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This chapter has some serious shit in it. Be safe!
Tw: Swearing, panic, corcern for another person, implied losing one's identity, scars, and
Tubbo's POV:
I was confused, concerned, and angry. Everything swirling in my head, the emotions, thoughts, and voices all mixing together into a headache.But the yelling voices that were so loud, but even through the shouting migraine, one stood out. A woman's voice that had a sense of urgency, but also of great annoyance, as if this wasn't the first time trying to make everyone quiet.
"Are you guys trying to be idiots right now? You guys very well might be the reason Ranboo dies, and I'm honestly shocked anyone could be this stupid even if they tried!"
She sounded like she had been trying this for a while, but she finally was able to silence everyone down, and with that, she was finally able to shove past them, and after she did all she had to do was point at the passed out body of Ranboo to make everyone feel like shit. My (platonic) husband, fresh scars running down his face, the previously forgotten and faint scratches from past pains had now been opened up, and my heart couldn't help but hurt. A look of fear and despair present in his face, told me I wouldn't be able to contain myself to not let the nukes out.
If I hadn't seen the slow rise and fall of his chest, I would've lost lost my shit at the assholes who had the idiotic audacity to do this, I guess that they're so fucking mean that I guess they just didn't think of what I would do after this.
I wouldn't let him die no matter what. I'd demand to go up to death's door and yell at them to bring him back, no matter the consequences. Asking to see Death's manager didn't seem so extreme considering what I was currently looking at. Yep, the unconscious body of the person I trusted most in this world.
But all the people who let out small mumbles of anger, regret, or other things that were indistinguishable, were all cut of my the same girl again with a short, simple phrase that made everyone fall silent in an unexplained fear "Stop. Now".
And while I wanted to feel as if my look of anger caused that, I knew better. If I did think anything close to that, I would have to be added to the list of imbeciles that was in this area.
And as she reached over to prop up Ranboo, I was able to get a good look at her, she was very beautiful, with light skin, brown hair and eyes, and she had a happy, yet pissed off look on her face, anger being the most easy to distinguish. As I was about to ask who she was, a voice came from behind me.
"And who do you think you are? Whisking that thing of who knows where"
The look of hatred only hardened as she said through gritted teeth
"Lily Valley, but to a creature like you, it's Lady Sera, and great job describing yourself! I'll be calling you 'thing' from now on, how does that sound?"
"Who are you calling a thing, Valley?"
"Are you too stupid to tell? I call you thing because I don't want to bothering knowing a waste of space's name. You really are such a idiot that I don't think that you processed that you should call me Lady Sera, but I guess I expected too much from someone who probably thinks orange is a number."
And I knew that I had to intervene, I knew that unless i said something they would be at each other's throats, war paint on their faces, completely forgetting the issue at hand. I could not let that happen.
"Quackity, I don't want any of your bullshit right now, and you, LaDy SeRa, thanks for the help and all, but he's my husband, and I think I'll be taking him to a healer now"
"HE SHOULD BE IN THE PRISON FOR WHAT HE DID! HE FREED THE WORST PERSON TO EVER SET FOOT IN THIS WORLD, RIGHT NEXT TO TECHNOBLADE!"
And at that point, I knew why everyone was so mad.
My husband, my friend, the person who was reluctant to kill a fly, freed dream from the prison. I knew I needed help to bring him to safety, but a small part of me wanted to leave him, wanted him to suffer for what he did.
But I did what was right, the only safe option that was available at the moment.
I messaged Technoblade.
Ranboo POV: In the unknown
It was all black, everything around me swirling, and thoughts clambering in my head, all thinking I was dead. I knew better. I knew I was alive, but it didn't feel that way. All my emotions felt like they were packed down under several meters of snow, but my body, on the other hand, was screaming in pain. My head felt like it had been split open and my limbs felt like I was walking in the rain.
I knew it was impossible, I couldn't possibly be walking, I was in this place, wasn't I? My being was here and nowhere else, right? I hoped so.
Oh how I hoped.
Because if I didn't close off my mind to all the other possibilities, if I didn't hope for that case being true, I might go insane thinking of what could happen, what was happening. For all I knew I was dead, this could be the afterlife. I didn't doubt it, but I didn't believe it either. But I couldn't think that way. I was alive, no other possibilities.
So, staying as close-minded as possible, I got up, and started walking around. But soon, I realized that there was nothing to walk around too. Wherever I was, it was blank, like someone had deleted what was previously there, and left it with nothing.
But I felt that I was not alone. I felt another being near me, and I couldn't escape. I knew that this might be the day I died.
Or at the very least, I knew, deep down, maybe without even realizing it....
I would lose control
Oh my puppet will have no trust
but his sanity will start to rust
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Yo, Nyla here! Sorry this took so long, I was waiting on my laptop to be fixed so I could write more. Anyway, do you like the longer chapters that take more time to be published, or the shorter ones that'll come out more frequently?
