Royal Beeduo | Part Book, Part Oneshot, and Full Abomination

Man // Oneshot

ifold oneshot lets gooo

listening to my "Songs That I Cry To At 4:00 AM" playlist pog

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*this chap is dedicated to my wonderful chat which I will now draw as cat/penguin blobs*

Jack was running to the hotel in the rain. It was an absolutely horrible day, really. He'd tripped down the stairs and almost broke his precious headphones.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He muttered, trying not to slip on the wet prime path (do I capitalize this? my grammar sucks it does) and bolting for the safety of the hotel, but he still had a bit to go. Suddenly, a flash of white flared in front of him. "OH HOLY TWITCH PRIME!" He shrieked, and fell back. Great. It was thundering.

Jack quickly got up and speedran his way to the closest structure, which was a small office-like thing. He slammed the door shut and sighed, relieved to get out of the rain. He stopped and internally screamed when he heard a familiar British voice...

"Jack Manifold?"

*im literally storyboarding an animation rn*

Jack turned around, and there he was, the great Tommyinnit, sitting on a bean bag chair. Captain Puffy was there too, in a more office-y chair with a notepad. She smiled faintly at him, but Jack could feel the unwelcomeness. 

"Uh... Hello." He said awkwardly. "I needed to get out of the rain. I almost got struck by lightning, actually." Tommy raised an eyebrow, but said nothing to oppose him being in here. Puffy shrugged, and Jack sat on the carpet. He felt like a toddler at preschool again (im not British so idk school shit over there sorry) sitting there on the carpet. 

"What is this place anyway?" Jack said, looking around.

"It's a therapy office. Run by me." Puffy informed him, and Tommy nodded. Like Jack needed his approval. "Oh." Jack said, not knowing what to say. 

"You could join us, I suppose" Puffy said slowly. Jack lit up for a second, but then shook his head slightly and returned to a normal expression. "Sure." He said. Tommy sat up in the bean bag a little more, excited to contribute again. Like the child he is.

'You did that though' A voice said in his ear. Chat. 

"Shut up" Jack said quietly into his mic. 

Tommy talked about his day, and what he planned on doing. Jack was spaced out, trying to figure out if he could mute chat somehow without having to take the headphones off. "Jack?" Puffy said, a little louder, and Jack snapped back into reality. "Sorry, uh, what'd you say?" He asked, slightly embarrassed.

"I asked if you wanted to tell us something about you. It's like a group exercise" Puffy said, smiling. Tommy bopped his head once, smiling too. That probably meant he went already and said something that would crush Jacks fact.

"Oh. Sure." Jack said, and searched his memories for ideas. But somehow the headphones had turned up in volume? Chat was really loud in his ears now, and Jack really tried to focus, but a voice rang out 

'Tell them!'

"I'm supposed to be dead."

Puffy and Tommy stared at Jack, who immediately realized his mistake. 

"You're supposed to be dead??" Puffy asked, bewildered. "I say he's lying." Tommy put in unhelpfully.

Jack chuckled awkwardly. "I guess I should tell you guys about it, seeing it's therapy..." Puffy and Tommy nodded. Jack sighed.

"My first life was Wilbur. Yeah, during the revolution. He dismissed it as 'aw didnt see you mate sorry'. I guessed I could forgive him for that." Jack closed his eyes and winced. "And then.. well... Tommy, do you remember exile?" 

Tommy tensed. He didn't like thinking about exile. "Yes." He said shortly, and Puffy cast a worried glance at him, but he shook his head and Puffy got the message that he was okay.

"Yeah, I went to give you a present, but I suppose I startled you and you pushed me into the fucking lava." Those last words came out a bit more venomous then Jack meant, but he did't really care. Jack traced his right hand over the faded burn marks on his left hand. 

Puffy gave Tommy a confused look, and Tommy just looked away and shrugged again. Puffy was getting mixed feelings about this now.

"I lost all my stuff. Then Doomsday. I tried to challenge Technoblade because I thought I could do something, something that would change history." Jack laughed sadly "Of course not. Technoblade killed me. As I saw him walk away, I know you won't believe this, but I fell down all the way down to the depths of hell."

"What?" Tommy said. Jack nodded. "Yeah. And I was really angry at you, because you basically messed everything up for me. At least I thought so. So I climbed out."

"You climbed out of hell?" Puffy exclaimed. Jack nodded and held his arms out, rolling up his sleeves. Puffy and Tommy could now see faded burn marks and scratches. "I got those. And the  I tried to nuke Tommy with Niki, but as you can see that didn't work." He said, pointing at the boy next to him.

Puffys brow furrowed. "That's still a horrible reason, Jack! Tommy was, is, a minor and doesn't deserve the peer-pressure and trauma. You just seem like a more bruised Dream, you know that?" She said angrily.

Something in Jack Manifold snapped. Maybe it was Puffy saying Tommy is a minor. Maybe it was Puffy mentioning Tommy being peer-pressured. Maybe it was the reference to Dream, but whatever it was, it made Jack despise why he went here.

Jack stood up, his fists clenched. "Yes, poor Tommy! Poor child!! He deserves better! Wilbur shouldn't have left him alone!! POOR TOMMY, HIS BEST FRIEND BETRAYED HIM! POOR TOMMY, HE'S A MINOR BEING PEER-PRESSURED BY WILBUR FUCKING SOOT! OH NO, HE'S DEAD! YEAH, EVERYONE KNEW THAT. I WAS DEAD FOR 5 DAYS, CAPTAIN PUFFY. NO ONE GAVE A FUCK. NO ONE CARED. TOMMY DIDN'T EVEN CARE I TRIED TO KILL HIM MULTIPLE TIMES! PUFFY- I-" Sobs caught in Jacks throat "I'm 18. I was 17 during the first war. I'm just as much of a victim. I'm just as much a minor. I was dead too, y'know? I saw Wilbur, actually. Or maybe just his coat. I think I heard my brothers voice. I could feel the lava. I could feel the sword. I can feel the pain." Jack said quieter. "Why did no one care?" He whispered.

Tommy looked terrified, and Puffy looked.. not terrified, but scared. Jack felt everything go limp. He couldn't do this. Of course they hated him. He was that man in the background or something. 

"Jack, breath, okay?" Puffy said. Jack took a shuddering breath, and opened his eyes. Puffy was next to him, and Tommy looked worried.

Puffy hugged him, and Tommy faintly smiled. Jack hadn't had a hug in a long time. Actually, he didn't think anyone in the SMP had hugged him. Not even Niki. Jack embraced the hug, it had also been a while since he felt loved.

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jesus that was one of the longest chapters yet

and rightfully so, c!Jack Manifold deserves the best oneshots