Pawprints: Origins

3- Wilbur

I stepped outside the walls and started to run down the pathway towards the Badlands. Several mobs had started trailing behind me. I used my shifting to my advantage, shifting to a cat whenever a mod came too close for comfort.

But of course, luck couldn't always be in my favor.

One lucky arrow from a skeleton hit.

It slowed me down but not enough for me to get caught.

I continued running before I reached a part of the path that split. Straight ahead was the Badlands, and if I veered off, I'd go into the woods by my house and possibly lose the mobs in the trees.

I dodged and weaved through the trees as slowly the mobs started losing track of me. Soon enough, I had found myself at the top of a hill, not where I thought I'd end up. I could see lights in the distance. Maybe it was the Dream Team.

Before I could continue, an arrow hit my shoulder, knocking me down the hill right in front of a creeper. I tried to hurry away before it could explode but didn't make it in time.

The force knocked me back into the river at the bottom of the hill. I shuffled to the other riverbank, letting the mobs get trapped since they couldn't swim.

That didn't help me get away from the mobs on this side of the river, though. I wasted no time getting up and running. I had seen a distant light and smoke, meaning people that could help.

Slowly my speed began to drop as the pain was becoming apparent—one arrow in my shoulder, another in my leg, along with the burns from the creeper. I could hear more mobs starting to gain on me as I began stumbling through the woods. I tried shifting to make it easier to navigate the fallen trees, but nothing seemed to help.

Eventually, I collapsed, unable to keep up with the pain. I played on the ground accepting the death that was soon to come.

But as I sat there, the sound of sprinting footsteps filled my ears as I heard one of the zombies suddenly collapse.

Then another.

And another.

Eventually, there were no more sounds of mobs around me—just the voice of a boy.

"A cat?" The voice yelled, it sounded familiar, "Really? Will you drug me out here so late at night for a cat? I knew you liked animals but really."

"I knew I heard someone scream out here," this voice sounded softer in comparison to the harsh voice from before. I felt a presence kneel to me, unable to move at this point. I just accepted it. He saw the small collar that hung around my neck, the badlands flag that hung from it shining in the small light.

"What is it?" the harsh voice spoke once more.

"This is a hybrid," The voice quickly picked me up. I panicked, mustering up all the energy I could to shift and push myself out of his arms. I fell to the ground, hitting it hard. I finally saw the faces of the voices; it was Tommy and the new guy. I instantly weakly shuffled back to the two as Wilbur softly wrapped me in a hug. He gently picked me up, and we started moving.

Tommy had shut up when I shifted. He was probably scared. Tommy and I were good friends, and I had helped him in secret during his disk war with Dream.

We ran for a short time, but it felt like forever before we showed up where the light had come from.

"Fundy! Tubbo!" Wilbur shouted, bringing me into what looked like a van. Shortly after he had set me on one of the beds, a small boy with brown hair stumbled out of another bed, and another boy who was taller and had striking red hair and who also appeared to be a hybrid jumped from his.

"What do you nee- who is that!?" The brown-haired boy shouted the last portion.

"It's (Y/N), you idiot!" Tommy shouted, "you know, from the badlands."

"Tubbo, get us some healing potions; Fundy, you take care of her wounds," Wilbur barked orders as the brown-haired boy lifted a bed and pulled out brewing stands from under it, setting them on the table that was hidden under it. The orange-haired hybrid fished out some bandages and started tending to the arrow wound on my shoulder.

After Fundy had wrapped my shoulder and leg, tending to the burns that covered the left side of my body, Tubbo pushed him out of the way holding a small bottle. He helped me sit up and drink the liquid from the small bottle he held out to me. It soothed my wounds almost instantly.

"Thank you," my voice was soft and scratchy from the night of yelling that had happened before.

Tubbo had laid me back down and let me fall asleep as Fundy, and he cleaned up the mess that was made in the chaos.

(Word count: 833) 

AN- I told y'all I'd try and get out an origins chapter this week to make up for the short chapter in the main story so here you go! I wrote this in two days so maybe its a little scuffed but its fine... 

ALSO RANBOO COMES BACK TO STREAMING TODAY!!