I felt when in limbo. I wore it around me like a cloak and I immediately felt a strange feeling of nostalgia.

It felt like I was in the house with Phil, Tommy and Techno around the fire at Christmas, opening up what we brought for each other.

It was strange, an unfamiliar feeling almost alienlike fluttered in my chest. It was happiness, now i know that sounds sappy but I hardly care.

Before I knew it I was lying down on one of the chairs again, eyes fluttering open before slowly closing again. Sleep was easy to do in limbo, but you never really rested, you just wake up still exhausted as you are when you slept.

A perk I picked up in limbo relatively fast, that doesn't mean it isn't annoying. Although as my mind drifted to sleep...

"PHIL! What did they do to you Phil?!"

I felt my my eyes drift to Techno. Wait Techno? Why is he here?

My mind kept fuzzing away, like I was surrounded in a deep blue ocean trying to see the light from the top.

Push you idiot!

When I could finally waded through the foggy ocean of my mind I saw Techno, in a cage, chaos all around me...

..and an anvil fell

Beep--

I woke up with a gasp, cold sweat clinging onto my body and tears welling up in my eyes. Techno was in danger- IS in danger-!

He has to find him, he HAS to! My breathing was getting out of control, at this rate I was going to have a panic attack.

Calm

I took control of my breathing, breathing in and out, in... and out. Once my labored breaths became stable I took I'm my surroundings.

Yup, still in limbo, with no other way out. I began to question what I saw, was it a nightmare? No because I cannot rest we can't have nightmares, or dreams for that matter.

A vision maybe? But why would the gods show me a vision anyways? Maybe they're teasing me, showing me that I can't do anything to help.

But since a long time he felt energetic! It's like he has had a full night's rest of sleep. Maybe its time to figure a way out of this place, gods or not the chains of death couldn't hold me in place!

Like what Tommy always says, I am Wilbur Soot, son of Philza Minecraft and brother to Technoblade and Tommyinnit! I will escape, if not for my sake, then for them.

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Hello readers!

It's been a long time since I posted hasn't it! Well I have officially conquered writer's block and I am back!

As always I hope you enjoy! BYEEEEE