Death Playground

Marbles

Lot's of angst and death, so buckle your belts, cuz I think WeAllNeedTherapy- is gonna kill me :')
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Wilbur's POV
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Marbles. We got the lay-down on the rules a few hours ago. We pair up. Try and get the other person out. One of us die.

Then I thought about Fundy. My son. I haven't talked to him since we got here.

"Fundy?" I say, trying to find him in the dwindling crowd of people.

"Wilbur!" I hear him cry out, clearly desperate.

I ran over to see him being cornered by Dream, a knife risen to his neck. "Wilbur, please help!"

"Wilbur, I suggest you don't move. You don't want your disgrace of a fox son dead, do you?"

"Don't you DARE call him a disgrace! He's the greatest son out there. If Puffy was still alive, she'd be fucking disappointed in you!" I ranted.

"Hm. Attitude, huh? Oh well." Dream says, and he drags the knife across Fundy's throat. Then he made two holes. A smile.

Fundy dropped to the ground, trying not to choke on his own blood.

"FUNDY!" I yell, dropping down beside him, holding his hand (father-son way, my friends).

"D-Dad.. I love you." Fundy dabbed his finger in his blood and painted a mini fox on my hand. "Please remember me."

"I-I will, my little fox. I will." I choke out. Fundy's hand dropped and he stopped breathing. Dream stood up, smirking.

"Well, I'm gonna go." Dream says, as he leaves, leaving me to cry beside my dead son.

Tommy's POV
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I hate this. I hate watching my friends die, watching them lose their lives to stupid children's games.

Wilbur came over, crying. Weird, he doesn't usually cry.

"Wilbur, what's wrong?" I asked, holding out my arms to him.

Wilbur crashed into me, sobbing. "F-Fundy..."

"What happened to Fundy?" I looked at him while he cried.

"Dream hap-pened. He killed h-him.." Wilbur muttered as he dug his head into my shoulder.

"Wilbur, I-"

"Contestants, you must pick a partner for the Marbles game. Anyone who does not comply will have to be, 'removed', so to speak." A speaker yelled out.

Everyone picked someone to partner up with, and they teleported to the area they would play in.

Techno's POV
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Phil paired up with me. We each got 20 marbles, so we decided to play Odd or Even.

"Hm. Even?" Phil asked. I unclenched my hand, showing three marbles.

"Odd. How many marbles have you got left?" I asked.

"Two." He replied.

"Okay, your turn, I guess." I said, motioning him to go.

Phil accidentally let me see his hand without him knowing. He had one marble in his hand, which was exactly the amount of marbles I had left.

"Is it... Even?" I asked.

Phil showed me the one marble. "How many have you got?"

"One."

Phil looked at me, his eyes widening in sadness.

"No. No no no no-"

"Guard! I haven't got any marbles left." I yelled.

The guard came over to check my marble bag. When he saw it was empty, he said, "Final words?"

"TECHNO, NO-" Phil yelled.

"You know the words 'Technoblade never dies?', they're yours now, Phil." I said.

Then, everything went black as a gunshot went off.

George's POV
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"Dream?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I have no marbles left.." I say, and he stiffens up.

"No... take some of mine, George, please-"

"No." I say adamantly.

He suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, closing my eyes.

Then, a piercing noise rings in my ears as I fall to the ground.
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Tiniest bit of DNF content :)

No Phil death for now, though, but a bit of Dead Furry :)

I wrote this in an hour, so bye :)