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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Cold. It's cold again,

where is everyone?

Where am I? Everything around me is cold, and weightless. Did we escape? Wilbur? Fundy?

Anyone?

WILBUR'S POV:

The ground from beneath us erupts and debris emerges from the ruins of the van, the lake was the only safe place to be. Tommy, Tubbo and I stand in the shallow end facing the devastation before us, the chaos and laughter of Dream in the background,

where is Fundy and Y/n?

"GUAH! Y/N!" The gasps and splashing of water come from the deep part of the water, Fundy struggled to get air from the surface, water sprays everywhere. Shit shit shit NO!

"FUNDY!" I grab Fundy's attention while he flailed his arms trying to gasp for air, Fundy tries to yell for help,

"D-DAD! I CANT- Y/N SHE-!" Fundy chokes on a water and his own tears that run down his cheeks, panic shoots through my stomach. Frantically swimming over to Fundy grabbing his arms and pulling him away from the open water. Tommy dives into the water under Fundy, Tubbo yelling after him. Anxiety thick in the air as Tommy emerges from the surface struggling to hold a still passed out Y/n,

"GUYS HELP, I THINK SHE ISN'T BREATHING!" Tommy screams at us while doing his best to keep both of them afloat, I rush into the water again helping carry Y/n back onto shore. We make it onto the grass and lay her onto her back, I immediately spring into action with CPR. Her chest isn't moving.

"Y/n can you hear me? Love can you hear me!" No response.

I tilt her head back slightly and put my ear to her mouth, please be breathing, please be breathing!

Nothing.

I place my hands over her chest and interlock my fingers, please breath, Y/N PLEASE START BREATHING! I start the chest compressions using my body weight, the world around me fades and she lies in the middle of it. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, please breath y/n, we still need you!

I stop to check for her breathing again, nothing, SHIT. I put pinch my index finger and thumb on her nose and other hand on her chin, sealing our lips together and blowing. I watch for her chest to rise, it doesn't, I blow again and continue the chest compressions. After thirty compressions, I blow into her mouth again but after the first one, her eyes fling open and she turns to the side vomiting up a shit ton of water.

I rub her back while she struggles to breath, she gasps for air while the others come into view again. Tubbo has his hands to his mouth, crying his eyes out, Tommy looks absolutely relieved that Y/n is still alive, Fundy is on the other side of Y/n apologising profusely while tears stain his cheeks. Her back is wide open, revealing the long scar that she obtained amear hour ago, the skin around it bruised purple from the excellerated healing. I take off my L'manberg jacket and pull it over her shoulders, providing her a cover. She takes the jacket, slowly pulling it through her arms and sitting up laying back down, staring up at the sky with watery eyes.

"Hah, hah, what the fuck just happened." Y/n breathed out through multiple pants and coughs, she gazes at her surroundings seeing the wreckage of the van and the pit that it has below it.

"Y/n, Dream blew up the van and almost killed us. You almost drowned." I explain in a soft voice, everything is in shambles, the van, our nation. Y/n takes a shaky sigh as Fundy puts his head on her arm still apologising, she lifts his head up and smiles at him.

"It's okay Fundy, you did your best," despite not exactly knowing what Fundy was apologising for, she still comforted him after almost dying. But what she said next made my heart sink,

"It's not the first time I've almost died."

Y/n takes a deep breath before trying to get up again, I lend her a hand to lean on for support. She grabs it and I help her get to her feet again, Y/n wobbles a bit before regaining her balance and getting a proper look at the damage. She looked so defeated, having almost died and then seeing her new home in ruins, guilt infects my thoughts as she tightens her grip on my hand.

"It's gone, how could he do this?" Y/n whispers, Tubbo leaves Tommy's side to stand in front of Y/n, his eyes puffy and red from crying for her. She lets go of my hand, opening her arms to Tubbo who hurriedly accepts the hug. We can't keep up like this any longer, we have to surrender. For now.

"Tommy, come with me to talk to Dream about surrender."

A/n: guys I feel like I'm rushing this part of the plot. Like the story's going to be long but I feel like it's rushed but dragging along.