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<3 – requested by agayspotify

he looked down at the two bright pink tickets in his overally huge hands. you and him were going to the fair today, and he had it all planned out in his.. head?? bomb-head???

whitty carefully stuffed the two small tickets into his hoodie's pocket, as he reached out for his phone. he was still trying to figure out how to use one as of lately, but he's getting the hang of it!

he looked at your icon and name, tapping on it and he placed the phone near him so he could hear you. the phone vibrated, letting out a small tune as the very much tall headed bomb guy waited.

then, another voice was heard. your's.

"hey whitty, what's up?" you asked. whitty smiled at the sound of your voice, pretty much calming him and making him feel comforted.

"err, hey, i wanted to know if you wanted to go to the fair with me? i, uh, know how much you like just staying inside but if you can, wanna come?" he said, trying to sound polite as he could, as his voice was probably something you would think heavy metal would sound like if it were human.

he could hear you laugh from the other side of the phone, "heh, uh, sure! i don't see why not. if you're there it's bound to be fun with you." he smiled at your compliment, his 'face' tinted of orange.

"cool! cool, i'll see you at 4pm?" he asked, looking at the clock of the phone and seeing it was 3:49pm as of now.

"sure, i'll try and not be late this time." you chuckled, as well as he. you both said your goodbyes and ended the call, letting the bomb-head to be left alone with his thoughts.

he decided to take a walk to pass the time. you have been helping him get over his anxiety when taking a step outside but he's still pretty scared. what if he runs into updike again? or just bad people in general?

it scares him to think of stuff like that, so he tries not to by distracting himself with the little things life gives. he stopped and stared at a black butterfly with a yellow stripe pass by him and land by a daffodil.

he sits nexts to the flower, and decides to lie down. the wind brushing over him and the big blue sky. he shut his eyes, relaxing above the grass underneath him.

he smiled, imagining about the fun you and him could possibly have at the fair. you guys could probably get cotton candy, and check out the rides. or just look at all the yummy meals, and joke about some of the stuff in your lives.

you and him have been spending time together a lot more, and it's been giving him butterflies everytime he would think about you.

everytime you would think your laugh was ugly, he would think the exact opposite. he enjoyed listening to your laugh, as it brought a smile to his face.

he sighed, a lovesick smile plastered on his face.

he heard a laugh, "what'cha thinking about there?" he opened his eyes, and saw you. you were wearing one of your favorite outfits (which you can decide on what to wear), while holding onto a (favorite-animal) backpack.

his eyes widen, and his face becomes colored of orange. he scratched behind his head and laughed nervously, "just.. stuff."

you took out your hand to him and he grabbed it, pulling him up. you fiddle with your hands, before looking up at him and asking, "wanna go walk to the fair together?"

and as if his face weren't to get more orange, it just did. he became a mess, but tried to act cool with it, "oh uh, yeah sure! we can walk together. i was gonna come and get you but heheh, you kinda beat me to it."

(could you tell i was trying so hard not to do the 'i-i-i' stuttering thing)

you laughed, making him smile as you two walked to the fair. you talked about what you guys were going to do, and how you were going to spend the noon.

you two approach the guy who were supposed to take your tickets and give your fair bracelets to verify you were allowed through, and boy was the fair crowded.

which wasn't surprising as this was the fair but still. you held onto whitty's hoodie sleeve which caused him to blush and hide his face away.

"uh, how about we get some (favorite-candy) at the candy booth?" he asks, pointing in the direction of the candy booth. you just nodded, feeling anxious in this ridiculously(??) crowded area.

you followed his tall figure to the candy booth, both you getting some candies you liked and sitting down at a bench to eat it.

you happily ate your candy, as you eyed certain rides. your eyes then captured the ferris wheel, and your smile slightly went up.

you turned to whitty, "hey, wanna try the ferris wheel?" he looks at you and then the ginormus wheel. he thought about it for a moment, then gave a soft smile at you, "why not? let's go."

he stuffed his candy into his pockets, and linked arms with you to not lose you in the crowd. you guys were making your way to the ferris wheel, enjoying the comfortable silence between you two and the loud screaming and chattering of people until you heard

a gun-shot.

✿ warning - descriptions if bl00d, murd3r, gun-sh0ts, scr34m1ng and reader getting blowed to the head. continue at your own risk. ✿

the loud screaming of families around would cause anybody to go into a panic. whitty frantically looked around, and his orange eyes landed on a cloud shaped head.

oh god.

its him.

"y/n, we have to run now." he said, grabbing your arm. you nodded, too scared to pretty much say anything.

"whitmore, get BACK HERE!" he could hear updike say, the screams too quiet to deafen his loud voice.

"quick, y/n, behind that—"

a gun-shot fired.

whitty looked back, and saw you on the ground with a hole through your chest. "Y/N, NO!"

he scampered back to you, holding you close to him. he didn't care if your blood was staining his pants.

he was losing you. he did lose you.

black tears formed in his orange eyes, as his hand cupped your face. your eyes lost it's shine and glare, your face losing emotion.

your arm laid weak on the blood stained concrete. he sobbed, his tears getting on your clothes and his.

"Y/N! PLEASE, DON'T GO." he yelled out, wiping away his oiled tears as he tried to shake you 'awake'.

he heard the sound of his footsteps, but didnt care. he was too shocked. he was scared, and sad.

"they're gone." updike's voice boomed, as he looked down at the shaking bomb. whitty got up and looked down at updike.

"i

hate

YOU!"

he then punched updike in the face, before picking up your body and running away in the rain.
he didn't stop running, he didn't want to stop.

he wanted to pretend you were just asleep in his arms, tired from playing at the fair. he wanted to pretend you were still breathing, that you didnt have a hole in your chest.

he collapsed in an alleyway, his legs giving out and tripping on a crack in the sidewalk of the alleyway. your body flew off his arms, landing on your side.

whitty continued to sob. his hands banging on the concrete.
why did it have to be this way?